she got to realize time to time, that she was a granite. She was a person never seen anywhere on this planet at least not in the places she had been too.
I am losing my religion Only to find God.
i am losing the preacher man's address only to find the scripture's directions.
i am losing all hope only to find my life beautifully wovened from the start to end by God.
Losing and gaining, losing and gaining.
God, the divine architect of justice and fairness.
There are no miracles
without
the sadness of life.
For in sorrow, turmoil, and hopelessness,
God reveals Himself
most to those who trust in Him. Be strong in God.
The mothers
only pray
to get
Lawyers
Doctors
Presidents
and
Engineers
then
the world
stares on,
finding it hard
to give us all our daily havocs,
for the rest
of our lives.
Some are whores
and
gigolos
so you
marry them at
your own
risk
that when you
find them
extramarital
you know that
this was it,
the destiny thing.
hey, come on, there is nothing more blissful than crossing the bridge instead of jumping off of it.
Art by @kmcvisuals
You have hidden long enough, isn’t time to spill yourself ? Maybe to showcase the little you think you have. It might be huge. It might catch you by surprise. It might conquer us all.
Peonies on caskets. It's all yours. your wait your study. Engulf in your time and if it kills them you can as well send them condolence messages and lovely peonies to be put on there caskets.
Am being created in addiction. Driven by obsession’ tamed by love, blinded by free will. I live strictly by a dogma but a one I have set myself. I am obsessed I am addicted I am tamed …but I am free.
The kids want to be writers and painters, but by 22, as they pass car dealerships, watch movies with perfect, slim women, and step over men picking up scrap metal just to buy a cup of coffee, things change.
All they want now is to survive, to sit in cars with models from the movies they watched last night .
They choose that kind of win and it's understandable.
But it’s been hard to let them know that all I need now is not Lethargy, or Trazodone, or Sertraline.
I need a heart that can beat when mine is trembling, a face that can smile when mine is sad-locked, and a person who can accept that I am in a dangerous mood.
I will not survive. I will live.