#emotionpoem

[philspassionforwriting]

The power of emotion

Emotion is never weak nor soft, for those are not the words to describe something that is always going to be in our lives. It can come in different forms, some show it and some don’t but it is nor weak nor soft.

[veritas-58]

The School of Affections

Passion is the driver of a writer to fight, Passion is the action of might to fight for what’s right. Passion is the mistress that holds men in chains, Passion, she seduces in her grip and enters his veins. Ambition is a dream looking for a future, Ambition is a skill in a heart full of torture. Ambition drives the wisest man to act, Ambition is the road of fighters that ordinary men lack. Nostalgia is the grey film of our memory, Nostalgia is a love letter of honesty. Nostalgia is a smile that leaves our cheek, or maybe---- Nostalgia is a tear that our eyes may sadfully leak.

Happiness is a curse that drives men like the richest wine, Happiness is a moment felt only a minute, then craved all of time. Happiness is what submits men into pigs, Happiness is what makes us go to wild bars and disgusting gigs. Sadness is a tree in a sullen grey sky, Sadness is when our eyes rest from the bright sun, Sadness is a slumber on a ruined bed. Sadness is resting your head from a memory that’s not dead.

Joy is the sister of Happiness but she does not lie, Joy admits that it is not permanent---with a smile before one has to die. Joy gives what she can, like a kid with a toy. Joy gives a heart by hope, O sweet loving, caring Joy. Solace is a feeling of a river where you reflect, Solace is a period of wisdom, where ignorance you deflect. Solace is a quiet world in a forest of kind trees, Solace is mercy from a noise that puts men’s hearts to ease.

[creativewritingpt-blog]

Emptiness

Emptiness is waiting for the phone to ring, but it wouldn’t.

Emptiness is longing for a partner to dine with, but there isn’t.

Emptiness is suppressing your wildest emotions, but you musn’t.

Emptiness is wanting to feel something, but you couldn’t.

[inaquarelle-blog]

you injected hopeful thoughts into my brain. and then without giving a single fuck, you destroyed them and let me down to fulfill your own selfish dreams, that never included me.

"hope" (inaquarelle)

[baileywow2-blog]

Depression

Depression creeps Depression beats Push it away as much as you like Depression doesn't sleep What made you happy wont anymore All you'll do is lay on the floor Wanting to die, at least go to sleep Depression will never release The small white pill that supposedly helps All it does is give you hell So just give up and take a seat cause Depression will never be beat