let me catch the fire that the universe throws down
let it strike on me and let it pass on my body
for I am not afraid of my fears anymore
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let me catch the fire that the universe throws down
let it strike on me and let it pass on my body
for I am not afraid of my fears anymore
I die and I live and no matter how many times it’ll happen I will keep my light shine through darkness and blinding light..
a new old story has come, a year has gone by and the colors are still around..
put yourself first next year, please. i’m begging you to surround yourself with things and people that make you feel happy and cherished pretty please go to bed when you need to, write letters to your grandparents, hug your best friend a little tighter. go to a movie or out to dinner alone, spend some quality time with yourself because at the end of the day, that’s all you’re left with.
2017 | a.w (via thesocietyofpoets)
Try Killing the Spider
A spider in a vessel of silver stones Naively fighting for what he knew is right Philosophies against philosophies Happiness over comfort Both are true in different points of view But the majority in his community Have agreed to one view: "Kill the fire that burns the known culture!" -The silly spider that seizes an invincible flame- None of them understand he’s only against himself Sinking in his delusions until awakens by the truth To never ever sell his dreams for a velvet thing Or he’ll be a cold eight-legged silver stone That lies dead before his known death, He sees how hard it is to be the only Opposing the rules of the dynasty But it is the fire in his dreams That hunts for genuine bliss Amidst the frozen world Of the lifeless spiders, Is the reason why he’s burning, To keep alive until the end of his search.
Rest for a while and collect your mind
I am not a woman No, not a man either No flesh, so keep shush Crossing borderlines Of love and hate
Through letters Perfectly distorted By motion of emotions Spilling ink through papers I am born free to wander
My body is a story Of pain and pleasure Slipping through time Yet keep sailing away From oblivion
-I am a poem.
Elusive Dream of Love
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Hand over heart
Hold on. Please hold on, Don't Fall in Love. You know how it’ll sound. Love is a strong midnight coffee that will make your heart palpitate. A booming sound of drum-roll beating causes sleepless nights over thinking. Elusive Dream of Love's awakening. . Now Hold onto your heart And Listen, . Listen to the whisper of aloneness. Remember, it’s your favorite music. A velvet blanket covering your body under the unfathomable calm night. Silence, isn’t it heaven to you? Now, let it be that way, Don't Fall in Love. Please hold on, Hold on.
Hand over heart
~ ELUSIVE DREAM OF LOVE
Insignificant
As I look at the faces of other people Struggling to survive the whirling winds of life I knew I wasn't special I'm just a cliche seeking attention And I'm no special to be treated like one I am just a little piece of humanity Significantly living on my own but Insignificantly existing to the world.
Malleable
- I’m happy kind of lost In the Realm of physique and emotion, of strength and weakness of happiness and sadness, and of how could it be both at the same time, sometimes.. I feel like I’m traveling in the world of living and dead And spinning on both domains, I am acquainted with absurdity of sensible truth of it all, Where in life there is death And in death there is life.
Love will bloom even in Darkness
- Suddenly love blooms and like the scent of summer it won’t fade
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Even it’s one-sided like the sun infinitely kissing the meadow The feeling won’t stop shining and even in night sky it will find a way Hoping in one of your lonely nights you’ll gaze with my universe and rest with my gentle love that keeps the stars and the moon shine for you.
i. poets are all too happy to write about icarus, bird-boy, all sun-kissed skin and heavy, heavy heart. ii. we blow smoke rings around this story. iii. a child falls and the world calls it a damn catastrophe. we say “angel fell in love with the stars” when we mean to say “angel wished he could swallow the sky whole to silence the empty space between his ribs,” because this - desperation between breaths, fault-lines in his soul - is the mark of a boy turned disaster, praying for self-destruction. iv. heaven exists in the sea and the sky and a love affair turned to salt spray in the wind. v. nobody mourned for lucifer when he fell.
who the hell thought that the hero wanted to burn? /// t.e. (via thesocietyofpoets)
Do not allow the magic inside you to go stale because someone else is blinded by your light. It isn’t your job to dull your personality so that they can be more comfortable, but it IS your responsibility to shine.
Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
As Radiohead gears up for tour, look back at their 1993 performance of “The Bends.”
Lonely Wanderess
Barefooted in the middle of nowhere Where the lost can never be found By anyone whose eyes were only caught by fancy shoes I was wondering if someone will notice the barefooted Stepping on thorns and stones Every night in that nowhere there's the lonely wanderess With eyes closed and ears open Enough to lead her to the wonder of nowhere Where the music is slowly playing That keeps the trees sway in sweet rhythm And leaves slowly falling, touching the lonely wanderess Until finally hit the ground and withered Reminding an old friend who once she walked with And the lonely wanderess wasn't waiting for someone She doesn’t want to be found nor saved by anyone Whose heart withered in a long walk to nowhere The lonely wanderess is afraid to even take another step Thinking she’ll never find herself without getting wounded Not the road she’s frightened but the thorns she imagined But she chose to die trying to find something she can’t see Darkness is that nowhere and she’s less happy but less sad Carrying nothing but less of everything.
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Let It Beat
- Pain has many words to describe While the Joy I feel has no words to define.