#mirrorworld12

[basicallybiipolar]

Morning is Hope

Who told you mornings aren't for you

At 4am the sky is barely blue

And yet the darkened sky calls for the light

The creatures resting wait anxiously for the morning star

The horizon afar, rises an orange globe

All hopes of a new day fulfilled

A luminous sheet wraps the land in gold

Streaks of light peep through the bushes

And beams protrude window panes

A sign of new life, a new day is born

Rise and get over yesterday, for she is gone

Good Morning

[eternalscarsworld]

Freedom is illusion

How it feels when you know you have freedom but you do not have emotional freedom you can not speak up for yourself you can not tell other how you are feeling You can not tell anyone about your emotions your feelings your words everything is being judged by someone 'someone who is same like you someone who also have same emotions same sorrows same guilts same feelings still you are being judged by them This freedom is illusion there are some things you can say loud but there are other things you are not allowed to say loud You think you have freedom but actually you are in cage ,cage that do not allow you to breath,speak & think because of the rituals,beliefs & faiths Whatever is the reason but you are unable to express your emotions , we all are emotional creatures we want emotional freedom more than anything you have thousands of people around you but there is no home for your emotions You want home for whole you for your emotions for your regrets But there is no such home exist you want to be free from emotional disturbance ' anxiety and everything that is hurting you ,you want freedom and they say you have freedom and you know this freedom is illusion

[basicallybiipolar]

Elucidated

Decades pass and I still feel like dying slow

I'm embodied by a young shell consisting of an old soul

Encased in the words of family and friends, some gone

My cyclorama of euphonic memoirs

Colors pass me over like lucid dreams

Cocooned in my grey realm of negative beams

Forbid light from doing as it pleases with I in mind

Respect me. Remember me. I have mountains to climb

The bright wisps of solemnity patching my day time

Envy my engraved soul with positive sublime

Clean the lens so I may see more, love more,

And welcome new days with outstretched arms

Exceeding my reach for jovial aspiration

Illuminated desire to live in adoration

I want to be held in high regard as someone who sweats,

Bleeds, and breathes the exhaust

Not to be held in dreary patterns,

Of ambiguous design

The customs of a vague future's uncertainty

~intersteller-whispers/basicallybipolar

[basicallybiipolar]

All men are the same

How cliché yet it's not quoted

Compiled by a mediocre mindset and aching heart

Mindless blemish.

I'm in awe at this perpetual ignorance

When were all shells alike?

When were all cores alike?

I never knew a time, only now they are made similar

By a human, only of a different gender

With a diminishing agenda

A driving force of hurt and hate

So tell me,

Justify your verdict

Are we all of great minds?

Are we comprised of the Einsteins, Mozarts and Picassos

Or we are the Clydes, El Chapos and Pablos

Villains in your eyes

Whatever the reason, I refuse to be a replica

A duplicate or whatever it is that makes men similar

I am nothing more or less than myself

Self driven, ambitious individual with dignity and virtue

Not a stagnant symbol of appraisal or mockery, statue

This one is for the sexist

A gender racist

Only much worse

Because you hate a different gender, of the same race

[eternalscarsworld]

You left me however

i feel like

You are with me since forever !

-Nightingale

[basicallybiipolar]

Time Out

Give me a sec,

One sec to hold my breath and relax

One sec to shelve my fears

One sec to wipe my tears

One sec to ignore my feelings

One sec to forget your exist

And after just a sec

You can have the rest

I just needed a timeout

[eternalscarsworld]

i wonder if u can see

what is hidden in my eyes

i wonder will u ever miss me

will u ever miss me and try to

find me in the words

i wonder will u ever read my poetry

will u ever try to smell the ink of my words

just to feel me

coz this ink belongs to me

and all those moment

when u left me alone

when u were unable to read my eyes

u regret and wanna go into past

and relive each & every moment with me

and hold me close

i wonder any of these thing will ever happen

i wonder i wonder ... ¿!

-Nightingale

[mirrorworld12]

💕💕 Cr:- deepest thought