Its silent
Your voice echoes without a word I could hear
your smell fills the room yet I cant hold you near.
you are slowly vanishing...
the traces of love are all slowly leaving
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Its silent
Your voice echoes without a word I could hear
your smell fills the room yet I cant hold you near.
you are slowly vanishing...
the traces of love are all slowly leaving
I was too young for you
I know you had scatty tendencies that’s the london in you,so as you inhale this sense of being better, remember that with them Marlboro sticks I inhaled and you exhaled, the same smoke, skinny, Skinny Girl, the mountains that we’ve climbed that isolate us, climbing from two people who could have been to becoming a story that seems to have already passed, the continued miscommunication that seems to define who we have become, it’s like a collection of lies, except they seem to have come true, I told you the story of a lonely star and yet here I am in my own bubble sinking deeper and am drowning in the eventful mature of what my life has actually become, you rolled your eyes when I was busy telling you how i didn’t seem to care, now your eyes roll when I emphasise how much I care and how present I really am, but I guess this is a table of ghosts and I sit in the iron throne alone, cos all the insecurities are gone, and am exactly who I said I’d be, nineteen,nineteen that number holds so much value in this game of thrones, since you been nineteen I’ve been meaning to silence my lips and land a kiss in our collarbones, now at nineteen I let you cut yourself off the messages I let you see on my phone, you poured emotional poison in my drink and lit my cigarette, euphemism for the self loathing and heartbreak that not only marred but like the omnipresent saddened undertone in Picasso’s blue period, I become the chords that accompany the sad lyrics I wrote in these endless late nights, my brain is most awake sunset and sun rise, and at 2am when my brain would rise out of the indica induced slumbers you’d be on my mind, but even now 4am and my mind is stuck on you, my cassette is broken so the Walkman plays stuck on you, my heart been stuck on you, But I refuse to lose my love for you, Till I know Ive made it to who you’re supposed to need, So that when I leave the silence no longer drives you insane, it encompasses all the crevices of your mind thy aren’t bleached in traces of me, So that your mind learns what it’s like for someone to infatuate you so much your mind can’t move an inch without touching upon a piece of them (Written and submitted by @basquiat-martin)
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sometimes i am scared of this reality,
i fear what it keeps bringing over at my door.
i get excited to see a new light shining through the door but at the same time i hesitate to open the door and check what light i am receiving
this reality seems too much for me to handle. yet i am holding it . .. . trying my best. and every second of this crumbles me.. it looks exactly like that half piece of cookie you left aside while drinking your coffee.
I asked him
“Is it make it or break it?”
Easily he replied ‘ break it’
Its a war
I have know this soul for too long, every minute of this never ending timeframe has shot this soul with the bullets over and over again.
Thousand times its been wounded yet it preaches about this life. this one life that this soul receives - ‘child embrace this life’, solely not knowing the purpose of it, the soul happily lives it with a slap of every other reality murder it is meant to encounter.
Its completely lost. Lost within this vast universe, being one tiny fragment of its existence. not even making a tiny difference in this whole entire world whatsoever. yet proudly lives it.
Can’t
I can't write about you well. And I am sorry. I tried. .. .. still do but I fail everytime. But I will still write about you.
This won’t make sense to all those pretty fitted heart. . . . .I need a broken soul similar to you, so that each words shoots you with a sharp pain and hopefully kills you too like it does to me.
She’s the type of girl that can be so hurt but still look at you & smile.
( @nostalgic-rxse )
( @nostalgic-rxse )
Reminder to myself
heart aches and this discomfort, its like I have it but don't at the same time. Its missing but not missing too. Wonder what had kept me holding on till now, wonder what life was before without it. I have been deceived and cheated by this same thing again and again but yet I don't know why but I keep yearning for it. Yes again and again.
I am guilty but not guilty at the same time. I blame myself from time to time but also think it is ok from time to time. Again and again.
Yes I am selfish sometimes but everyone does right. Its not just me right?
I hate myself sometimes for thinking that way but again I can't help it. I guess we, humans were all created to be this way. Its not just me, right? Do I need to dig it further to explore my true self. . . . the more I do, the more distant I find myself to myself. Am i even making any sense here?
I am left here to wonder. Yes again.
Blank
I don't know where to start and I fear if i do I might not know where to stop. ,
The encounter
He entered when he was least expected. When the alcohol had taken over and the mind was just not in right place. I could say, I blame it on alcohol but I guess a part of me wanted to know about you too.
I hope this moment would just kill me.
Prayfornepal
“We are reminded that without a husband who will take care of us, we are the black sheep of the society who failed in all aspects of life. Who cares about a Masters degree or even a Phd.
This is just too sad.
Ama Dablam II (Arms of the Mother)
A second shot taken in the same place. From my trip to Nepal in November/December 2008
In a split second
A moment of that happiness
A shadow of those sadness
All of those that have faded
Rewrite them stories, now that its been created.
- Raykha