Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
In pursuit of peace and perfection, in pursuit of power and progression. In pursuit of gratitude and growth, in pursuit of wisdom and warmth. In pursuit of life and it's meaning, in pursuit of God's grace and it's healing In pursuit of endless dreams and broken stars, in pursuit of an eternal remedy for ,all my scars. In pursuit of care and respect. In pursuit of love perhaps. Little did I ever know, that in these endless pursuits of life itself, I would find all the answers, in you.
-mauli
Not wrote by me - but I had to share as it is amazing , ❤️. So all enjoy x
Her eyes remind me the first sea that I saw,
The kind of sea you only see in a draw.
When I’m looking at them I am getting out my mind,
The most beautiful thing a man could even find.
She took possession of my mind, of my dreams, of my soul.
When she is not there, I am feeling like if I was stuck in a hole.
Her presence is giving me the faith like if she was giving me a rope,
To get me out of that well and offer me the hope,
To see her one day having a rest in my arms,
While she doesn’t realize how effective are her charms.
I could spend my whole days looking at her sleeping face,
As long as she is there, I will never leave this place.
She was my baby girl
I told you so
Never wanted to let her go
But you made me do her wrong
By always being the other girl
Making her feel low
I just couldn’t say no.
She was my baby girl
now she can’t be found
Because I dug her, deep into the ground.
Broken hearted by a clown
I’m sorry , now I know
How low, I made her go,
I wasn’t ready
For the love ,
She blew my world apart
now I’m done fooling about .
I was confused , lost
I promise you so
Just come back baby ,to our home
I’ll show you my love , hands down
No more broken promises
No more late night kisses
I just need you back on my ground
You are , who kept me so sound
The reason I thought I was on top of the world
She was my baby girl
I just need her home .
@trueemotions91
Confused they once told me .
Confused of what I asked ?
Life was thier reply.
Life? I asked ? Im Not confused of life , I’m confused to why in life is so much hatred . I understand life is a game of play but I can’t accept the world we are in!
I can’t understand the broken homes, the hunger, the greed , the death!
I don’t understand why another human would want to hurt another human?
Or is it because they ain’t human ? Or maybe I’m not?
Surely in life we all want the same , love , happiness and equality!
I don’t understand how ones brain can tick to create such havoc ! I don’t understand how we as humans can disregard each other’s life so easily !
It’s not humane - yet we call ourselfs human! A human has a heart and two eyes ! To see and to feel the damage of our actions ! Not to be blind!
So yeah I’m confused to what has happened to the what we call human life !
@trueemotions91
It was true love felt, never true love given
We have lived and will live again in these moments, precious to every blink and eye that beat as one
In writing I find a solace in growing my love to give, until the words become me and everything I did
Wednesday, 28th July 2021
Love is more than the dream wistfully painted across torn pages in dripping ink and meadows of wildflowers, by writers and poets huddled by candlelight seeing love written in beloved faces. Seeing love in yearning clouds slowly chasing after the sun's fragile rays. Love is heartache and hurt and pain - a climbing river pushing back against everything you know. It inspires and challenges, it breathes life and ends it. It is everything we want and everything we do not dare to have. Love can bring just as much destruction to the harmony it creates. But it’s never about what love is or what it is not - it is how we shape its destiny within our own lives that counts. Love will always be with you, but will you let it stay? And sometimes we know that we just have to chase it away.
LIPS
I could kiss your lips all day, if you let me.
I don't know how you do it. How is it that your lips are the last things that I dream of before I drift off to sleep?
I want no place in heaven if you were my greatest sin. Because the way your lips are flawlessly pressed against my neck, oh my goodness, even just thinking about it, it's a type of paradise I'll never be able to forget. Amazingly, you chose to kiss, over my pulse, over my flushed skin, rather than tearing my throat out with your pristine white teeth and leaving me for dead.
Numerous could claim your kiss is one of the devil, because how is it you have the lips of a sinner but the heart of an angelic saint?
My jaw just so happens to be the perfect shape for your hands when you cup it when you kiss me. I love the taste of your flavoured lip balm and the way your lips effortlessly fit over mine. Your nose occasionally bumps against the skeleton of my glasses and you chuckle when you knock them askew. Your tongue has taken me to places in my mind I have not yet had an opportunity to explore.
Your lips are all I can ponder. They are driving me insane. What spell have you put me under? My love, I demand to know.
BEE KINGSLEY
YOU
Sweetheart, you own me, body and soul.
Promise that you'll fight to hold on. Promise that your hand won't ever slip out of my grasp.
Promise that you'll never let go. Not if you can help it.
Believe it or not, I need you.
More than the air that I breathe. More than the blood in my veins. More than the water that quenches my thirst.
I've needed you everyday since we first met.
I don't know what I'd do if I'd lost you.
It'd destroy me. I would be a shadow of myself, a soulless shell. I'd be nothing without you.
You're important to me.
Please know that.
I couldn't possibly live without you. I can't even fathom it.
Don't you dare tell me that you are not worth my time.
Darling, you're worth every beat of my heart.
Why, my lovely, it only beats for you.
Only you.
BEE KINGSLEY
the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the “i wasn’t supposed to tell anyone but” and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.
I often have my own moments where I feel like I'm both the storm and the sea that rage all at once. Then a kind soul or comment will come and humble me into nothing more than a paused breath. Reminding me of my place in the shoal of souls that we are. We ebb and flow in and against the direction of all other people. If we all opened our hearts a little more than our egos. I think we could find ourselves in much better places.
We are empty vessels and the hollow casks. Our spirit is the kindling and love is our fire. Burning blazing brilliant. Most other things are cheap substitutes for the kindling of our fires. They are meager, and fleeting. Dying. Love is eternal. So, so are our spirits.
I know that my atoms are not mine and that they were forged in stars and scattered across the universe by their deaths. I know that I am a product of bunch of chemical reactions. I know that I will one day die.
I also know that I am more than sum of my parts. That my death, will only be in this body. I will decompose and become apart of everything. I know that my mannerisms will be inherited by those who loved me. Just I have inherited theirs. And I know if there is a afterlife my spirit will live on forever in love and kindness.
But that doesn't make this life any less worth it.
I sifted through thousands of Faces only wanting to see yours.
It's midnight. And you have fallen asleep on the couch. I got the chance of feeling the warmth of your hair again. My love, I am sorry. I will love you for all the days I am blessed with. It is your absence I will ache with. It is with great pride I can say I have loved, and loved honestly.