who am I to think that I'm special
who am I to believe in the winds
whispers come as loud as screams in my ears
those who once left start to cling for attention
who are them to plight my peace and disturb my soul
Thursday, January 11, 2018
Monday, January 8, 2018
17:42//8J
possession:
being to emotional, weeping by fight;
being super protector with whom they love;
being irrational when in jealousy.
the ones who are beloved
and in love might have an obnoxious obligation to
pay attention to them 24/7
"no one belongs to anyone besides their true self"
being to emotional, weeping by fight;
being super protector with whom they love;
being irrational when in jealousy.
the ones who are beloved
and in love might have an obnoxious obligation to
pay attention to them 24/7
"no one belongs to anyone besides their true self"
Friday, January 5, 2018
17:42//5J
sometimes I am rotten [inside]
although my physicallity does not show this side of me
am I some kind of being?
never felt like being part of the human kind
but everybody says not;
says that I am here and present
and human and above all: kind
would it be true?
better believe the living ones
although my physicallity does not show this side of me
am I some kind of being?
never felt like being part of the human kind
but everybody says not;
says that I am here and present
and human and above all: kind
would it be true?
better believe the living ones
Wednesday, January 3, 2018
17:50//3J
I do not understand its course,
yet. I am not surprised up to now.
I really hope I am not fooling
myself. I hope that it turns
out to the best.
although I do not believe in
good endings, I hope they find
their course through their
beautiful journey.
I long for clear feelings and
words it gives to my sentiments.
yet. I am not surprised up to now.
I really hope I am not fooling
myself. I hope that it turns
out to the best.
although I do not believe in
good endings, I hope they find
their course through their
beautiful journey.
I long for clear feelings and
words it gives to my sentiments.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
15:26//2J
feelings are not static,
no estatistic for the heart
things are felt by the body,
the soul may be hurt [sore]
never gave up on feeling
ever regain strengh
body may be gone soon
fragments of the soul will remain
the warmth of the flame
claims, and then, surrends!
no estatistic for the heart
things are felt by the body,
the soul may be hurt [sore]
never gave up on feeling
ever regain strengh
body may be gone soon
fragments of the soul will remain
the warmth of the flame
claims, and then, surrends!
15:26//2J
love and its volatility;
naivety as it grows.
cereness, as the ones,
rationables do not belong to anyone.
fluid are the feelings,
dwelt by the veins.
expulsed from the heart
love was plunged: no sore.
naivety as it grows.
cereness, as the ones,
rationables do not belong to anyone.
fluid are the feelings,
dwelt by the veins.
expulsed from the heart
love was plunged: no sore.
14:52//2J
I am sick, tired and misguided
there is no urge to continue
I feel nothing good
there is no hope for me
missions are mislead
pieces are not left
joints are not mending
death is all that rest
peace, I want to find
lingering as an interest
cold, I long to lay
shimmering I will stay
there is no urge to continue
I feel nothing good
there is no hope for me
missions are mislead
pieces are not left
joints are not mending
death is all that rest
peace, I want to find
lingering as an interest
cold, I long to lay
shimmering I will stay