Every time i know you are trying to come to me its a comfort in my heart to have you be with me where we can make each other complete
All of lifes experiences piled up upon the heart. The heart become frozen in time of memories and it was locked into what ever it had been fed. The heart is still so beautiful but most didn't understand this until one special encounter that lovingly approached the heart and cared for the beautiful heart over time and waiting patiently letting the little heart express its sorrows and fears and never did the special approach er judge. The heart was taken care of through persisted love waiting for the beauty to emerge from its core so hidden by the frozen lost hurts.
Finally the frozen bared heart began to melt away its edges it was an amazing journey to see and feel the beauty so long ago berried to emerge in such beauty. The grief and miss lead fortunes was not even seen anymore as the heart melted away its fears and loneliness. Its anger and regrets and as it all melted out emerged the most beautiful heart. The frozen heart become a crown of glory and all
The soul mate and the flower
I was a seed that was planted in rough soil,
and the little seed had to be showed who it was.
The soul mate, took care of the seed and helped it to see it could be very special,
the seed was showed sunlight and the tears of joy.
The soul mate covered the seed and protected it
the little seed grew into a beautiful flower.
The flower is of every color and the color added to the beauty of the world.
The little flower kept blooming and never stopped. The colorful flower bloomed all the way to her heart.
The soul mate gave the flower it"s acceptance.
The soul mate knew everything the flower of the soils
what the soil is made of that made the flower so pretty.
the soul mate knew the way from the roots, to the channels of water pathway's,
to the center of the beauty
from the energy comes to the top of the plant,
to display and only the soul mate seen all the colors made special the soul mate cherished and the flower is beautiful.
To this day the lit
pillow of memoriesI still wake up from a deep sleep
and in my sleepy mind not awake yet
i reach for my nearest pillow to hold tight.
remembering you next to me laying next to me
and the fear of you not here awakens me, into the
memories that once was......
it a complete pain
pain of the energy to make it every day
pain of of a love i lost
pain that over takes my every waking.
every day strolling threw my life.
A walk threw my shoes is a life of torture.
Im never filled up, never complete
the things that fill my world is a withering roots of a dieing tree. The roots try to survive but life takes it away.
my world of hope my world of wanting and i live in a world of trying to be blessed but im tortured every day.
I feel punished, alone, and my body and mind acks for comfort.
I feel like a old weathered shoe that is being used to walk in.
The shoe cracking against the pavement being used until the day comes im no longer useful.
My abilities is love and caring but i have my life to live which drains it away.
My face hurts with tiredness, my mind cries for relief.
I feel my shoulders hold the world with all my concerns but where is it leading me?
Pain im in pain in my mind my soul and i cry every day for just 1 ounce o
leaf in my heartI will place you in my heart like a leaf blowing in the wind, as my heart beats the little leaf in my heart will float around loving you with every beat.
You made me beautiful to myself,
you made me pretty to my vision of me not for all the world but for myself,
you cared enough to know,
you cared enough to want to know,
you cared enough to let me see who i am through you love,
you understand me, and you love me know other way but for who i am,
you let me shine threw my inner beauty,
you made me see things i didn't know existed
you helped me to paint the world with more knowledge,
and still to this day you are thousands of miles away,
but you my dearest sit at the thrown of my heart forever more,
and you my dear one even though it will be eternity that we ever touch again,
you are my true love forevermore.
A unlit candle lay in the snow of unforgotten the wax depleted, the wick short and all is evaporated out of the jar of once warmth. The wick and the wax was overcome in the middle of the night, when no one was around, it was smothered out by the darkness, and the jar was left smoldering on the stove left empty and alone. The lit flame was a voice that pierced the night the words danced in the ears of life and was fed by a inner peace of love and completeness.
The little flame voice asked over and over again for friend ship to not be left alone, but no matter what the little flame did, or asked it was not heard. Life took turns and things changed but the little flame was a comfort it was lit over and over again, people taking what was needed, easy to take but hard to give back. The feeling left behind was of questions why? where do you turn alone, and who do you tell?
The little candle was throw-ed out into the cold snow bank feeling useless, icy cold, and nothing to offer. In the end t
Life and the leaf.
I came to this earth like a leaf in a pod.
I entered out of the womb like the leaf that began to grow.
Everyone loved to look at me, and they enjoyed the newness of the newly born child, just like we love to see the season change into spring.
I was taken care of from my parents, with love and nurturing, just like the little leaf that had sunlight, and water that helped to make it grow.
I was full of energy, and glowed with delight.
I grew into something beautiful, so young and full of dreams, like a leaf in the summertime, so green and full of life.
I lived my life working hard trying to do what is right, living on my dreams, and my beautiful vision of life, just like the leaf that was stuck in the sun, in the middle of August into summer sun, life was not perfect and i got bruised along the way. I began to see you have to be tough along the way.
I had a family, and i worked it seemed all day, just like the leaf that was part of a tree, standing beside the mother bird that fed her bab
SilenceSilence is more powerful than any word spoken.
Silence is the most expressive statement a human can make.
Silence can be read thru a persons eyes from across a room.
Silence is the truth or a lie.
Silence is your friend or your enemy.
Silence is a human watching observing your actions without a word.
Silence is wisdom.
Silence is a statement.
Silence is peace.
Silence is wonder.
Silence is inner acceptance.
Silence is a secret.
Silence makes decisions.
Silence is a virtue.
Silence is peace.
Silence bring thought.
Silence pain behind a smile.
Silence is the beginning or end to a storm.
Silence is a snail that moves along the ground.
Silence is the growth of a tree 100 years and passing.
Silence is the attack before a strike.
Silence is Creation growing inside a mothers womb.
silence is a the sun rays shining on the earth.
Silence is the is the words we tell our self's
Silence can be the most sensual touch.
