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Peace

I wanted to bring you home

Always thought you were gonna be here.

Life sure has cruel ways of turning the tables.

I am still gripping onto your last words.

Thinking it was all my fault.

I know ..I know that what's gonna be will be.

But never knew peace would be this cruel too

This world is a cruel play,

the characters cannot justify their actions

and we are caught up in this spectacle

Something new

It's been a year now,

I bow you a goodbye and turn around

I'm not going to lie that I don't miss you anymore

But, that is just something I've got to live with.

I take my steps towards something new.

I can still feel your blessings from afar

Something new that doesn't include you

Something new that you can't see or talk about anymore

That something new is hollow without you now

But that's just something I have got to live with.

I wish you were here for my something new

Peaceful mornings in Thailand

By @florisgone

Whale Shark Gliding Through Bioluminiscent Algae _ Mike Nulty

“You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.”

— Neil Gaiman

With every passing day, with people leaving.

I feel I've become less of a human everyday.

Will the elusive pigeon fly away ?

Fuck Pigeons by Felicia Chiao.

All the promises you made,

The lies you told,

the dreams you sold me,

I hope you are still somewhere in love with me.

That Needle

I lost you in the depths of winter a desperate flower seeking spring we both knew it was killing you yet neither one could do a thing Ever in hiding from your sorrow that needle took your pain away though only for a fleeting moment but damn the price you had to pay They said you were on the bridge then in the icy water you drowned dear god what were you looking for I only hope it was peace you found

One day I'll be in that city.

Breathing in the air and feeling the sun on my skin

Watching the sunsets on the shore

The trickling rivers and more.

Spilled ink

Her dark hair is falling over her naked shoulder and nape.

Spilling all over the white linen sheets like a writers mistake.

House Of Cards - Chapter 4 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1111788259-house-of-cards-chapter-4?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=kokokup&wp_originator=ziPVsc8lOS1IVX8XC8BabpVlwUH2jbDd9z9OVOyhHp8bj14brNVLpu4XV%2BmHnoONdBL2WyE03PBuyy9Td1GfhiOD6sAa%2B1HhHMggYfwXu7Ku%2Bq9PFikgEBE8hYc9gBSa What does fate have in mind? Bringing together three people trying to over come their pasts? This is the story of an estranged family. Running away from home, divorce, missing person's case from a country across the globe. How can one connect the dots and find their way back home? (Based in an imaginary country known as Lesotho)

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House Of Cards

What does fate have in mind? Bringing together three people trying to over come their pasts? This is the story of an es...

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Afternoon

Afternoon sun slithers in my room

peeking from the curtains, it brightens up the room.

Warm light floods the room as my eyes struggle to open from my slumber

The song is still playing on the loop as silence echoes in my mind

Rolling off the cushion, I stare at the light in my room

I struggle to be afloat in my drowning thoughts once again.

I gather myself and go on, repeating the life on the loop.

The afternoon sun fades as the night takes the charge

The song is once again on the loop

I'm once again asleep.

Wish

I whisper my wish to the starts above. 

I'm granted rains and wind. 

I whisper my wish to the sun 

I'm granted hot summer. 

I whisper my wish to moon. 

I'm granted clounds and snow. 

I whisper my wish to the people 

I'm granted pain and disgust. 

I whisper my wish to myself. 

I'm granted trust and strength. 

Rough edges

I'm made of rough edges.

Made from torn pages and scribbled papers

Made from broken glass glued together

I'm made up of things.

I'm built on the stones thrown at me

My garden is watered by my tears and blood.

So the next time you say that I've had it easy.

Remember this human is built back from scratch.

Things weren't handed to me.

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Dreams and You

--Dreams and You-- Hello all, I know it has been awhile since I wrote. You missed me? I hope you did (he-he). Because I missed you all, but

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Strangers

We are now nothing but strangers. With broken promises, unsaid words, lost love and forgotten dreams. We are now strangers with just spilled love and hate.

The night creeps slowly just like the wines of the grapes. It bares it's claws and I try to run. Unaware that it's a dead end.

