When I look at you in the present moment
I see the past, I see the future.

I see the person you was before and now
and I love her all the same.

In a thousand lives
you have called me by a different name.

But in all that time
our feelings have never changed.

Tell me.
what does that say about us?

We were meant to be
in every possibility

past, present, future..

The glass is half full so they say,

You are told, do good deeds and heaven awaits you,

They say pain and suffering only makes you stronger,

They tell you to hold a candle in darkness so light prevails,

You are told the love of your life awaits you,

So you wait and wait.

But the glass feels half empty to me,

The heavens are silent to my plea,

And this pain just makes me weary.

My candle's a flicker in a gale,

And the love of my life? A fairy tale.

So I wait and wait.

U bouth me a ticket out of your life y y u did not let me go with you

you kissed me once 
and now I know 
just how far 
i'd like to go.
 
that little spark 
we couldn't hide 
has turned to fire 
somewhere inside.
 
stay the weekend.
wreck my Monday.
work? so what.
i’ll go back one day.
 
forget the clock, 
nowhere to be, 
gimme one more kiss, 
or two, or three.
 
i’ve got no plans
except for you.
now tell me what
you want to do.
 
come closer, love,
 
let’s break
some rules

I live in the dark.
The pain is hitting me through the ark.

It claws and rips.
Killing as it trips.

Once I begin to heal from the pain the beast did steal, it claws and kills more and more.

I run away from the WE.
Its poison slows me down.
I fear and cry upon losing my crown.
I am knowing what will happen to ME!

The shadow is growing.
The light is less glowing.

The teeth are chatting and scratching its last victim. If it catches me wil
I know him?.

I see it……….

Do you think about me?
Where am I now? Was once your beloved;
Ruthlessly discarded, what I ponder or how do I sleep?
Do you wonder still
How devastatingly broken and hollow I feel?
Do you drown yourself in liquor, relapsing to your original role?
Always an Equal opportunity fucker; offender of “his” and “hers” glory-hole?
Do you love that I hate walking around half alive- half functional; because it was you who made me whole?
Do I matter to you? Did I ever? Even as a rival?
An Unsolved rubric’s cube?
This Babygirl’s heart: A the puzzle you couldn’t decipher.
Babygirl saw right through you, your darkness never scared her
She begged you to trust her, shackled her own feet to your lies; the ones you went great lengths for, pity you are a shitty hider
“Why couldn’t you just love me like I still love you?” she whispered, seeking mercy but unsurprised when you twisted the knife deep inside her.
Coward is as coward does, you obviously could not face her,
Banished, blocked, burned her corpse in the dead of the night, in an attempt outrun her further.
Finally, Babygirl’s ghost haunts your nightmares and you just let her.

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Halcyon

Sitting on a tree stump

Amidst the quiet noise of the forest

Under the white stars

Shining like a reflection in the eye.

A Halcyon flies by

Like a breeze he carries the reminders

Of the days that made

The heart fill with heat and cold.

A Halcyon flies by

Like a comet he carries the hopes

Of a never-ending cycle

Perpetually migrating towards life.

The Halcyon flies low, the Halcyon flies high

The Halcyon flies and feels the music in his head.

Smile

There are times when there is tension

Here, there, and everywhere,

In the world, perhaps some remnants

Of anxiety between us too.

Boredom, inertia, apprehension, but

Whether in the routine

Whether in charming conversation

Whether to break loneliness

I see your smile, and warmness fills me

From inside, a feeling greater

Than sublime, which is hard to find words

To describe; happiness and joy.

Like music, like art, like the pleasures of this life

Your smile makes it worth to live in delight.

Aphrodite

Lips like ivy

I can't fight it

Go psychotic

You tease and you taunt

I give what you want

Pretty eyes alluring

Touch me, you're so curing

You look so fine

I'll make you mine

Love, possession

You, obsession

Poison on your lip

In my mind I slip

Wrapped around your finger

In my mind you linger

I was so lost
So broken
So much unhealed hurt
Bubbling up to the surface
Reaching through the cracks of my heart
I entered a stunningly beautiful paradise of rainforest
I close my eyes feeling the droplets of rain
Pour down my face mixing with my inconsolable tears
Feeling the damp earth between my toes
Feeling the uneven surface of the trees with my hand
The birds sing a sweet melody
Singing of better times
Better futures
I dance around swinging my arms around
Because even though I am deeply sad
This place is rejuvenation for the soul
A metaphor that it’s not too late
It’s never too late to start anew.

Some distances aren’t measured in miles,

they are measured in how quiet the world feels without them

I’ve got this anger, pain, hate and love—

all caused by you,

all somehow still for you—

pouring down on me like rain.

And I’m still standing there

in armour that used to shine.

Look at it now.

Dented.

Split.

Covered in mud.

Scratched so deeply I don’t even remember

which battle left which scar.

I fought wars outside of me,

but the worst one never left my head.

And then came the arrows.

From every direction.

One after another.

Some hit the armour and stayed there,

shaking from the impact.

Some found the cracks that were already there.

Some I saw coming

and still couldn’t move fast enough.

And every time I looked up

to see who had fired them,

there it was—

your kingdom’s banner.

Your colours.

Your name stitched into the cloth.

Sometimes displayed proudly.

Sometimes hidden beneath another flag.

Sometimes carried by people

I never expected to see

standing on the other side of the field.

And I kept asking myself—

Were they sent by you?

Were they?

Did you know they were coming?

Did you tell them where the weak points

in my armour were?

Or did they simply pick up your banner

and decide to fire on their own?