I have learned that silence speaks louder than words, and holding your silence is
What Tumblr Doesn't UnderstandThere is literally nothing wrong with being cis,
your very existence does not make you transphobic.
You are not an oppressor by default,
do not blame yourself for someone else’s transphobia,
because it’s not your fault.
Racism isn’t restricted to just whites.
Anyone can be a racist,
you need only express a prejudice.
Sexism is practically the same,
no matter the gender,
it goes both ways.
Mental illness is not some fad,
it’s not something to be tossed around so freely,
like some badge.
It’s not something you can self-diagnose you have,
therefore using it as an excuse to act like an ass.
There is a stigma created when you act out, you see.
And the world associates mental illness
with your disgusting tendencies.
It is horrific and cruel to use mental illness as an excuse,
especially when the illness you claim to have is not
Feminism is not for every boy, man, woman or girl.
It is not a cure that will heal inequality in our world.
nervously with you.did you know i was scared
to touch you
because i've only held books
and paper planes
all my life;
i did not think my hands
were strong enough to hold
all the galaxies
inside your soul.
numb.walk the edge of disaster
like you are one yourself;
don’t pretend –
the hurricane offering
rain to the earth and when
the cruel wind rips
it away, laugh at the
burn it leaves behind
just to feel
HetaliaxDepressed!Reader:Self-Inflicted AchromaticHetalia x Scary! Depressed! Reader: Self-Inflicted Achromatic
I want to be a person just like you, don't you see?
I want to be a person who is still being "me"
A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were just so damn tired. The other countries said that you, (f/n) or (c/n), was scarier than Russia himself. But of course, you have lived 2500 years with wars and bloodshed always trailing after you. You just really want to be happy. But all those wars and blood imprinted on your mind, you really just released off a dark (a/c) aura and a stoic atmosphere.
It really would be nice but I'm paying a price
'Cause I'd really, not be me and that would not suffice
You asked yourself, "I know my face doesn't show my pain. But isn't it obvious in my eyes? I'm lonely and hurt" You rubbed your numb (s/c) wrist, yesterday's cuts still had a colorless ache to it. You picked your silver knife, twirling it around watching the others argue. The said knife is the one you also use to cut yourself.
A dream which
Loving DeathI saw Death again tonight.
He detached himself
from the shadows in the corner
and bowed down next to me
his surprisingly soft cloak
whispering against my cheek.
He had beautiful eyes
hidden deep beneath
endless folds of
stitched together night sky.
Eyes of fire-
a dark flame dancing.
Eyes of ice-
sharp shards cleaving through me.
Eyes of emerald-
the aching memory of the fields on that Summer day.
He stared at me,
a sense of affection flickering through them,
as he curled his icy hands
of worn-through bone
around my wrist.
I didn't fear his touch,
I welcomed it
like that of a lover's embrace.
And he leaned over
bending over my exposed wrist
and gently placed his lips against my flesh.
His mouth was warm-
that of one
who knows all too well
how to kiss goodbye.
My eyes fluttered closed
as death kissed my
feeling him mend my cuts
with his strangely loving touch.
And I stared at him
questions swimming in my eyes-
but he merely
kissed them away, too.
"Not tonight, my dear,
Autism Is Not A DiseaseSome say it's a virus,
That spreads like the plague,
Until there's nothing left,
But for those with autism,
When we're normal human beings,
Yes we are different,
But isn't everyone else,
Like for those who are bright,
While other's are dumb?
Sure our brains are wired,
All over the place,
Making it harder,
For us to think.
But it doesn't matter,
When no one's the same.
And Believe me,
This world would be a bore,
If we knew our every move,
Knowing what everyone would do.
So let's hear it:
Am I a disease,
Or a living human being?
anything.i talk about you
to every person i meet
they don't know you
and i can tell them anything.
i can be honest about the severity of the fire
in your eyes
or i could lie and say you love me
i could say you bought me roses
and wrote poems about me
i could say you hold me
while i cry
and send me texts every morning
asking how i slept
even though you know i didn't sleep at all
because we were talking on the phone
about the universe and van gogh
at 2 am.
or i could even say that i don't love you.
i could say you love me like crazy,
but i don't love you back,
that you're the one existing with each separate pulse
of a broken heart
and that i get a good night's sleep
not worrying at all.
but i don't.
instead i show them the blood
on my shirt
from where my skin is drenched
from erratic and choppy heartbeats
that stutter and cut
when you look at me
or when i hear your voice
talking somewhere away.
i could lie to these people
because they don't know you
and they don't know me,
Space“I need space,” he quietly states
But dear, what do you mean?
Do you mean you want the planets,
Do you mean you want the stars,
Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?
An infinite vacuum,
a quiet location,
solitude for the soul?
Oh yes, my dear,
I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in there
Oh yes, my dear,
It’s as empty as you.
I'm Sorry For Being a RapistI'm sorry for being a rapist,
though I never even touched you.
I'm sorry for assaulting you,
though all I did was gently brush you.
We were in a crowded subway,
what more could you expect?
Someone bumped up against me,
and my raised hand went to your chest.
I'm sorry for being abusive,
even though I'm just three.
I'm sorry for crying in front of you,
because I’m supposed to be strong.
I'm sorry for being gay,
because society doesn't like it that way.
I'm sorry for being your boss,
even though I worked extremely hard.
As opposed to you, I came from nothing,
and had to earn my family's butter and bread.
We escaped a communist country,
from a government who wanted us dead.
But you wouldn't know that,
because to you we're all the same.
I'm sorry for calling you a bitch,
after you carelessly called me a bastard.
Or calling you a slut,
when you cheated on my friend, and his life ended in self inflicted disaster.
I'm sorry for earning more than you,
but you know you can go to court.