Channel: Every Day Poems
Forwarded from KosmicKritika
Forwarded from Viktor
My depression is not a demon,
She's an angel that drives away my sanity,
She doesn't torment me with regret,
She simply seeks to acquaint me with reality.
My pain is made with gentle hands,
That seek to remind me of my own fragility,
It flows like ether within my cusk,
And makes me aware of my retched mortality.
My sorrow is a gentle breeze,
In the morbid silence of a lonely night,
It gently tugs my stringless kite,
And drives my broken wings to flight.
|viktor
She's an angel that drives away my sanity,
She doesn't torment me with regret,
She simply seeks to acquaint me with reality.
My pain is made with gentle hands,
That seek to remind me of my own fragility,
It flows like ether within my cusk,
And makes me aware of my retched mortality.
My sorrow is a gentle breeze,
In the morbid silence of a lonely night,
It gently tugs my stringless kite,
And drives my broken wings to flight.
|viktor
Forwarded from Perspicacious Poetries.
Forwarded from Empower Light β¨
My head understands, like a crystal lake reflecting a clear sky. I see the truth, undeniable as the sunrise. You are a cracked branch, offering no shelter, and the roots of my affection are slowly choking the life from me. Yet, my heart, oh my heart, is a tangled forest in the throes of a storm. Memories, bittersweet as fallen leaves clinging to the bough, litter my thoughts. Letting go feels like trying to uproot a giant oak, its hold on the earth as fierce as my love for you. I know I must weather this storm, but for now, the wind whispers your name through the branches of my broken heart.
Forwarded from π€ πππππππ π€
Swirling stars courses through each vein,
Murders beyond count, yet humans still remain.
Bloodied corpses, a deep crimson red, oh what a sight,
If only youβd allow me a weapon, Iβd set things alight,
Iβll give you a bloodbath,
Your glances indicates that you must be thinking Iβm a psychopath,
And even my soul recoils from the bitterness you sow,
Yet my heart, blind to the pain, refuse to know.
Give me a little gasoline, Iβll give you a fire,
I am wasteland, yet in it, your dreams still aspire,
In it, you yearn to bloom,
But darling, youβll be left to itβs gloomβ¦
Murders beyond count, yet humans still remain.
Bloodied corpses, a deep crimson red, oh what a sight,
If only youβd allow me a weapon, Iβd set things alight,
Iβll give you a bloodbath,
Your glances indicates that you must be thinking Iβm a psychopath,
And even my soul recoils from the bitterness you sow,
Yet my heart, blind to the pain, refuse to know.
Give me a little gasoline, Iβll give you a fire,
I am wasteland, yet in it, your dreams still aspire,
In it, you yearn to bloom,
But darling, youβll be left to itβs gloomβ¦
Forwarded from Librettos of Lily (Lily)
"You often talk in riddles. Rarely do you mean what you say and rarely do you say it clearly and often do I know you reveal what you want to say."
"What puzzles you so? I am not at liberty of telling everyone all the time what they should already know before coming forth."
"They should know because?"
"Because I know. I know because I try to know."
"And so you punish those who don't?"
"Mildly nudge them to explore and not to expect me to hand them everything on a sliver platter I would say."
"What puzzles you so? I am not at liberty of telling everyone all the time what they should already know before coming forth."
"They should know because?"
"Because I know. I know because I try to know."
"And so you punish those who don't?"
"Mildly nudge them to explore and not to expect me to hand them everything on a sliver platter I would say."
Forwarded from Jadesola (22CJ0****0)
LAST BREATH
Music was everything to me,
I found solace in the melody.
It gave me an escape from reality,
from feeling too much.
That's why I started playing the violin.
I would lock myself in my room,
and play until my fingers bled.
It understood that I was in pain,
I was dying
and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
It gave me control when I felt I had none.
Music brought me him,
and he brought me happiness.
We would play together all through the day,
Those were the happiest times of my life,
him and me,
and the melody that we created.
That is why,
while I lay on my deathbed,
with my final breath,
I ask Death,
"Just give me one more chance to play with him, please."
-Jade
Music was everything to me,
I found solace in the melody.
