the house is quiet

a prison with glorified walls

thoughts magnified

pacing the stairs

the creaking steps

looking out the window

waiting for an

unspecified return

of someone

who traces the line

between hate and love

if a spark loses to the darkness

did it ever even burn?

There’s ice in your eyes,

where there’s fire in mine,

But darling, ice can burn-

The sad thing about our story,

is that we end in mortal doom,

For every moment we’re together,

Turns our hearts into a tomb.

You melt for me, and I burn for you,

both of us withering away.

But at dawn we stand, forgotten pain,

to live another day.

I love you with my soul,

rather than my heart of fragile strings.

even though I run from our clandestine affairs,

I find peace in what they bring.

I stood in a gossamer gown,

your eyes tracing the fires of my eyes,

and as you knelt upon your knee,

I whispered, “Do you think that is wise?”

You said, “Darling you can destroy me,

for I was only ever yours to break,

My hands were meant for yours,

as we cross the frozen lake.”

Even in the utter chaos,

The only peace high up in foreign spires,

Can only be found with you, so-

I’m stepping into our raging fires.

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I strip you of your title

of your control

of your tyranny

over my life

im done

not with life

just with you

i was put here to do great things

and your arent one of them

i am better than you so

bye-bye depression

im ready to find the true me

the one you stuffed down

the one you muffled and hid

and now im blooming

like a flower

im better with you gone

Please don’t fall for the sweet nothings that men choose to whisper in your young ears. Instead look into their heart. Find the sincerity and integrity through their actions instead. Focus on that.

Never let anyone tell you you’re stupid. Because you are the wisest person I know. Leave the people behind who bring you sorrow and pain on a daily basis. I know its hard and it feels terrible because you have grown so intensely attached to them. But you must do it for the consequences shall be grave if you do not.

You must rebel, that is an order. Rebel against cruelty, against those who are hell bent on controlling you and molding you into something you’re not. Prove that you’re not made of clay. You are iron. I promise you will enjoy these wild years.

Follow your heart wherever life takes you. I promise whatever happens, happens for the best. You will hurt and you will cry at the unfairness of the world but remember, we will earn hell and heaven on this earth only. They will pay for what they have done to you.

Last but not least, be yourself. Let yourself go and flow freely into the world. Be natural. That is when you will feel the most peace.

You don’t deserve what has happened to you but you will rise and you will conquer. Be patient, keep your eyes on the prize and put in the work. You will be alright.

Yours Truly,

Your future self.

i close my eyes and see the colors-

red and blue and purple and green and orange and yellow and pink

blooming like flowers, petals extending

bleeding in the sky

washing into the rivers

swirling, combining, separating

and then my eyelashes flutter again

and i am left with

grey

This post is dedicated to all those who expect to spend Christmas alone this year.

Just remember - this too shall pass.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when we don’t have anyone to turn to. When we stare wistfully at others’ happy lives. When we wonder what we did wrong. Or try and correct what we think we did wrong - but in vain.

Just remember - this too shall pass.

There are people out there who like you. Or will like you. Some of them will be ships in the night, some will last for many nights and some maybe for all nights. But even if its only for one night, it will be a night to remember. Make sure you store those memories and bring them out this Christmas, to warm you through the holiday season.

Don’t envy those who seem to have plenty. Until you’ve lived in their shoes, you don’t know. Let them enjoy. There will come a time when you will too. Don’t let today spoil you for tomorrow.

Find something or things that make you happy. Keep yourself occupied. And know that there is a greater being than you who will watch over you this Christmas and keep you company when there’s none other so far. And remember – this too shall pass.

Remember the story of the optimist – he fell down twelve stories and at every storey he said ‘I’m alright so far’.

I´m okay

That is the lie I tell

I tell it to those who worry,

to those who love me

to those who care

but what if i drop that pretense

just for a day

and i finally tell them

that im not okay

that im struggling to find the good

in a world of dark

in a cold cruel unforgiving place

so here it is

Im not okay

i may never be

but that is okay