Poetry
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If you are a poet and you didn't even know it
“The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived lives. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities. The artist who never makes art becomes cynical about those who do. The lover who never risked loving mocks romance. The thinker who never commits to a philosophy sneers at belief itself. And yet all of them suffer, because deep down they know the life they mock is the life they were meant to live
the body gets attached too.
people rarely talk about that part.
When she asked me “what’s your toxic trait?”
I think of
How do you explain a civilian that I want to consume and be consumed until there’s nothing left.
I’m possessive and I’m obsessive and when I care, I care with a reckless terrifying violence that usually ends with someone bleeding out…
I’m territorial and relentlessly needy and I will love you with a heavy suffocating desperation until the very oxygen in the room belongs to us or kill us.
It’s not healthy.
It’s a liability.
But it’s the only way I know how to love….
Curious
Curious is the one who seeks
The comfort of those who hide,
Under arms made of warmth
While we are left behind.
But on occasion
We are found—
Held tight,
Arms bracing our souls
Like roots holding trees.
We were not lost,
Just forgotten to some degree,
Helplessly, gracefully
Seeking curiosity.
May today become tomorrow,
For we seek what others lost:
A sound, a touch,
A piece of humanity.
Like glory, we climb;
Like birds, we fly—
Endlessly, endlessly,
Endlessly.
Yet we are still seeking,
Yet some still hide,
Yet the whispers never end.
Curious, be it so:
Held in arms and warmth—
Don’t hide
Find happiness within yourself,
because anything that depends on someone else
is often only temporary.
(Kejora.in.silence)
If we are separated, this heart will not last a lifetime. It will, it seems, but it won't. It won't feel like it after seeing her, but she's happy. I'm not happy, but it won't feel like it after seeing her. My heart hasn't yet figured out its destiny. I know your heart won't be able to stand up. Your stomach is too narrow for passion. It's a small pot, a tree won't grow in it. A heart so cruel it passed by closely. My heart won't feel like a plate after seeing her. I've engraved her beauty with passion, so the key It won't fit any wall except mine. Too much attention ruins relationships. If you start to fear too much, you won't be afraid.
The more genuine a person is,
the more disappointed they become by the world.
Rab sabka barabar hai lekin agar aapko lagta hai ke wo aapka thoda zyada hai toh
"Wo aapka thoda zyada hai"
….
God belongs to everyone equally, but if you feel He is a little more yours, then…
“He is a little more yours.”
I am new here
I don’t know how is this even works?