If I poem You in my Heart that will not be the real experience of the life
If I poem You as good as I am for You that will be just a lie a dream full of untrue blue
If I poem You as good as You are not for me everybody will thank me
and will I have all of your appreciation publicly made?
If I poem you as my " THE ONE " will that mean anything now in my real of the life ?
If I poem you as I felt You from the past will that bring anything good too in the now ?
If I poem everything good that You did and made will that be enough fair for the damage that You have brought at the very beginning of our "the meet " of an End.
If I poem You how I do sense You on my healing way will that make a difference and a huge change?
If I poem my forgiveness towards Your words full of haunting pain will that bring anything to the shadows of Your fame?
If I poem You truly as You really are behind the doors and in the public eye will that change the heart of so many people that wasted so much of their life to hang on You while being thrown by life? but It did help for a while
If I poem the truth about a human that acts inhuman will that change the way things are and people still do what they do? you accept or you die
If I choose just myself without blaming myself for being self-centered will You be proud of who I am for now
If I will choose to still heal who I always did heal will that even matter for You ?
If I will keep on understanding Your way will that move something in you and change the way You communicate?
About the Creator
Darkos
Human : painter, digital art maker, sound composer, poet, writer, qigong healer & trainer
Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis7 days ago in Humans
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Many questions asked in this one, hope you find all the answers my dear. I like your artistic cover pics,