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I see him everywhere

He smiles at me in the air,

He whispers me lullabies when I’m scared

Keeps the monsters from out my head ,

He holds me when I’m cold

Squeezes harder when I’m warm,

He just knows how , I liked to be hold

Ain’t a secret that could not be told .

I would trust him with my life

But I’m not to sure about a wife .

He is gentle , I know that so

But he is also very powerful .

Would he scare her gentle soul

I honestly don’t know .

@trueemotions91

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.

Blurred between love and hate

How do I decide my fate ,

When my heart tells me to wait

But my mind tells me to do a double take ,

Life isn’t ment to be a surf

But why was we brought to earth

With this thing called worth,

Emotions are tough

When other people are rough,

Just another torch

To light up the path

For another soul to walk

While we wait in the back fall ,

Why did the cells give me a heart

To just keep being scarred ,

It don’t know when to stop

And that will be my flop,

On this place we call earth

Burnt from inside , out

For something we call love.

@trueemotions91

Heart broken

My life’s a mess

I don’t know where is my place of rest

Just need a escape from this place

Feels like hell ,

I’d rather skate,

My way up to heavens gate ,

Then live this joke of a life

Am I that horrible

I attract selfish people

Does my mind really play me from behide

I don’t undertstand

I’m just confused

To what to do

Slowly but surely I’m breaking

In two

And I’m truly losing my self

To this sticky game of glue

I tell everyone to smile

But can’t force it upon my own frown

Why is life so hard

Why is it the ones we love

The ones who hurt us the most

If that’s the case I would rather die

I give up on life

Always doing my best

Breaking my insides for all the rest

My mind screams for me to give it a break

But my heart won’t let me escape

I’m slowly starting to lose all hope

Of what I call a human joke .

@trueemotions91

A woman ,

Is her name

A mother to all,

From the ground she was born

She always stood tall ,

She braces the craziest storm

Because that’s her home,

She carries life to the full

So we can be reborn ,

She gives her body to another

With out a thought for the other ,

She knows power, love & hate

But yet you won’t see her shake ,

She has to be powerful

To raise her next generation ,

To Make sure there matter

In a world with a lot of chatter ,

She has the power to give and take

But she always chooses life

Over any other path

That may call her ,

Because that’s the gate

To her most beautiful

Creations in life,

Always In sight , but guarded

By love , because that’s what mothers do

On this crazy path called life .

@trueemotions91

Fuckin crazy in this house of mine

Kids always fighting

Mothers always screaming

A war against 9

Yet love in the air

Open my eyes

To a war game

Trying push them

In there own direction

Forced eyes wide open

Mouths are all gawping

My brains fucking screwing

While next doors knocking

To a crazy noise

Of just heartache

But in the end it’s going be

Allright

Coz it’s where I call home

Its where my flowers grow

From the floor to the ceiling

I’m crawling

While the kids are scribbling

I’m kneeling

Praying to Jesus for some strength

To just catch my breath .

@trueemotions91

Why does another woman’s body entice me,

The curves I adore,

Skin so smooth ,

The way she shakes her arse .

Maybe it’s jealousy

But I’m not sure .

Is it wrong to admire

The beauty of another

I believe not so .

It’s something extraordinary ,

I just can’t let go.

How she drops so low ,

her hips curve to her exterior

Is just woah woah woah .

Blows my mind,

How another woman can make

My heart beat slow .

@trueemotions91

I’m attracted to skin .

You heard that correctly ,

Human contact

Is my fantasise.

To feel the warmth of your body

Upon me

Sends electricity threw me .

To run my fingers down every inch of you

Excites me .

To explore every grove and corner

Of your body

With mine

Thrills me .

To watch you wither under me

Is my only desire .

I promise I’ll be gentle .

All you got to do

Is be bare.

I’ll waken

Senses you never

Knew where there .

Don’t tempt me .

I swear .

@trueemotions91

I don’t know what your edging at ,

But I can see you lips are drying up.

Slow down spitting that shit ,

Might make sense of it .

You talk to quick ,

For a brain to register it ,

Take a breather and enjoy it ,

The way, the words flick off

Your tongue

Don’t tell me you don’t like it,

Dirty ,

Is the best ,

We know you don’t like the rest,

Don’t make your tongue do that flick,

But you still think you look slick,

With a lollipop hanging out ,

Dribble round the tip,

Makes me fantasise

Of them sexy lips.

@trueemotions91

Pretty lady

Looking at me,

Why do you bring

Me to my knees,

In all the humans

Upon the world,

Your the one

I kneel to.

Not because your eyes

Enchant me

Or the whisper of your voice

Excites me,

It’s a belonging I can’t explain

just a human brain .

@trueemotions91

Freedom

I hear them call

But thier ain’t ready for that door.

Freedom

Yet there still roar

Do thier know

What their are asking for?

