Just another short poem...
Have you ever met someone who gives you freedom? Freedom to be yourself in your entirety Freedom to escape previous restrictions and convictions Freedom to stop listening to the distorted noise surrounding Freedom to explore your own mind Freedom to truly love yourself as a working progress Freedom to understand why you are who you … Continue reading Freedom
The universe is causing suffering for me to learn a lesson I'm at an all time low preparing for a steep incline Every pit of depression hosting a map to happiness A fluorescent path of enlightenment Pushing through the pain in each set In each rep Proud as I know the hurt is necessary to … Continue reading ☥
I don't want someone who has already lived their life. I need to live it with them. Share our bucket lists. That's love. Jump off cliffs together. Fly on private jets together. Eat unknown tropical foods together. Stare death in the face together. Run naked through a … Continue reading Let’s Die Together
The ability to wait I’ve struggled with patience Ageing without knowledge of what the future holds Praying to the spirits that it will resemble my dreams Watching my watch, watch time Anticipating the long hands movement forward Asking that it slows down Asking that time be patient Asking that time run alongside my life rather … Continue reading Patience
You've already won Stop beating yourself up Your vision is something to rival reality You have a dream Lubricate your belief And enter your freedom with ease Without a dream We can never wake up And have faith and hope for something more Something of desire All that you have yearned for The passion to … Continue reading You’re a Champion
This thing we call love. It mirrors our virginities. We speak of how sacred it is, warn of the dangers you can encounter in relation to it. Preach of the importance. The virgins then fascinate on it. Wonder why everyone has experienced what they are telling you to take your time to endure. Wonder … Continue reading This Thing We Call Love..
Let's not pretend this is anything more than an ego stroke No real love No real passion Just someone who makes you feel as though you're on a pedestal sometimes As if you could be that trophy in the cabinet everyone desires The person who allows you to believe that they would show you off … Continue reading Ego Stroke
I can't handle you saying no To hear that you don't feel the same To know that you've never felt this way I excuse your absent words Convince myself that I can sense it Belief that I am not waiting in vain for no-day I avoid asking questions I have fallen deeper in your silence … Continue reading Can’t handle it..
12:40 am and my eyes are fighting Eyelids are refused closing My frustration caused by the past Who has now become present Tormenting my attachment to the future Just as I clear my mind It is sucked into a vortex of unanswered questions Seeking closure all over again Confusion settles comfortably in its old seat … Continue reading 12:40am