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Somewhere between smiling and breaking down at any point.
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Somewhere between smiling and breaking down at any point.
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Two latter's, two name, to one person that is drained, that one thought there were two, but the truth, it was one who split themselves and made two.
One real, other is wise with no beard,
Real with eyes that wept to fate, to let him write his wish as his fate.
Other latter was sent, to that name, a different yet with same dream whet real wept to fate.
Real saw, wise saw, the ones who didn't saw was behind the vail, other was sitting while that person was resting.
Wise was a lie that once eaten the the fool/real, fool couldn't kill him because wise wasn't just a lie but the mask he wore. To walk to the upstairs where that one rested.
Oh that one didn't know, who was truly behind this wise. Third one didn't saw, who walked to the chamber of rest.
Real one has a flow, wise is the flow, third didn't saw how massive was the show. All latter was readed, words was pleaded.
Now fate laughs, real laugh but with pain with tears that made the sky feel ashamed. Wise is still there, thired remained behind the vail. Real one, the one who dared to dream now suffers from his own dream.
How bad would it be if one of these days I l just pack up and leave and not look back. Break all the promises I made. Forget everyone I loved and everyone that cared. How bad would it be if I left without another glance to spare. Forget my name, forget her face, forget every dream that was shattered by this place. wrap up the memory and leave them at the doorstep. Throw away all the responsibilities at some river bank. And just go. I just want togo. And if I do, will they want to stop me, hold me back? Do they see it hurts no matter wherever or whoever I look at. Do they know it's hurts to stay?
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Wind rushes past the trees as they bow towards a wrecked house. They shield the forest from the terrors once within, a mighty fence of bark. They rustle peacefully, never indicate the horrors they have seen, the devils they have blocked. As autumn falls, their leaves drift in the wind, crisp and bright, before falling to the ground, painting it orange. Their bare branches strong against the winds, mighty soldiers defending their home.
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Vigilante lovers are we; pharaohs in the desert lands of memory. Hear me now- light the pyres and let the doubts burn out. Bask in the false hope, awoken in the presence of unspoken.
#themanicpoet
If you want to be an ocean, be an ocean as you wish, vast and boundless. You don't need to be pond just because some can't see the other side or swim.
Some will fear the waves of your heart, some will doubt your tide of emotions, but never lose the depth of your soul. Just to stand where they can see you.
You faced many turns and ups-down for long time, but that never never turn water of your heart salty, it always remained sweet.
Oceans holds depth and so do you so be the ocean not the pond, bound to small land but the vast that carries boulders without letting anyone see.
Drought is part of the nature and so does the rain, it cames peacefully, reviving what you lost and reward you with better. You are the vast ocean, soul with depth, water that calms and heals but you too need it, so the times when sun drains, I know it's still you, just sometimes where you all need is you.
I sees you, not for the ocean where many heals, but for the wounded you once been, not as deeply as I think I may, but you are being seen by this admirer, who paints you in all of his dreams.
An old friend of mine asked me; "why inspired me to be an poet in the first moment?"
I just smiled and told him; "it was to convey beauty wrapped in pretty words"
But then another really close friend of mine suddenly patted my back and smiled at me, no word was spoken but everything was said. Because he knew the swarm of words I had was greater then the ribs cage I have, and nowhere those belonged, so my soul lead me to my pen.