Freedom to what

I stand and adore.

Freedom to withdraw ?

Your to in line

To know freedom

Is in the mind

Once you explore

And unwind

Then you may know

How freedom works

Because it’s

inside that cage

You locked so tight .

@trueemotions91

A tree

Fantasises me

The way it stands so strong

It’s branches reaching out

Curling and twisting

In the cool summer wind

Grabbing the air as it passes

What is it reaching for ?

I often adore

The winter time

When it’s branches are bare

The sky

The air

behide each finger

It shadows off

To another ,

Is remarkable and beautiful

How something so plain & tall

Can be so outstanding

Yet missed by all.

@trueemotions91

On a dark cold night

Awoken my soul under the moon light

Like a wolf in sheep clothes

While the whole world stayed closed

My soul opened to the universe

On that hill rise

I was exposed

To the elements of life

And lord behold

As the devils hide

And nature took hold

A beast , I felt , deep inside .

@trueemotions91

A soul is my beauty

Looks are deceiving

They try and trick the mind

To make us believe

In something that isn’t there

As a soul can’t lie

It speaks the truth beyond the mask

That’s put in as a disguise

To look beyond is hard

It’s a battle with mind and temptation

But which do you choose

When the pretty tunes in to the soul

And Creates the devil

Do you realise the danger your soul has intwined to,

A pretty soul will always have a pretty face ,

You just have to look deeper in the beholders eyes,

The eyes are the beauty ,

As dark as chocolate , as blue as the skies , as green as the mountains on a dewy morning sun rise ,

Not the cold hunger , with a smile upon the face ,

That’s clearly the devil in disguise .

@trueemotions91

I see the sun, I see the sand , I see the sea, but I can't see the air .

I can see all that's beautiful around me.

But you no what I can't see .

The thing that keeps me alive !!

And that's the distraction in life !!

We are surrounding by beauty, ugliness , and everything far and between .

But do those things really bother me ??

Where's my twisted feelings , my emotions when they run high, the 1000 words that race through my head every night !!!

But why ? Cant I see these in front of me!!

If these were on show they wouldn't be a distraction it's my lifelong goals !!

These are the main yet they kept locked away ... tightly secure inside my brain... The things we can see , touch, feel , smell are distractions in my way!!

Why can't the things that matter be so easy to reach and grab!!

To put all that matters out on a table would be a lifelong puzzle but that puzzle is my goal in life it's the only thing on this earth that's been made just for me!!!

So when you see that beautiful flower blossoming don't make it a distraction , make it a reality and amend it on your perception to alter what it divides your own path to!!!

Lost in a world of emotions

Covid on my mind

Not a worry for the blind.

It’s not the strain of my eyes

from watching the tv

Or holding my phone all day

It’s the battle going on in my brain .

A pain I feel through shut eyes

The light don’t bother me no more

Used to the dark and the man made lights

With a flip of the switch .

It Seems day and night no longer disgunish

The hurt no longer exists

But neither does my happiness .

Lost in my own mind

But just a empty space .

Dying to breathe in the fresh air

To revitalise my brain .

Lost words that make no sense

Emotions I can’t figure out .

The world has gone crazy

And my brain is on the fall out .

How can my brain survive this pandemic with nothing to do , no air to breathe , no sun to see,

Just me .

@trueemotions91

Life one look one love , one heart one soul, one shot at this game .

Play wisely like a fool watch for the stars and fill the space .

Don’t let the clouds move that amstophre push them thoughts through quicker then a river.

Watch how it moves, watch how it trembles . It bears a lot of Weight but yet - never do it buckle .

To love, to loss ,to lose , to gain, to win , to climb.

To fly like a bird with the wind gliding your path.

You flip I flop .

You fall I climb .

@trueemotions91

She painted her soul like a beautiful sky,

made me sit down and stare at her eternal beauty.

~k

I wake up at 3AM with the smell of you but all I can taste is loneliness.

My heart shutters to synchronise with the beat of your heart ,but all it can ever create is pure mess.

As if it was made to be apathetic and you, well you? Art.

Afterlife:~

As the blinking lights turned pale,

And pulse rate slowly failed

to evoke a wave of life,

Her eyelids, remained open under the light;

Her lips, breathed its last,

With her skin and blue veins, fading lifeless, fast.

Her last she could see, her last she could hear,

Great darkness engulfing her,

Her family screaming in tears.

A heavenly peace, taking over her terrestrial body,

Her pain melt away, shes now a dead old lady.

A beam of light, from somewhere afar,

Taking her soul away, glowing brighter and brighter.

She approached close, and the light showed her,

A life she had received,never lived so far.

Before her she sees a child,

Screaming in tears,

"None but her!", hardly she exclaims in joy,

Her heart dropped, looking at the broken toy,

Her favourite one, she held it so dearly,

No toy could surpass, the broken doll's beauty.

