a sheath of ice is covering the water
a sheath of ice oh an armor of iron
its Peace and quite above the surface
people giggling, playing shouting with rage
just inches below a person is dying
knocking with all shreds of force
to open this door
not afraid of death or darkness of prison
for death is mercy, dark can be friend
but loneliness claws at its dying flesh
the panic of having no witness of it's death
a little desire to feel warmth of their
and see a pair of eyes of air
is that too much to ask as a last wish?
The worst part of losing people to death is that as time passes their memories will faint, their faces will become blurry and all what'll be left of them in your heart is a void.
بے سوز دل بلند نگاہی کی موت ہے
اپنی تباہیوں کی دعا کر رہا ہوں میں
Revolution tastes.. oddly sweet
اے رب ہمارے ہمیں ظالموں کے ساتھ نہ کر۔
~ الاعراف
A smile which could rival the sun over the Scorches desert.
"There's nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world." he says softly
I tilt back, a question in my eyes.
"It's the only way I know how to exist," he says "In a world where there is so much to grieve and so little to take? I grieve nothing, I take everything."
I stare into his eyes for what feels like forever.
He leans into my ear. Lowers his voice. "Ignite, my love, Ignite."
🖤
"Hide your feelings, hide your fear, and most importantly, hide behind your facade. No one can know, Paedy. Trust no one and nothing but your instincts."
~ Powerless
Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I'm not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all.
WALLS
People can become suddenly unbearable
and we feel we have been
so
so
so
fed up with them
or perhaps we're fed up with ourselves
as if there was a container
in which we used to throw
all stray thoughts, unbearable talks
suffering dependency, fake relevancy
and now that container has been filled
no more place to buffer the rays
every word started ringing so hard
in the hall of brain in the heart of walls
and here start our patience crumbling
you stole my words
and spirit to write
all galons of facts
and fictious bites
you touched my soul
like a water pure
but i guess I was iron
getting ironically corrode
remain is haze of words;
clouds of thoughts
lightening of emotions
no drops of cures
no dance of rhythm
no perception's roars
like an empty drum
producing a noice so sour
She's dangerous, when she's hurt. ✨
I fell in that moment. Not fell in love. I just...fell. It was like if I'd been standing on the edge of a cliff my whole life, and finally after meeting him, I felt confident enough to jump. Because for the first time in my life I felt confident enough that I would not land. I would keep flying.
you're in the wind I'm in the water
قفس شناسائی
“Don’t forget these,” he says, holding up the knife and lacy strap.
“You’re not going unprotected.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,”
I murmur, enraptured by him. My heart clogs in
my throat when he lowers himself before me.
“What are you doing?” I breathe, watching his long fingers reach out and grab my ankle
“Placing the crown on my queen,” he croons.
“What do you mean?” I mumble distractedly,
“A crown symbolizes power. That’s what this knife is for you.”
I saw a dream of beautiful...raging, ocean
And when we come down the stars surrounding us suddenly look so dull and lifeless compared to the ones shining in her eyes.
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