Everyone needs their dark space,
a safe place,
in a dark room, under the blanket or
in them closed eyes.
Where they can hide away from the world,
just for a moment,
think the whole goddamn universe
and just be...
Life goes on,
Ignoring my pain and blues
Life goes on,
No matter what i choose.
They asked , then what's the point living,
when all we're headed to, is death?
I tried to find that answer myself
but failed hard, somehow.
Until Now.
Looking back at all that,
i dont weep, but ponder,
if death is all it is about
then we wouldn't have been alive
in the first place!
It's not about ending, in the end.
It's about making everything about my end
worth dying for.
It's about making a life, worth living.
Making all my time between
life and death
worth remembering,
is all what it is about.
You say you wanna be pretty,
so the world would love you ,
so the eyes would admire you,
so the lips would discuss you.
But , my dear,
don't ever forget,
love of this world has become cruel.
You'll be a pretty little flower,
just to make them happy,
and all they'll do is
stare, pluck, smell and throw.
So honey,
better be a Venus flytrap,
beautiful in its own,
but nobody ever can
stare,
pluck,
smell,
and throw.
Sure they won't like you,
but trust me, it's better than
being left alone to wilt,
only because they thought
you were the prettiest flower
in the garden...
This is as true as it can ever get... We are nothing but the some of everything around us. Everyone and everything, and how we perceive it.
“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
What good is helping people when the only things you get acknowledged for is your mistakes? Mistakes, made because you are just human, and all you were trying to do was help?
I ask for so much every time ,
from you ,my lord.
But now I want to wish a wish ,
that I wish you can afford .
It's to keep ,
the sky above me blue always ,
the world around my world green,
and the night filled with stars always.
Don't let the man-made black ,
ruin my night's hue,
or ruin my far horizon ,
or ever lessen my view.
The devil shan't reign the land of yours ,
never shall the tranquil eyes fade .
Make us strong to hold the world ,
strong against the we made.
May we make the air as clear ,
air as clear a heart I seek ,
hope, for everyone who has been hurt
and has been living in bleak .
Give us the strength to revive ,
the land we used to thrive upon,
the magic liquid that flowed through rivers ,
the sunlight we have been worshiping for long .
Keep the birds singing on trees ,
and the trees held strong always.
Don't give us enough, to darken
the blue that fills our sky always ...
I saw you dreaming,
wishing with your
hands held high,
reaching for the stars
as if their light
belonged to you,
and I loved you then.
" Adversity is the Mother of all things Beautiful... For its only when the Moon sets, a new dawn arrives. "
(og)