Give me some time... to collect these scattered thoughts that lay on the floor just like the marbles that slipped my hand.

Give me some time to figure this out.

Hope

Watching the sunrise while I chase away the gossamer of the dreams from the night.

Sipping tea and chasing the time to sunset I hope

Hope a word that makes you do the impossible.

Hope a word that gives you the courage and crushes you.

Hope a blessing to the world as well as a curse.

I hope and hope and hope.

I hope the time slows down

I hope the world brightens up

I hope to see flowers bloom on my balcony

I hope to chase the small bits of happiness with my calloused hands.

I hope to dream of the oceans and the streets far away

Because that is the only thing I can do

As I fall into the depths of my slumber tonight

I hope to see you.

““Do you ever wonder why mortals seek love so fervently?” asks Hermes, filling his goblet with more of Dionysus’ best wine. Dionysus is thinking of Ariadne again as he smiles sadly, “They walk through life only two steps ahead of death. Imagine what it must be like to know you are finite. You would constantly seek the beauty of love too, if you knew you were doomed. If you knew how your book ends, wouldn’t you want to fill it with beautiful things like love, too?””

— Nikita Gill, Excerpts from Maidens, Myths and Monsters

Chair

I watch you read the newspapers and sipping your tea

Basking in the morning sun and little care.

You talk about nothing and everything

I see the shadow of the time as it creeps.

You sit on the chair and talk to the wind

I sit back and watch you.

You have slowed down and your voice is laboured

I watch you and sit back.

Your brown eyes and the greying hair test the time

I can now see the final line.

You have your back now hunched as you are giving a final bow

I can now only ponder.

You grow older with each passing minute

I am still frozen in the time

You sit there sipping tea on your chair

I can only say goodbye and take care.

Summer.

With the blue sfternoon skies

The red evening ones

Summer is here.

The clear night skies of twinkling stars

The warm breezes and the cool sodas

Summer is here.

The sounds of insects and of birds

The sounds of people going around

Summer is here.

The summer where you once again wait

The summer where you let go

The season of change

The season of the same old patterns

Night stars and the stories we share

The dawn comes and walls collapse

The summer of love is here.

GODDAMMIT WHY CAN I NOT JUST FALL IN LOVE AND STUDY WITH YOU IN A SUNLIT CORNER OF THE CAMPUS LIBRARY WHY CAN I NOT BUY U COFFEE WHY CAN I NOT PEPPER UR FACE IN KISSES WHY CAN WE NOT GAZE AT THE STARS AND TELL THE MOON SHE’S PRETTY WHAT THE FUCK

It's sad that we were each other's ALMOST..

Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.

Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you, It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you, It is not defeating yourself; is to help you free yourself from yourself, of me, of everything, is to lend you my breath, to seduce you without desires, or objectives, is to enjoy yourself.

Loving you is not reject your flaws; is to make me sensitive to them and make you sensitive to them, never expecting you to change them.

Loving you is not take refuge in your person; is to build a shelter together, with our own hands, where the whole world can fit.

Loving you is not wishing be the center of your life; is to drive you, If you let me, if I can do it, to the life of your center, without seeking rewards.

Loving you is not giving up to my dreams for you; is waking up from my dreams, with you, taken from your hand.

Loving you is not flattering you is not puffed up, It is not weakening you is not to get your attention, it is not confusing you; is to show you worth of your shadow, the wonder of your own light, is to help you live alert, is wanting you to fly while I look at you, absorbed, happy.

Loving you is not fearing you is not owning you, it is not guarding you, It is not watching over you; is hugging you warmly, is to open my door for you, is to observe you in full light, in total darkness, with the soul’s eyes.

Loving you is not just looking at you, smell you, or taste you; is looking with you at the same time anything, make me one with your smell, be part of you.

Loving you is not tell you that I love you, It’s not to think that I loved you that I will love you; is asking myself Yes I love you, is to feel it, leaving let it develop in me, without any need to tell you.

