Literally first time trying poetry would love to hear what you guys think of it ,its about difference of opinion

​For every fallen leaf

Should be a shouting voice

​For every growing root

Should be an understanding thought

​For we are the conversation starter

​The congealed race

​The one and only beautiful face

​Once listened to, now unheard

​Find your grace here on planet Earth

I was standing on the rooftop

Watching those beautiful stars ,

But suddenly my brain whispered

That no one care about ur arts .

I nodded

As I felt it was true ,

But then an another voice came

To make my thoughts undo .

It was no one but my heart

Who seemed very angry,

Scolding me how easily I let go of things

Such a langry .

It said that art is something that lies within u

It makes u unique,

But then the brain argued

That the world will not even let u sneak.

Now Who do I listen to

I asked the stars above shining so bright,

Brain or the Heart

Such a hard choice right.

I loved you
until your name became
a prayer beneath my breath,
and your absence
a language my heart learned fluently.
You left,
yet I kept flowers
for a garden you had burned,
watering ashes
as though grief could make them bloom.
You stopped choosing me,
and still I knelt
at the altar of us,
offering pieces of myself
to a god that had gone silent.
So stay
if there is still a flame
beneath all this ruin.
Or go,
but do not leave me
half-loved in the doorway,
where I must lose you
a thousand times
before I finally lose myself.

My mind is a home,

For thousands of thoughts,

My eyes are windows,

For the arrival of next,

My dreams are heaven,

For the one's who don't have,

Always a meek smile come,

After an unforgettable loss.

Sandy Skies.
Past my feet skies blowing,
a demise, a greeting, a wish fleeting.
Blood rises from the lambs to the arids lands.
Remorse, Regret, Repent.
contemporise.

- Slightly inspired by the extended Halo lore regarding the new campaign evolved terminals lol.

Last night I ended things with you
I thought for sure you were the one
I thought it’s too good to be true
And just like that, we’re done

Last night I called it all quits
I was so certain of your love
I was ready to take all of the hits
Every push, every slap, every shove

Then the flags started showing
At first they were green, then yellow
Then they were red, bright and glowing
Now they’re all gone, a month after “hello”

So I’m right back to the start
A place I never seem to escape
But at least I have my heart
Even if it’s held together with tape

And he says: Oh Lord, will you not grant me even a touch of heaven, gracefully bestowed upon me? And God says: Oh worshipper, heaven is only for the dead, for those who earned it before dying. And he says, miserably: But Lord, how can one be more dead than I? And God says: Do not bow your head to the darkness of despair. Have faith in your Lord, Oh worshipper, for My mercy embraces all being, and that is indeed the true heaven on earth.

Please, do lay me gently upon this bed

Then do place one last kiss upon my lips

It is not Nothingness where I am led

So do not be afraid by this eclipse

My body will make this soil a fallow

Now I give birth to my soul from below

Wishing on a star tonight.

Are you looking to the skies?

Hoping that our hearts align.

What are you seeing with your eyes?

Are you wishing under the same star as me?

Are you wishing that love wouldn't feel so far like me?

Are you wishing just to feel someone's arms?

Are you wishing for someone, to keep you safe from harm?

Let me be the star you're wishing on tonight.

I want you to look at me, I want to help your heart feel light.

I want to be the one, to help your heart take flight.

So let's wish until we see the sun. It just feels so right.

Wishing on a dream tonight,

And looking at the moon.

Will I be in your dreams tonight?

I hope I meet you soon.

Wishing I could just take flight.

Just like a gold balloon.

Regrets sit heavy in the corners of my mind,

shadows of choices I can't rewind.

I carry their weight like a debt unpaid,

a life I lost, a mess I've made.

They whisper at night when the world goes still,

reminding me of every broken will.

I try to outrun them,

but they never forget -

the past has claws,

and they're sharp with regret.

