heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Believe in Thee
Remember the times when we would yearn for certain things and beings to foster their being into our lives, where what we wanted was so far-fetched, dreams that we found so unfathomable to forge their breaths in our lives? It is wondrous and almost astonishing how existence in the most unimaginable ways, how we fathom that something we can never live without, life always turns out for the better when we let go of what no longer serves us, of what we can no longer control or any experience, person, entity or situation that we outgrow in our existential being.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Uncontrolled Descent
Your lies didn't shatter the world, it just rattled my bones. I don't blame you nor can I forgive you. I just want my peace and the ability to stay free. I didn't want to live in fabricated reality. Don't call me inferior when you were always the charlatan. You didn't realize how the deception kept making you uglier and uglier. I'm reminded of the past every day where you failed me constantly. I'm going to get it right eventually where you always got it wrong. I will keep trying despite you always derailing my locomotive. You tried to shoot my place out of the sky. You tried to dismantle my entire foundation into a sink hole of decimation. You used uncontrolled descent to execute loose ends. But espionage was never your strongest weapon. Your tactics were defeated. You couldn't make me any smaller than you already had. Reduced to a fraction of my original strength. I couldn't beg you anymore. I couldn't extract any ounce of progress, any fulfillment towards evolution. I couldn't sanctify you anymore. You fell of the roster of future saints. You cannot fill your vessel of sins any longer. No consecration to elevate you higher. No purification to exalt your frigid soul. Whatever your purpose is, it's not to disturb me anymore. Your holiness falls short of your celestial disgrace. Your relevancy is irrelevant. Go be the impostor in someone else's story. Mine is not yours to mimic. You have no say whatever I choose to become. It's time to disengage with your deception and begin my expansion. I can't squint anymore. What an abomination you allowed yourself to become. My tremendous height trumps your vain insignificance. You will remain undignified for all eternity
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