It gave me an escape from reality,
from feeling too much.
That's why I started playing the violin.
I would lock myself in my room,
and play until my fingers bled.
It understood that I was in pain,
I was dying
and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
It gave me control when I felt I had none.
Music brought me him,
and he brought me happiness.
We would play together all through the day,
Those were the happiest times of my life,
him and me,
and the melody that we created.
That is why,
while I lay on my deathbed,
with my final breath,
I ask Death,
"Just give me one more chance to play with him, please."
-Jade
Forwarded from Echoes (Myra)
Oh, my dearest friend,
You have chosen the wrong one to ponder about,
I confess, I was born with a cruel nature,
Yet you have chosen to overlook the signs.
I failed to hold your hands tightly when we bid our last goodbye,
I did not wait to watch your vehicle fade from sight.
I am a deceiver, incapable of feeling,
Yet you remain stuck by my side, calling me your best friend.
I pretended, I tried, I truly did,
But it is my fault that I experience all emotions yet feel nothing.
You should not entrust me with all your eggs to hold,
Let us not ignore these signs any longer, let's face reality.
I take full responsibility, I know, I know,
I am lost in my actions, unaware of their purpose.
I am but a confused soul, struggling to comprehend myself.
Believe me when I say, it is not your fault.
Oh, my dearest friend,
I wish I had held you tighter, loved you better.
But I am flawed, and cruelty runs through my veins like blood.
I am unapologetic for who I am, but I am sorry for the emotions I lack and cannot feel.
~Myra
You have chosen the wrong one to ponder about,
I confess, I was born with a cruel nature,
Yet you have chosen to overlook the signs.
I failed to hold your hands tightly when we bid our last goodbye,
I did not wait to watch your vehicle fade from sight.
I am a deceiver, incapable of feeling,
Yet you remain stuck by my side, calling me your best friend.
I pretended, I tried, I truly did,
But it is my fault that I experience all emotions yet feel nothing.
You should not entrust me with all your eggs to hold,
Let us not ignore these signs any longer, let's face reality.
I take full responsibility, I know, I know,
I am lost in my actions, unaware of their purpose.
I am but a confused soul, struggling to comprehend myself.
Believe me when I say, it is not your fault.
Oh, my dearest friend,
I wish I had held you tighter, loved you better.
But I am flawed, and cruelty runs through my veins like blood.
I am unapologetic for who I am, but I am sorry for the emotions I lack and cannot feel.
~Myra
Forwarded from KosmicKritika
Forwarded from Victoria Damilola writes (Samuel Victoria)
Deal or no deal
Deal or no deal? All hands in.
Card decks shuffled.
Bet, not your life, but on your life.
Stake everything, for the falling mountain will fall.
Even with daunting odds, there remains a probability.
When all hands are in, it becomes a done deal.
Β© Victoria Damilola
Deal or no deal? All hands in.
Card decks shuffled.
Bet, not your life, but on your life.
Stake everything, for the falling mountain will fall.
Even with daunting odds, there remains a probability.
When all hands are in, it becomes a done deal.
Β© Victoria Damilola
Forwarded from Stefano
Still time
There is still time,
things happen,
life lives you.
Revolution and revolution,
time is still.
There is still time.
There is still time,
things happen,
life lives you.
Revolution and revolution,
time is still.
There is still time.
Forwarded from Empower Light β¨
The world feels overflowing with souls, like grains of sand on a beach. Yet, finding the one that clicks with your heart is like searching for a specific seashell β rare and precious. Even when you discover it, holding onto it forever seems impossible. It slips through your fingers like water, leaving behind a hollowness, an ache. It's like a beautiful melody suddenly going silent, or a vibrant painting turning monochrome. You're surrounded by people, but their voices feel muffled, their faces a blur. It's a lonely feeling, as if you're encased in glass, everyone on the outside yet none truly reaching you. You crave a connection that whispers understanding, a love that feels like a warm embrace, a care that echoes in your laughter. This absence makes your heart a desolate landscape, yearning for a kindred spirit to share its depths.
