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 "I killed a flower for you, the other day  it was a magnolia  and its only crime was its beauty"  I say to her as I put the flowers on the bed of her grave  "and it got me wondering if  beauty was the reason you got plucked so early in the seasons  did the gods fear the summer would be too harsh for your delicate petals? or the winter brutal on your roots?"  I pull a single dandelion that's peaking though the concrete by my side and I add it to the bouquet of the other flowers I've killed to make her shrine  " oh don't you worry it would've just ended up a yellow smudge under someone's shoes  you see, it grew in a crack in the pavement  a by-walker would've stepped on it by accident  and it got me wondering again if your beauty was the reason for your absence if your fairness was what made the gods deem this world unfit to host your essence , if it's ,indeed, the light in you that made them go to such lengths  can the gods be kind a

 A weary traveler that i am All the dirt on my feet, I can't help but carry All the path i have walked, I can't help but leave To make a home out of your mind, Don't ask that of me For a weary traveler, i am  Unknown, home will always be -Edema Ruh-

 A lonely star, And its lonely moon. Cursed forever, By a lifeless boon. The star wanted to share, His pain, his sorrow. The old moon was afraid, If he would live tomorrow. They have been sharing, A bond profound. They scream, they cry, But make no sound. Then comes the day, The Sun shines high. The star and its moon, Lost, in a corner of the sky...

 Of the best and the first, These words won't be.  Of the sweet and the plump, These words won't be.  A perfume, an incense,  These words won't be. Capabel to appease, This words won't be. But, If not for you,  These words wouldn't be. -Cain's offering-

 BARRICADES❗️❗️🚷 Gently but forcefully, I crawled through the dark The walls tends to hug each other entrapping me 'Help!!',  I cried out but the barricades bounce back my words into my ears 'Crawl, keep going',  a voice out of nowhere spoke to my soul Thundering footsteps with sad voices kept echoing in the dark yet no vision of a soul My space continued getting smaller, increasing my fears 'Where am I?, what should I do?' I asked rhetorically as I struggled through "Look!!, the clouds has unfolded its wings for a warm hug The sun has its beautiful smile on it it greets and welcomes you" I heard myself saying this and joyously crawling out of my cage:  Out of the psychological prison I am now, a free man I am,  from the from grips of the psychological barricades Majestically I walk into the better tomorrow I dreamt of .  #psychological_diaries

♡•Untold love•♡ I fell in love, I fell in love with you I told you how I felt and rejection is what I got.  How am I feeling? Truth to be told, I still have little hope left....ummm...no no not just little hope, I've got bigger hopes. You say you don't feel the same, but that's not what your eyes tell me... The way you look at me, makes my heart skip a beat The way you touch me, makes my body shiver Those little sweet talks, gives me butterflies  Everything you do, drives me crazy and only makes me fall in love more and more. So now tell me, do you not feel anything at all for me?  Tell me why did you reject me? If you don't feel the same then why act so differently around me? I still remember that day, when you rejected me; your eyes teary as they dropped to your gorgeous face...you looked at me for a while, then you kissed me desperately...I melted in your kiss, but before I could ever kiss you back, you were gone. And I haven't seen nor heard from you ever since,

I watched her galactic eyes, Drowning in a pool of watery tears, And with every passing moment, Her eyes kept screaming fear. As the flood continued to rise, Breathless, Immobilised, She let herself drown so deep, Ocean deep in her own mistakes. As she sunk, She has never remembered to breathe, And as she sunk, She has forgotten how to keep herself alive.

 I saw a litttle girl in the mirror her cold gaze locked mine unable to discern any emotions emanated when I glance her hands  which is holding a crimson box she seems trying to give it to me I seem to take it when suddenly a cascade of blood  flowing through down my hands when I look up I saw her deadly eyes  dripping with blood Eyes that lost its spark I could my hairs of my skin stood I dont know if I should keep that box or not When I was about to ask her there's no trace or a sight of her only left a mirror that shows my own reflection with a fearful look in my face I look the box again if I should open or not but I opened it anyways A beating torned heart revealed and everything disappeared that's the time I woke up from a dream that I thought  just a dream

 A GROWN MANS PRAYER  Yesterday is the one step back I can not take  I just have to own my ground and pray to God there's no grenade  As for my mistakes, I hope life becomes the kind teacher that corrects and not the unkind that punishes, Let my apologies be bandages to the scars formed by my words that left unrestrained  Those scars take the shortest time to form and the longest time to heal "I'm sorry". Today ,Let my ego be a weaker demon than yesterday's  let me lay on this bed with a clearer conscience Let me see myself in the mirror and not be so disappointed  Let my thoughts be sanctified and my actions noble  Tomorrow, let me be my mother's child and my father's son  let me wake up a better man. ~Anonymous~

