Biography
Use poetry as a healthy coping mechanism to describe my feelings, observations, interpretations and current state of mind.
Feeling Blue Today
It feels like doom and salt being rubbed into the shrapnel wounds of a broken heart It feels like that sinking feeling in your stomach, sinking further still, until your drowning in your own guilt and misery It feels like a heavy chest and gasping for air, each breath an attempt to regain some composure It feels like teary eyes, and that sting, the gulp, just before you cry It feels like no energy, not even for auto-pilot It feels like no care, not even if you lose it all It feels like no hope, not even when you're being assure it'll get better It feels like no life, but also not wanting to die. A life in purgatory, a death in life.
Turbulent Love Affair
I hate you, you’re a serpent. You’re suffocating! Draining me of life! I love you, you’re an angel. Lifting me to my highest heights.. Get away from me, you liar! I know your intentions, you’re not fooling me! Come here, my hero. You’ll protect me from every wrong there will ever be. Your touch make me nauseous; the neediness makes me sick I fantasize about your body, lips, eyes, smell and kiss You’re ugly, you’re nothing. You’re not good enough, you’re a joke You’re beautiful, my everything. The best ever bloke
My Interpretation
When it is selfishness and greed, it is not love. For love, is the want, the need to give your all and everything to someone else; even if it means going with out yourself. When it is harsh words and actions, it is not love. For love, is never wanting to see the one your heart beats for in pain and suffering. When it is shaming, using and destroying, it is not love. For love, builds, nourishes and protects. When it is love, it is the purest form of giving without expectation, because their happiness is your happiness and their love is your love. (When it is love, you are not forced to compromise self- respect, self-value, and own self-love.) It is always having time, it is always having the patience, it is the need to succeed and the fight, the urge to make it through the darkest days. It is the obstacles, the mosaics, the whirl-winds, tornadoes, volcanoes and thunder-storms. The building, collapsing and trying again. And again. It is more than four letters, more than a sound, more than a word and more than a feeling. It is a wholesome being. It is the essence, the truth, the reason. It is a ghost, a glue, a vibration. It is the beginning and the end. And it all begins and ends with love.
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