Forwarded from Librettos of Lily (Lily)
Deal me a fate where I can write mine and maybe then I will pick up my quill and open the portal of endless futures.
Forwarded from Echoes
My misery was bearable
When the fault wasn't mine.
I couldn't bear living like this,
Yet I couldn't afford leaving like this.
My brush could not paint a heart,
Neither did my ink write a love story
I was happy,
Yet my psyche was troubled.
On days where I could take it no more,
I penned words of comfort.
The grasses became still,
It was never right for grasses to remain still!
It's been cold for far too long,
It is not good for seasons not to change!
I've been moving with the waters,
It is not good to have no direction!
In all this,
My ink ceases to cease.
I did pen words of comfort
On days I could bear no more.
And I did tell you I've got Neverland in my head,
Yet you contend.
~ Myra
When the fault wasn't mine.
I couldn't bear living like this,
Yet I couldn't afford leaving like this.
My brush could not paint a heart,
Neither did my ink write a love story
I was happy,
Yet my psyche was troubled.
On days where I could take it no more,
I penned words of comfort.
The grasses became still,
It was never right for grasses to remain still!
It's been cold for far too long,
It is not good for seasons not to change!
I've been moving with the waters,
It is not good to have no direction!
In all this,
My ink ceases to cease.
I did pen words of comfort
On days I could bear no more.
And I did tell you I've got Neverland in my head,
Yet you contend.
~ Myra
Forwarded from KosmicKritika
She was a room full of mess, scattered all over with roses and wildflowers; all wilted, burnt letters and crumpled pages filled with scriptures of her soul in wild cursive littered every corner.
And the walls, oh those walls! Covered with pictures of every moment she lived that her cracked walls were torn between if they should keep or let them fall and shatter; tired of soaking their colours till they have turned grey.
Finally, there is a closed window at the end of the room, peering in the bright light right at the spotless centre, giving it the clarity that the other parts of the room along with the darkened corners envied, only wishing for a storm to pass and break open the window let the light through and touch wherever it's ridden of, let the spring air follow through to take over the murkiness of this dwelling and cleanse it.
#prose
#love
#heart
#words
And the walls, oh those walls! Covered with pictures of every moment she lived that her cracked walls were torn between if they should keep or let them fall and shatter; tired of soaking their colours till they have turned grey.
Finally, there is a closed window at the end of the room, peering in the bright light right at the spotless centre, giving it the clarity that the other parts of the room along with the darkened corners envied, only wishing for a storm to pass and break open the window let the light through and touch wherever it's ridden of, let the spring air follow through to take over the murkiness of this dwelling and cleanse it.
#prose
#love
#heart
#words
Forwarded from Victoria Damilola writes (Samuel Victoria)
Death Note
"Pray for me,
For my soul is far gone."
In the dead of night, a traveler with cloak of time and space,
Lost in mind, a walking dead.
His hand filled with blood but no remorse,
Unconscious in mind and soul, with no feeling.
A foreigner and a wanderer,
A sanctioner of death.
For his breath is that of cold,
His mind is that of chaos,
His footsteps a trail of fire.
Take note, he saw the end before it began.
Death note it all down, a beautiful and broken fate,
A grim role, of doom and resignation,
An inevitable acceptance.
The man of shadow, the whisperer of death.
The soul collector.
A fascinating and deadliest weapon,
A bringer of tragic consequences.
"Death note.
And on this night, he surrenders."
Β© Victoria Damilola
"Pray for me,
For my soul is far gone."
In the dead of night, a traveler with cloak of time and space,
Lost in mind, a walking dead.
His hand filled with blood but no remorse,
Unconscious in mind and soul, with no feeling.
A foreigner and a wanderer,
A sanctioner of death.
For his breath is that of cold,
His mind is that of chaos,
His footsteps a trail of fire.
Take note, he saw the end before it began.
Death note it all down, a beautiful and broken fate,
A grim role, of doom and resignation,
An inevitable acceptance.
The man of shadow, the whisperer of death.
The soul collector.
A fascinating and deadliest weapon,
A bringer of tragic consequences.
"Death note.
And on this night, he surrenders."
