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[thepsychopoetry]

So I leaving this place again, as every end is the new beginning

bonds are like homes ,some with big windows and others beautiful small plants

Usually both people work to make it attractive and sometimes just one,

though from the outside, it looks lovely so maybe it didn't matter whose work it is.

You won't realize maybe ,that I left .

because as I kept the home steady perfect as it was before

but maybe one day it might strike that I went away like before and I came back like before and maybe farther than before

Maybe to leave and never come back one day

Psypoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

Have you fallen for the insignificant stuff?

Like you fall for their personality and their passion and the way they express

and when you have nothing left to fall for,

You fall for the way they grab the mug with both hands, the way they always take big bites and choke on it too, the way they frown and and twitch their eyes or smirk on something stupid you say, and there is no end.-thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

Pain is a choice at times

Maybe I could have everything I want

But I prefer this ache overall,

Pain adds meaning to my monotony

Through finding escapes in loops of pain, I could hear the rain, and the sun shining golden,

With a heavy heart inside

its paperweight of capturing beauty. -thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

Can we take a walk together?

Not too far, not for too long

Long enough to express my heart between the conversation ;

Just near that turn, we can seperate and you can go back to your home, taking mine with you.

But I have always been a gypsy, and I will keep searching for you in everyone I meet ,

and I know I will never find you again

But it's okay, my home is safe with you doesn't matter who shares it.-thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

So is it over? have I finally ran out of reasons to be this way? but does it matter? do I care ? it happened when I was screaming at the top of my lungs, though in my head but can't you read faces ?can't you see my eyes when I say I am okay? but you choose to believe what I say. -thepsycopoetry

A Sunlit Interior by Carl Holsøe

[thepsychopoetry]

I thought you will never fall in love with me, so I made myself fall out; I thought you see through me, you see my flaws and all those pieces I kept hidden for a very long time and for very long and when I finally crossed the sea named on you you came in, knocking at my door.-thepsychopoetry

Peter Wever, 1950 | Embrace painting

[thepsychopoetry]

Broken writers write well, it's like a brim of light coming out of a cracked heart, as if they are filled with gold, you see the scars and call it beautiful.-thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

When did it end?

- Never, I still have her flashes, Scattered pieces of her memory in the kingdom of my mind, where her voice is played like a violin - and every inch of me is preaching , except me. I watch her dancing all over the forest, though unbothered yet paralysed.

Georgia Sunset- George Inness

[thepsychopoetry]

If the world would end tonight, I'll not fall apart Neither cry nor my heart will skip a beat, For number of worlds already ended, Leaving me alone in the dark; So tell me what's better than an end, never to start again.-thepsychopoetry

painting by Vincent Van Gogh

[thepsychopoetry]

As far as I understand myself there's no way out darkness, it's a never ending sea and I let go the weight sometimes, so the water pushes me upwards; I breathe the air and something comforting yet monotonous strikes me back into the depth, though I can't breathe, here it feels like home.-thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

I stumble on the places I am not suppose to fall I stood strong on the places that were suppose to break all Though you can call me weak or you can call me strong, you can call me an idiot Maybe I'll still stand tall-thepsychopoetry

Joaquín Sorolla | Realist /Impressionist painter 

[thepsychopoetry]

It takes that one jolt to fall back into darkness, makes me question , Did I ever wanted to be in light? Or was I searching my ways back to dark places? Maybe I searched for light for a change and never planned to stay?-thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

It's a void you know, a never ending tunnel you dig in and keep digging into the void which looks useless and what you it isn't?

[thepsychopoetry]

As far as I understand myself there's no way out darkness though it's never ending sea And I let go the weight sometimes ,so the water pushes me upwards I breath the air and something comforting yet monotonous struck me back into the depth though I can't breath here it feels like home

[thepsychopoetry]

It takes that one jolt to fall back into darkness, makes me question did I ever wanted to be in light? Or was I searching my ways back to dark places? Maybe I searched for light for a change and planned to stay?

Why I even searched for it for minding my ways back to home

[thepsychopoetry]

Peter Wever, 1950 | Embrace painting

But don't tell the man about love because maybe he'll doubt everything you did-thepsychopoetry

Let's give a man no name and tell him we are all the same,

Like they were bought into the world through the same ways

As they all have been put into the same game

And all are expected to be played the same way

And they'll all disappear one day .

Let's tell a man there's no feeling, it's all biology and science rooted ceilings.

Tell him there's no passion,

It's all in heredity and classroom sessions.

Tell the man there's no heart, it's just tissue or a flash in a jar.

Tell him there are no tears,

It's just water, comes out for someone dear

But don't tell the man about love because maybe he'll doubt everything you did

Thepsychopoetry

[thepsychopoetry]

And remember

We are chasing feelings not people. - thespsychopoetry

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