I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
Turn left, Turn right. I live by your command. It’s almost too easy. Turn left. Turn right. I began to think about us.
By Mihaela Vasileva4 years ago in Poets
Are we all here for the same reasons? Maybe there are different meanings, Different sounds, Different rythyms. Say your farewells soon.
I imagine myself, In a space away from here. Maybe I'm stuck in the void, Some place between warmth and cold. The place where you feel everything and suddenly,
Like a pigeon I must fly From one messenger to the next. My wings graze the skies, My breath The beating of my heart
Here's a river, I release for you. Its waters are calm, Its movements, Fluid. I don't recall the last time I gave one
Anger is a funny word, You use it to taunt, You use it to hurt. You use it, And yet you’re the one who says Is misunderstood.
This is how I stand. With my back straight, And justice held in my hand. I dare not move past my limit. I dare not say that my duty
What I lack, I make up for in silence. The people, the anger, the hate and The violence. I limit the days, and my hours in this quiet space.
I stand on this earth. I walk through the grass, But I simply listen, I just Let it pass. I wade through the water.
I fell. I’m sorry. I’ve always been the clumsy type. I don’t really know where I’m going half the time. I should know these things, the ways I mean.
Open your eyes, So you can see, All the beautiful things. But it’s okay to skip me. Open your heart, So you can feel.
I cannot love what I cannot hold, My heart is too heavy, Heavy like gold. I cannot keep what I have not sold My hand lost its grip