Β© Victoria Damilola
Forwarded from collison strange dr
A whitewhale
The waves of the ocean collides under your skin,
As you dive into deep offshore waters,
Cold and dark, there is where you find quietude,
No wonder! You became a holy grail.
They say its obsession to pursue you,
Some also say its a great honor,
Perhaps "Captain Ahab" was too harsh on you,
Pirates like him don't belong in these waters.
Here is where the tale unfolds,
where the narrative commences,
A cascade of water kisses the woods of hope,
As the sky cries out in blue, and the horizon stretches clear,
So I unfurl my sails.
Into the realm of adventure I ventured,
Seeking you in the depths of icy armor,
I thought I glimpsed your form, but it eluded me,
Instead, I confronted my own shadows,
Retreating to my depths,
Contemplating the paths that might lead me to you.
In this frozen abyss, shrouded in darkness,
Still, consumed by obsession,
My Moby Dick! Gleaming white, a beacon in the void,
Silken as fur,
I sense your presence, though distant you are.
Fear not, for I bear no resemblance to Ahab's dark shadowed trail,
Saint be the path I tread,
My heart aglow with each stride,
Yet, I admit, the journey is arduous,
You are a prize beyond compare,
A fish formidable to reel in, I must confess.
My whitewhale.
The waves of the ocean collides under your skin,
As you dive into deep offshore waters,
Cold and dark, there is where you find quietude,
No wonder! You became a holy grail.
They say its obsession to pursue you,
Some also say its a great honor,
Perhaps "Captain Ahab" was too harsh on you,
Pirates like him don't belong in these waters.
Here is where the tale unfolds,
where the narrative commences,
A cascade of water kisses the woods of hope,
As the sky cries out in blue, and the horizon stretches clear,
So I unfurl my sails.
Into the realm of adventure I ventured,
Seeking you in the depths of icy armor,
I thought I glimpsed your form, but it eluded me,
Instead, I confronted my own shadows,
Retreating to my depths,
Contemplating the paths that might lead me to you.
In this frozen abyss, shrouded in darkness,
Still, consumed by obsession,
My Moby Dick! Gleaming white, a beacon in the void,
Silken as fur,
I sense your presence, though distant you are.
Fear not, for I bear no resemblance to Ahab's dark shadowed trail,
Saint be the path I tread,
My heart aglow with each stride,
Yet, I admit, the journey is arduous,
You are a prize beyond compare,
A fish formidable to reel in, I must confess.
My whitewhale.
Forwarded from π€ πππππππ π€
Happily ever after
Sometimes I wonder how it would be,
If Peter Pan never went to Neverland,
If Cinderella missed the ball,
I mean, it would still be okay after all,
Right?
I mean, they would still be getting their happy ending,
Right?
Or is that just a myth that my consciousness kept defending?
The idea of a βhappy endβ no matter what,
But our choices might lead us away from that end, couldnβt it?
I mean our actions have consequences, we canβt just jump in without thinking, hoping it will all turn out okay..
Because one day, we might do something so vicious that it is past redemption,
And it will rip us of our happy endingβ¦
Sometimes I wonder how it would be,
If Peter Pan never went to Neverland,
If Cinderella missed the ball,
I mean, it would still be okay after all,
Right?
I mean, they would still be getting their happy ending,
Right?
Or is that just a myth that my consciousness kept defending?
The idea of a βhappy endβ no matter what,
But our choices might lead us away from that end, couldnβt it?
I mean our actions have consequences, we canβt just jump in without thinking, hoping it will all turn out okay..
Because one day, we might do something so vicious that it is past redemption,
And it will rip us of our happy endingβ¦
Forwarded from "Whispers of the Soul"
Under these wide skies we are apart.
Each passing moment without your presence weighs me down.
The distance like oceans between us
yet the strange bond still draws me towards you.
Within this vast ocean of separation
the bond floods me and I float with the waves towards your shore.
#Abdo #original #distance
Each passing moment without your presence weighs me down.
The distance like oceans between us
yet the strange bond still draws me towards you.
Within this vast ocean of separation
the bond floods me and I float with the waves towards your shore.
#Abdo #original #distance
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