Sadness is like a thief in the night; it slowly and quietly appears in the dark and takes away everything good as if it was never yours
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Sadness is like a thief in the night; it slowly and quietly appears in the dark and takes away everything good as if it was never yours
wtm, sadness (via wordscanbeenough)
Maybe thatâs all I am; a collection of sad stories trapped inside a body screaming to get out
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Serenity
Sun settles night creeps over in a second the horizon leaps over the hills peaking through the trees a feeling of peace sweet Serenity
Cool winter breeze to chill the senses to say words of happiness but this time really meant it finely at peace for all eternity never another worry sweet Serenity
Time goes by slowly almost stopped as it seems donât know what for what does it mean but the worries are gone they have been set free no more sadness fills my mind sweet Serenity
The Life of a Night Owl
Why the big smile you dare ask?
Well, in your darkest hours, when you fade,
I am, in fact, at the very top of my game.
Iâve seen you at your weakest state,
So with youâs I know not to be afraid
I think of you
I think of you while i think of tomorrow, today, and yesterday
I think of you when i think of me
I think of you on the darkest hour in the darkest day
I think of you when thereâs nothing left to say
I just
I simply just
Baby i just think of you
â Onesha A. Cowan
True Story By: MICHĂL T. COE
Serenity
Sun settles night creeps over in a second the horizon leaps over the hills peaking through the trees a feeling of peace sweet Serenity
Cool winter breeze to chill the senses to say words of happiness but this time really meant it finely at peace for all eternity never another worry sweet Serenity
Time goes by slowly almost stopped as it seems donât know what for what does it mean but the worries are gone they have been set free no more sadness fills my mind sweet Serenity
Thoughtless
I know of love but not of the falling. Only my thoughts forgotten when he is near.
Life is a journey from loneliness, through loneliness to loneliness. When poetry is with you, how can you be lonely?
(via hazelhirao)
Beautiful Similarities
I wonder how this world would be if we somehow learned to see beyond the shallow meaningless differences we base our biased judgements on superficial labels dividing us and them  like who we pray to, where weâre from who we sleep with, which side weâre on language and even the color of our skin how different would our little planet be if our eyes could only see past these and uncover the beautiful similarities of who we all truly are deep within
Nothing feels as real as when he pull my lips to suck deeply into caverns of my mouth.
Long way
I should have done more than I ever didâ I should have said more than I ever said.
Your words can be a small crack on the wall where light pours in, and allows those who live in darkness a chance to see.
Julian Budani, Keep Writing (via youshouldacceptchaos)
Simple Poets
Everyone thinks that a poem has to be long and use big words, but thatâs not true. Poetry is all about meaning, not about itâs length or complexity. Most of the time poets are shot down because of their simplicity and sometimes the poems they make are beautiful and full of meaning. This blog is for people like us. The âSimple Poetsâ. If you have a beautiful and simple poem, tag it with #simplepoet or #simplepoem and I will repost it. My goal is to help all the simple poets out there and give them the fame they deserve!!!