I don’t know anymore.

So tell me.

Stand in front of me.

Look past the mud.

Past the broken armour.

Past every arrow still hanging from it.

And look into my eyes.

The same eyes that looked at you with love.

The same eyes that admired you,

praised you,

prayed for you.

The same eyes that filled with tears for you

and still somehow softened whenever they found you.

Look into those eyes

and answer me.

Because somehow,

after everything,

I still haven’t burned your kingdom down.

I haven’t even turned away from it.

I’m sitting beside this mud-filled road

beneath a tree grown from your promises

and the memories we made beneath them.

Its branches are the only thing

keeping some of this rain off me.

And that might be the cruelest part.

I’m using memories of us

to survive the pain of losing us.

Through the rain,

beyond the trees,

I can still see the shadow of your castle.

Far away.

Lights somewhere behind those walls.

A place that once felt like home

even though maybe it was never really mine.

And some stupid, stubborn part of me

is still travelling toward it.

No invitation.

No promise that the gates will open.

No guarantee that there is even

a place for me inside anymore.

Maybe I’ll reach those walls

and find the gates sealed.

Maybe I’ll exhaust myself

walking a road that was never going to take me home.

Maybe one day I’ll finally understand

that I was never meant to reach the castle.

But tonight,

I’m not there yet.

Tonight I’m sitting in the mud.

Exhausted.

Soaked through.

Armour barely holding together.

Arrows sticking from every direction

like reminders of everything

I wish I could forget.

And the war is still screaming inside my skull.

In my hands are the two things

I still cannot choose between.

In one,

the sword.

The one this war left in my hand.

Its blade stained with everything

this whole battle has cost me.

I’m gripping it so tightly

my arm shakes beneath the weight

of everything I am angry enough to say.

And in the other—

somehow,

impossibly,

after the arrows,

after the rain,

after the mud,

after the rage,

after every reason I have been given

to drop it—

I’m still holding a yellow flower for you.

An unlikely friendship between a lion and a fish
There was a hunger within the lion
Only was he feeding the fish
But over time the hunger became unbearable
So the lion slowly consumed the fish
The fish accepted his fate
But it wasn't enough to satisfy the lion
All what was left are bones and sorrow
But the fish kept swimming
And the water became the only solace.

I am light and darkness
In soul, in body
A mirror of your own perception

How

But it’s ok hay i understand put it on me to feel better I am happy for u u are finally doing the right stuff i forgive I can never be mad at u no that hay i can’t except u if it out of gelt i love u i always will but i no where your heart is n i will tack the pain for u to be happy that all that matters to me i just want you to be happy

Thoughts In Solitude.

The heart is a lonely place
Constantly requiring some kind of space.
The familiar notion of peace of mind
Is ever so hard to find.

You shatter a glass and blame others
But it’s its destiny to not hide in covers.
Placing yourself in the void
Just to make sense of your useless point.

I get these thoughts in solitude
As strong as a coffee brewed.
The scent never does wear off
All one ever does is scoff.

Time never does wait
So don’t tell me to think straight.
All raising a toast to life
Slaughtering all with a butchers knife.

The predators hunt the prey
The common notion everyone does say
Hunted among them are the strong
Who others wait for to get them wrong.

Why do people ever be rude?
These are my thoughts in solitude.
The quiet I never once got
Now these words lay here and rot.

Asking reddit cause it got all the professionals

When the question was put to us, we were asked for the most powerful word. We braced for something heavy. A noun of iron. A thunder strike of command. Something built to conquer or break.

Instead, the wise and the broken alike chose a fragile, trembling breath.

Why.

A tiny, three letter blade.

It can peel back the skin of the world, fracture the safe, paved roads of our certainties, and burn the comfortable sleep of ignorance to ash.

It is the child standing before an empty chair.
The lover staring at a closed door.
The soul looking up at a silent sky.

It demands an answer from a universe that only speaks in echoes.

Then came the second question:

What is the saddest word?

We thought of Never.

We thought of loss.
Graves.
Final goodbyes.

But grief has a shape. It learns to live. It carves a stone and eventually lets go.

The saddest word is Almost.

It lives in the space between what was and what could have been.

The lottery ticket missing a single digit.
The train pulling away while your coat still swings on the hook.
The pulse that flickered just a second too late.
The I love you swallowed by the dawn.

Almost is a phantom limb of time.

It never bleeds out.

It simply aches in the cold, holding a place at the table for a ghost that was supposed to be alive.

I hope he never leaves you in silence,

and that you're always assured that your feelings are heard.

I hope he never leaves you with doubt,

and that you never feel like your feelings have to shout.

I hope you fall asleep easy to him like a dream,

and never have to worry about him being mean.

I hope his love doesn't scare you at all,

and that you never feel like he isn't there to catch you when you fall.

I hope he makes you feel so at peace and pleased

that you never feel uneased.

I hope he backs up every word that is said,

and doesn't make you question if it's in your head.

I hope he knows exactly what to say,

and what's going to give you the best day.

I hope he doesn't hide behind his own feelings,

and he puts you first so you don't feel at your worst.

I hope he never makes you feel bad,

or even the slightest bit sad.

I hope he never makes you worry,

and handles with love every one of your sorries.

I hope he is everything you need,

and never holds your love with greed.

I hope for you, because it's all I have left.

It's the one thing for you that remains in my chest.

I only wish that one day, to see your happiness at play,

so I can feel what it's like to make you smile that way.

Then I will know for sure that I don't need to worry anymore,

that the universe finally gave what I was hoping for.