Again, being taken aback by the light,

She faces a thirteen year old,

With eyes glowing bright.

She was amazed by her new nose piercing,

She forgot how she scarred herself, silently bleeding.

Soon she was placed before her adult self,

She met a lady in thirtie's,

Disappointed she felt,

As she was too obssesed with a perfect marriage,

She missed her daughter's first walk,at a tender age.

Shifting back, at that deep darknees again,

She sees a mirror, and a wretched reflection starring,

She meets an old lady, filled with regrets,

Regrets of never living a life, that

she was gifted.

All her life she spent on perfections,

Crying over things, out of her

ambitions.

Chasing the unreachable, she never lived the life,

Her mind was clouded with

"If"s and "why"s.

Old lady at reflection,laments her biggest regret,

The unrelished life of discontent, slowly faded.

If I'm the grief

You'd be my long lost sadness, buried inside my ashes of anger.

If I'm the scar, you'd be the dripping blood,

Your clotted barrier, shielding me unwrapped.

If I'm voiceless, you'd be my pen, paper and words.

And if I'm "love"

You'd be the unrequited before it, the hopeless, before my romance.

What is defeat?

If not being the same kind of person you used to hate, and never wanted to be?

What is defeat?

If not being hated and looked down upon, by yourself?

What is deafeat?

If not being surrounded by the wrong people your entire life, thinking what is possibly wrong about you?

Truth hurts---

So does healing.

One such controversial yet selfish lookout of mine about life is, if it reaches its fullest potential or completion, through the involvement of others. Is it going to be incomplete, if we refuse to live for others? Is it going to be devoid of such potential, if we live for and validate ourselves, taking up things to understand and make ourselves joyful in a neutrally harmless manner, opposing the nature's law of, nourishing the upcoming. I claim my life revolvs around me, and me only. It is prooved so, I was born alone, and I'll die such. My life, will not end with the death of near ones, the ticking of my life will end with my death, my life is mine only, and it will not go in vain if i fail to be involved with others as much as I'm involved with myself I believe.

Losing lovable people who were worth living for, might bring misery, but life goes on.

Life goes on, certain people kill themselves if their loved ones die. Might be because, the idea of 'life goes on' without their loved ones, is the one that burns and stings inside the most. Its not only the absence of their loved ones that hurt, but the horrifying idea of their life "just going on" without their person. It's because their life, a keen parasite will choose to end with them. Neither before, nor after.

•Isn't it kinda concerning,

how people are unobothered about the things they don't know, and they're also unbothered for their unbotherence of such lack of interest and knowledge in specifically nowhere, atleast if not everywhere in shallow manner.

•Isn't it kinda concerning ,

how we define beauty in terms of certain standards, and it doesn't take us any seconds to label anybody, based on "doe eyes, fair tone", whereas we don't know where does real beauty lie? Does it exist only in mere taglines, or in the strength of it?

In the toils of everyday, through the dusted highways and polluted smogs that burns our eye, somebody still glows in her light tainted lip balm or undone hair.

•Isn't it kinda concerning,

Declaring ourselves as one of the finest animals, prooving our worth, unlike a bug or a mere animal who is not aware of its position,

we, as greatest of all, are entirely aware of our existence, how big, yet how small we are, How we are placed in time, we know it all.

but when it comes to our own means, it doesn't take us much to drag ourselves down to the creatures we claim, to be above than, yes, such mere bugs or animals.

It's such a tragic concern, to be failed as humans, even after our eight billion years of climbing up a ladder, only to bring us down.

The more you grow up the more you understand, you can't be straightforward everywhere, you don't have to sugercoat things, but you need to tell truth in a way it hurts less. Logic isn't everything and some stages make us emotional. It's not people's fault that they're stupid or doesn't agree with your logic. They've lived a life very different than yours, their pattern of right or wrong with yours will match rarely or maybe later. The more you grow up, the more you ask for the things that you never loved to see in people.

《■》Have you ever felt the present to be so hellish and empty, that you start reminiscing the past, as if it was the only time you've been happy, only heaven you used to live in.

It would be such a pity to think, how we search through the scatterred pieces of our childhood or the blurred out teenage, to live the time once again, when we used to be truly happy, when there were large room for dreams?《■》

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|| June 18 ; 2022 ||

💮 Taking a chance to look back at the same time in the mid June an year ago, when this was the exact time I was wishing for an undo button for myself and was regretting my vulnerability. There was this strange utopian wish to turn everything upside down, and cursing undecisiveness, but here I am, an year later in this exact same date, sitting and chilling with monsoon. Though it's no better, but I believe I survived, all by myself, where I didn't have that hope to create my uncertain future anymore then, that I'm ambitious of creating this year, this time.💮

And all I loved, I loved alone.

~ Alone by Edgar Allan Poe