Though she doesn’t disclose what has lead to such. She remains in the present situation and avoids the past. There is no yearning for sweet old memories.
I still think about you every day My mind fills with thoughts of you You just can't stay away I'm probably far from your thoughts...
Ember tongues Breathing upon Magnanimous webs Inside a tattered heart Pyre fumes
There is a pulse— And what’s behind is no longer tangible.
I wake up and think I'm free, but your shadow follows me everywhere I go.
We are the refuse dump where others drop their shit We are unwanted fetus that refuses to be terminated Struggling is the momentum, which determines the moment And there is no future better than our survival.
I wonder do you miss me do you think about me have I crossed your mind
When dawn draws near And last night's falling star Has found a new home to sleep Hold back your pearly tears and sell your dreams at my door
Ang tulang ito ay nagawa upang magsimula muli sa matagal ko ng inawanang sining. Ito nga ay ang pagsusulat ng Tula.
Never have I known how it feels to be in a place with so much fragility, that the invasive scent of whatever porridge they decide to serve every morning is what it means to get saved another day.
I’m not asking for permission, Acceptance is my mission. I can’t be wholly happy If I know I have hurt anybody.
Personal Format To find or lose yourself simply format or align your life to another’s path. To confuse yourself simply right or left align conducts to expectations’ math. Failure is justifying yourself amidst a hurtful decline. Why feed fire another…