 DEATHBED CONFESSION "My biggest regret," he says,  "Is trying to clean with dirty hands, A futile task  Being a blind man is better than being a man who chooses not to see  I was that man  I have no one to apologize to but my younger self  When modesty drowned in the sea of arrogance  I did the most injustice  And if I could turn back time  I would stop myself from falling into the trap of flashy nothingness. Life was good to me but I didn't deserve it  Like a one sided love  Like an unfair bonus  You see my worst pain was self-inflicted  There was no one to run away from no one to run away to  The battle from within  Had multiple casualties and no evidence  I was the hero and the villain  But the antagonist in me was too strong.  There's something about your deathbed  It's the only material not materialistic  A piercing image into your past  Into your soul  My father told me the same thing And his father to him But he didn't listen  And neither did I  B

 Buffing It Up     Love comes as a spark, at least for me, and that spark needs to be captured, or else like an uncared for flame, it will eventually die out. Love has a big appetite for attention, repetition, and belief, and if you serve love with a combo of these meals, you may become love's favorite chef of all time.      Attention is the carbohydrate for love, as it gives it energy to survive on. If you don't give attention to something you love, you can count on love dying. And if it doesn't die, it's worse (arguments, depression, excessive need for space, so on).     Repetition is the protein; it is the building block; it is when you repeatedly give attention to something you love that you will understand it deeper and deeper, and love it as much.      The mineral of love is belief: believing in the repetitive attention you give to something you love will feed you back everything you truly need. This belief keeps love healthy; it's a very important diet, if no

 *Dreams laid on fallacies* There is love and there’s a dream, reality steps in and, lays a distinction between the two. We count the stars and we assume there’s some light to see, we live by false hopes that, we were meant for each other, but every time we quarreled, I knew there was love and there was you. Our dreams led us on blindly, we followed closely. We thought it was love,I thought so too. I didn’t feel much braver till the day I backed out, I realized how weak I became, for believing this dream; our dream. And we? We never existed, We never existed. It was all a dream, a dream we feared to wake up from. And just when reality stepped in, I realized we were the dark between the stars we counted. And we? We never existed. ~The Concerned

 Have you ever seen a man battling a god? Futile efforts are all that can be expended by the mortal for he stands weak and despicable, he will suffer blow after blow by the immortal adversary until either  1. His soul breaks  2. His Body breaks So tell me, what choice do I have but to be engulfed by the wrath my goddess unleashes upon me? What choice am I faced with except to suffer in silence? I tried appeasing her with the subtle instruments of love but she’s adamant. Immovable. Rigid I’ll have to learn to live with pain then. For this battle will surely last for eternity - Me, Confessions waiting to be said

 ║Abyss of Melancholy║ Everything looks simple,  yet hard to do. The sky is awake  and her world still in blue. After six months of breaking up, she was still feeling empty. It was only an ldr,  so things won't go well that easily. Everyone says, 'you'll get over it soon,' Does anyone know that no one could understand her? There's nothing she could do, but let her drown her thoughts alone. This is a story 'bout a broken girl With her pens up, writing her own world for an escape from reality. Depression took over, a hint of despondency–drowning through her melancholic thoughts. There's nothing she could stop it. As she wish she could make a change. So, she walks the world alone. Alone. Time moves by, every day  seems the same. Whenever she tried her best  just to make things right  but things are cruel; to intend her the wrong ones. People are dying, almost everyday. She wished she could help them, but due to quarantine, everyone stuck at home. Drowning in he

|Cold Texts| Dry texts.. As much I hated it.. Not the same from the usual texts.. Wondering if we're no longer liking it.. I don't know what happened to you, But everything seems to die down, And all I'm here wishing for you, To never drown, From all the things we passed through, I'm trying to stay positive, But the chances in the way prefer to get threw, Contemplating so negative, Thinking like a bird trap on its cage, wishing for its freedom; to find its bliss, But we act everything will never age, Feather leaves to miss its kiss. Oh how wish I want to restart the time, To find the things that I wanted to fix, Beating around the bush to avoid its crime, When I don't want to see it slips, I still find myself to be lost on the way. —R. Myrs

 SILENCE IN LOVE.  You shall silently reside in my heart  Akin to a dense lone full moon light  The prime of my life  My world outright  You fill me with pride  Akin to a lone night.  You silently reside.  Shall remain awake your melancholic eyes  Shall your cloak's shadow always mask my animus  My sorrows and pains  My fecund fancies  You fill with fragrance  Akin to a lone night  You silently reside.  You shall silently reside in my heart  Akin to a dense lone full moon lightShall your cloak's shadow always mask my animus  My sorrows and pains  My fecund fancies  You fill with fragrance  Akin to a lone night  You silently reside.  You shall silently reside in my heart  Akin to a dense lone full moon light #noushad