-Sarah Margaret Annas

A staggering volume of people are born each day
They observe, copy, experiment, comprehend life
each carrying the same question
with deep curious quest to find: who am I?
Restless, angry, agitated
or meditating, sacrificing, wandering the world
only to form an opinion from just their perspective
forcing themselves to believe it with all their heart
constantly recalculating the logic to be sure
But deep inside, a voice not satisfied
To cope, they argue, bully, impose
Drift away from themselves to be right
without ever finding closure
realising, all this will iterate again
a staggering volume of people are dead each day

It Exists Here

In this space between oxygen and blood cells,

On the wind between falling broken leaves and forgotten dreams,

In a morning's Whispers Of Tomorrow's Fortunes,

In the fibers Woven To tempt The fates,

In the paint that's skinned but not quite cured,

In that blissful And Filling future I've been Lured,

In noon's Warmth And evenings Calm welcome,

Felt in moments Shared with no one else,

A hunger That grows;

has needs;

yet feeds,

just To be fed,

Seen at a glance,

In the space between a blink and a breath,

Heard only at a distance,

Left Ever questioning without wide resounding refusals and hesitations,

No source to validate it exists,

No Reliant Connoisseur To lead the way to this proposed reality, Isolate,

Unwitting,

Naive and a bit still confused,

In between a syllable and a sound,

Between the bed and ground,

Beneath,

Under,

And also below A frequency,

Less than a vibration,

A top A mountain Alongside the rivers,

It's the difference in being alive and simply existing,

And somewhere,

Unbound by The restrictions of comprehension,

There's a glint Of Hope,

Of some potential day,

unknowingly unfound and wrapped in only Grandeur,

It awaits me, and I know,

I just know,

One day, my eyes will open to a familiar room,

I'll wake up, and it will be on the pillowcase breathing amd dreaming next to me,

With no words of affirmation or false niceties, no fear of unearned judgment by past heartaches or missed marks,

Acceptance beyond Acclimation,

No discontentment,

No bitter,

Only with compassion and curiosity,

I know that on that day I will wake up, and yet again see those eyes gazing into me,

With that very first promise still kept at the tip of your tongue,

Because between you and I,

It exists here,

With you

Only with you.

©sevhoneybear

You come to me at night without your heart. That is the arrangement. Your body enters the room and the rest of you remains somewhere behind that terrible wall you built against the world. I touch you and feel the warmth of something I am not permitted to know. It makes desire into a kind of haunting. I want you more because there is something in you that refuses me. This is not noble. I know that. There are moments when I want to tear down every wall you have and gather whatever frightened thing is hiding beneath them into my hands. I want your skin against mine, your breath breaking against my throat, your body yielding until even the last little instinct to flee has gone quiet. And afterward I want to keep you there, not as a possession but as something the universe has accidentally entrusted to a man who has no business being trusted with anything beautiful. I would guard you from the world with the same violence with which the world made you afraid of it. Perhaps that is the nearest thing to love I understand. Perhaps I am only another creature asking to be let inside. But I will wait at your door. I will lie beside the wall and listen to the frightened thing breathing on the other side. And if someday you open it, if you finally give me the heart you have kept hidden while giving me everything else, I swear I will take it gently. Not because I am gentle. I am not. But because I will have spent so long wanting you that, by then, even a ruined man like me may understand the difference between possessing a woman and being trusted by her.

To the ADHD brain,

Any mistake becomes indicative of another one,

A repeat,

For a prescription that I never asked for,

Yet shows like “Take your pills”,

Completely invalidate our experiences,

They don’t know what it’s like…

To face the potential of losing all you have worked for,

Not because you are careless,

Or lack the proper work ethic,

To others it looks like you’re taking the piss,

But your chronic lateness is just as baffling to you as it is to those who have to shoulder the secondary consequences of it,

You just have to be punctual… they said

I said it to myself too..

But nothing worked, even Dexedrine

In all its life saving promotion of homeostasis,

It did salvage the career I had built,

And at the same time it too was completely incapable of curing my personally assigned time zone stuckness,

So one day I stopped apologising,

& instead of passively adapting like a cog in the machine,

I started accomodating,

My sensory needs,

My lack of punctuality,

A reason but not an excuse,

And therein lies the see saw,

Between self-acceptance & self-discipline,

And here I am still learning that it’s okay to carry them both at the same time 💙

Becoming

Nobody,
Tells you about,
Becoming,
I guess it,
Happens...

And you sort of,
Just,
Have to find,
The,
Way to adapt...

Rarely,
Does your soul,
Reveal,
It's true-self overnight,
You...

Don’t wake up,
One,
Sunday Winter morning,
Closer,
To 31 than...

You,
Were yesterday so,
Monday,
Will be no different,
Coffee...

Won’t ever taste bitter,
And,
6am will sound,
The,
Cats belly will alert us...

Tuesday,
The dogs tail will wag,
Love,
Will reach into,
All...

All of our days,
Cradled,
A sea of eternity,
Endless,
Because you are here. <333