water falls down to the dry soil,
there’s time for you to grow - boy,
embrace the falling drop,
once it’s gone, the ground will again pop.
Masturbation is like a flavourless ice-cream,
You’re stil my wet dream.
Sometimes, placebo is what you want to do,
but first I’ll do you too.
If you look closely,
you see flaws,
they are see-through,
like a glass.
So, improve on your past,
as always it won’t last,
take responsibility,
rise up and aim low,
if you do, perhaps she won’t use the bow.
A: Look, he’s drowning. It’s not the first nor the last time he’s here doing the exact same thing.
B: You think? It’s not the same. It’s never the same.
A: I know what you mean but hear me out. It’s still the same and it’s still scary for him. Conditions might have changed but he’s not aware of it. And that’s not good. You know that and he must realize it, deep down. He needs to face it, not run from it, not do the same mistakes, learn, adapt, overcome, believe. He needs to say sorry, you’re not a winner.
B: If only it were so simple and easy. You of all people know how it goes. It’s so hard to embrace it when you’re scared. When you know you are afraid. When you know it’s not in your hands, when you can only believe, hope and wait. And even though you think you’re aware of your faulty actions and judgement - you’re blind. Fear made you blind.
A: He should remember. He should remember that fear is not the way. Fear is never the way. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate leads to suffering. He knows that. So why he’s still clinging to the past if it’s different?
B: Nothing is easy. And neither of us can help him. The help must come from within him.
A: I… you’re right. If only it were easy to let go. Let go of everything. Learning never stops. Love must come with trust, otherwise, it’s no love. It’s a gamble but one that is worth it.
So afraid,
If only you knew,
It’s not because of you.
So afraid,
Of the jealousy in me,
And that is slowly killing ‘we’.
Emotions are like a flower,
they bend to the will of the wind,
no wonder you’ve sinned.
Music gives rhythm to your heart,
you should know that, you’re smart,
when it rains, you know what happens.
You could control the weather,
maybe you thought; never.
But the power is within your reach,
too scared to grab and force it,
even though you want it,
put those letters together,
make them stay forever.
Be proud of your magic,
nothing is tragic.
a blank space is scary,
staring coldly and waiting,
it wants to be filled and full,
and I’m afraid I’ll look like a fool.
The chaos can’t wait,
to settle in their lives,
telling haunting, endless lies.
The quiet peace is fragile,
and the herd must be agile.
Tree’s roots run deep,
well established in its keep.
The herd doesn’t stand put,
starve they would.
And so again they go,
hoping to avoid a crow.
Looking for a cooling shadow,
crossing a dangerous vast meadow.
Uncertain is their path,
hoping it won’t end in a bloodbath.
Feather in the wind,
gently swings.
Drifts and falls,
and it doesn’t know,
that there is a low.
Crown is nowhere to be found,
out of reach.
It is down,
and just with words,
it won’t be found.
Struggle with the pattern,
keeps it turning.
So you can keep on going.
Purpose is your star,
- with it spar,
and embrace every scar.
I know my weakness, I know my voice,
sanity is leaving with a noise,
reality is heavy, everything seems deadly.
I’m going to win, but will I get out,
np, not without-
The only thing that disturbed the peaceful silence of the forest was his steps. He walked through the forest with precise movement. Gently avoiding awakening trees and searching for the clearest pathway. Fog from a morning dew was slowly disappearing and sunlight was coming to greet yellowish leaves. His eyes were evaluating, searching and with care, they were looking for fallen trees..
Hello there, again,
you were truly never gone,
waiting for my sins,
and broken things.
Every time I can’t go deep,
I fall down on my knees,
face front to the dirt,
how am I still not hurt?
I walk in circles,
those glorious ones,
which I’ve praised before,
at least once I should ignore.
Going in circles,
going nowhere,
can’t run from it, I got myself caught up,
maybe it’s time to cut it up.
When I crawl out of my past,
weak and beaten down.
There’s no pride or parade,
just one big charade.
My pride is at the bottom,
no, it’s not cotton.
Thorns and pain,
there’s no blood in my vein.
It’s not just past life,
don’t give me the knife.
There is a chance to end it,
no, I won’t have it!
Everything is so empty and vast,
I don’t want it to last,
please go away,
far away and don’t come back,
lone lion can’t fight the whole wolve’s pack.
He’ll try and he shall fail,
until the wolves bail.
The choice you have is hard,
I think I’ve been there once too,
it was a long time ago,
tough part.
Now the choice is yours, but that you already knew.
Struggle in life and dealing with problems,
it opens,
true values in life,
and you can see what’s a lie how you’re broken.
dark clouds,
deep lust thoughts,
water falls gently down,
warm air breaks winter’s crown
and spring now.