And that’s how we should deal with pain. Pain should change us for the better. Pain should make you hungry. Hungry to move onto better things so that you don’t have to feel the same way. It should be a catapult to launch us to greater heights. That’s why pain actually matters. Because it changes us. Every time you go through some form of emotional pain, some kind of emotional turmoil, remember the power you possess. The power of pain. Know that you posses one of the greatest weapons that mankind has ever known.… Read More Of pain and why it matters.
Tiny raindrops cascade down my glass window As the winds scatter the falling waters outside Trees shake in song The cold breeze sweeps across the street A squirrel runs in search of shelter; In the distance, lovers hold hands under an umbrella Unbothered by nature’s cries of joy Unbothered by the passing storm ‘blink’ then… Read More Life through a glass window
“Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil.”
It is very possible to treat someone with all the love and respect in the world, to be there for them, to treasure them and simply love them honestly, and still have them hate you and reject you. I honestly can’t get into the why, I guess that’s for you to think about and tell me.
colorful waters defy the laws of gravity then my life I recall, in black and white. Solomon.
I fell in love with who you used to be, Then I fell in with who you are. And I’ve fallen for the person you are trying to be. Sometimes I get lost, torn between these many versions of you But even in that vacuum, that myriad of emotions if you may, There is only… Read More Trinity
I found a strange comfort in my netherworld Screams so loud they numbed my hearing I embraced the darkness till I became its very nature I dined with the swines and Lucifer I had fallen, A price I had to pay for being worthless. A single bridge separates my netherworld from Nirvana And the road to it won’t be easy But my… Read More BRIDGE BETWEEN NETHERWORLD AND NIRVANA
When the spring rains fell And lovers danced in the fields I hoped I’d be brought out of my hell And let go of this protective shield So I did I went out dancing Hoped that the rains touched me Just like they did on everyone else So I waited. Oh, I waited It rained… Read More Dancing in the rain
Then my view changed, And my past was in sight But my future lay beyond the horizon, In the distance together with the setting sun. So I listened to the voices And wrote as they spoke. “Though you are broken as the ancient vases Though your past covered in shame in tears Though you may… Read More You Are
I’ll keep going Barefoot on broken glass and stone, I’ll keep running I’ll bleed bearing in mind that my race is yet to finish A race in which I’m my only competition And my track never straight with broken glass and thorns The hyenas and vultures of the sky will feast upon the tiny bits… Read More I’ll keep going
Sun set of Gold One with evening’s singing birds. They sing as if calling out night. Night hiding behind endless horizon. From where sunset of gold manifests. Her rays light up that side of sky. Sunset of red, reminds me I’m not dead. Scintillating rays bleed from the clouds In whose lines of silver I… Read More Sunset of red, Sunset of Gold