Loving you is not always be by your side, It is not always thinking of you It is not always dreaming of you; is to be available to you, is to be you, to become one with you, is to be aware of your dreams, and of mine with you, is to allow know me completely to the very center of my pain, and of my love.

Loving you is not look at you from above, or from below, from behind, from the front; is to cultivate a balance that again and again feel what happens for our common center.

Loving you is not projecting ideas about you is not idealizing yourself; is to see you from afar, from close, from within (from you), from outside, see you from beyond me.

Loving you is not loving you only when you love me, when you’re pretty when you smile at yourself, when you kiss me, when you caress me, when you walk gracefully, when you are calm, when you are happy; is to accept you whole As you are, always and everywhere, with simplicity, gladly.

Loving you is not writing you my love poems; is to be love when I write to you, and when not.

Loving you is not writing that I love you; is to share with you the best of me (love), no return, without horizon.

Ousía Poética ©

Amarte no es esperar algo de ti; es simplemente esperarte, en silencio, de noche y de día.

Amarte no es exigirte, no es obligarte, no es presionarte, no es convencerte, no es derrotarte; es ayudarte a liberarte de ti, de mí, de todo, es prestarte mi aliento, seducirte sin deseos, ni objetivos, es disfrutar de ti.

Amarte no es rechazar tus defectos; es hacerme sensible a ellos y hacerte sensible a ellos, sin esperar jamás que los cambies.

Amarte no es refugiarme en tu persona; es construir un refugio juntos, con nuestras propias manos, donde pueda caber el mundo entero.

Amarte no es desear ser el centro de tu vida; es conducirte, si tú me lo permites, si soy capaz de hacerlo, a la vida de tu centro, sin buscar recompensas.

Amarte no es renunciar a mis sueños por ti; es despertar de mis sueños, contigo, tomado de tu mano.

Amarte no es halagarte, no es envanecerte, no es debilitarte, no es llamar tu atención, no es confundirte; es mostrarte la valía de tu sombra, la maravilla de tu propia luz, es ayudarte a vivir alerta, es querer que vueles mientras te miro, absorto, dichoso.

Amarte no es temerte, no es poseerte, no es custodiarte, no es vigilarte; es abrazarte cálidamente, es abrirte mi puerta, es observarte a plena luz, en total oscuridad, con los ojos del alma.

Amarte no es sólo mirarte, olerte, o probarte; es mirar contigo a la vez cualquier cosa, hacerme uno con tu olor, formar parte de ti.

Amarte no es decirte que te amo, no es pensar que te amé, que te amaré; es preguntarme a mí mismo si te amo, es sentirlo, dejando que se desarrolle en mí, sin necesidad alguna de decírtelo.

Amarte no es estar siempre a tu lado, no es pensar siempre en ti, no es soñar siempre contigo; es estar disponible para ti, es ser tú, hacerme uno contigo, es ser consciente de tus sueños, y de los míos contigo, es permitir que me conozcas por entero hasta el mismo centro de mi dolor, y de mi amor.

Amarte no es mirarte desde arriba, o desde abajo, desde atrás, desde delante; es cultivar un equilibrio que una y otra vez sienta que pasa por nuestro centro común.

Amarte no es proyectar ideas sobre ti, no es idealizarte; es verte desde lejos, desde cerca, desde dentro (desde ti), desde fuera, verte desde más allá de mí.

Amarte no es quererte únicamente cuando me amas, cuando estás guapa, cuando te sonríes, cuando me besas, cuando me acaricias, cuando caminas con elegancia, cuando estás tranquila, cuando estás feliz; es aceptarte entera tal cual eres, siempre y en todo lugar, con sencillez, con alegría.

Amarte no es escribirte mis poemas de amor; es ser amor cuando te escribo, y cuando no.

Amarte no es escribir que te amo; es compartir contigo lo mejor de mí (el amor), sin vuelta atrás, sin horizonte.

Ousía Poética ©

Suddenly I thought of you today, just a simple passing thought of You. That's all

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