Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
To be scared is a under statement,
That fear no longer dwindles in my bones ,
Tumblr has taught me ,
Friends are just ghosts , or empty egg shells.
Strangers have more empathy then the man next door,
I was just a fool ,
all along , playing to the devils own dirty tune .
Emotions that ran high ,
Words that didn’t make much sense ,
To a soul opened my eyes
By just a few tiny words.
I realise now ,
it is not, who is here to pick up the phone
It’s the ones who are in the dark
But yet take the time to pass your name in there own daily thoughts.
Yet I’ve done nothing for them, yet there speak of me so kindly.
In this world that’s distracted by so much colour,
Them bright doors don’t hold the key to this earths heavens,
It is the doors that are hid in the darkest shadows,
waiting for someone to find them, to help them flourish.
So Don’t go looking for the brightest light ,
Search for the darkest gate
that’s where we will find all things beautiful in
such a dark cold world,
that’s flourished with colour To distract us ,
from the true treasures of this world .
@trueemotions91
@tammyfeabakker
When everyone else is no longer there .
You see , the sun smiles on a sunny day
But hides when the clouds come to play ,
That’s just how it goes
But one thing I know
Is ,it always comes and goes,
It never stays in the same place
Because we don’t move at a snail pace ,
You see , you just have to watch the space
To open the gates ,
To all the things you misplaced
it will then ,all fall into place .
Just don’t hide from the same game
That’s got you playing in a hoop
Coz the game we play , ain’t a loop
We go high, we go low,
We go from side to side
But we never stay still
We keep climbing that hill
Coz it don’t matter about the pills
Or the window sill
You sat on for so long ,
Waiting for Them To sing you a song
As long as you keep moving along .
Then it don’t matter if no one is there
You can do it all alone .
@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!!!
Come see what I see
Twisted deformed faces in front of me
Crazy they call me
But these fuckers clearly can’t see
Like sheep in a line, all gawping when I open my mind
Don’t believe me when I say
It’s the most powerful thing about me
Trust me when I say it
Ain’t no delusion
I have to fight the beast everyday
You , you are nothing
Compared to this fucker
I cant escape it , not even run from it
Stuck with it till I die
Can you see ?
You , you are nothing to me.
Human like me
But I don’t use my fist to win this fight
My brain is always right
So no escaping me
Because once I get in
They ain’t no getting out
I cant escape me
Even the devil don’t want in this game .
A monster in disguise ,
A gift from god
Who knows what it’s called
Electric powers me
The Voltage erupts
Causing me a rage
With a mind full of volts
That turn into words
Them words turn into ideas
And the whole world spins .
Still makes no sense
Still can’t understand
Nor can I , so join the clan .
@trueemotions91
By Petrawritesstuff
What happens when the lights turn off?
And the house grows silent?
When the music you left playing is drowned out by emptiness?
Who is left to see the paintings on the wall?
And the frays on the mattress?
And the books that we left unturned?
Who exists in this chasm of a place?
Who can find shelter in something this cold?
Who can live in this vacancy of a home?
Unless someone turns the lights on