You have to stop using the mirror for it inhibits you from looking inside where the secrets of beauty reside.
Straying from a mystical world
I got trapped in the real world
Where creativity is suffocated
And beauty is sorely overlooked
Trying to find my space in the ether
Before my fleeting imagination sever
Hold my hand ye artisan of the unknown
And forever paint anew my fixed fr🙁wn
It takes madness and courage in this world to be hopeful, to seek beauty, to stay soft & to chose love instead of fear.
where did we go wrong-
Being so ashamed
of being alive.
Love is a lot like a toothache. It doesn’t show up on X-rays, but you know it’s there. When I first met her, I knew at that moment that I would have to spend the next few days re-arranging my mind, so that there’d be room for her to stay. You see, a man in […]Savage Love
More of you are reading,yet I am writing less.
I am grateful for your patience,
while my mind‘s a filthy mess.
However, I guarantee total authenticity, in return for faithfulness.
They may have to be rude,still they love,They might burden you,still they foster,They may scarcely acknowledge you,still they bless, they admire!! Since the very first day of schooling, a teacher holds every student’s hand as their own child’s. They make sure that school becomes a second home for all of us. They are the people […]Happy Teacher’s Day💞
The earth witnessed his majestic,
Pace along the shimmering streets.
How his head-held high-swaggered,
In the night’s twinkle from the lights.
He had thick dark glasses that covered,
His tire from a life of hiding all of it.
His full health of a solid mass of weight,
Dizzied in the wake of that love of old.
It was scary what a smile could hide,
He plugged to his musical symphonies
But floating memories clouded his will,
As hope wrestled with fear & weakness.
He gave in to a new kind of love,
Thus he ceased smiling with his heart.
Letting go of his longstay defiance,
The lengthy strain left him to give way.
Instead of counting candles,
Or tallying the years,
Am Contemplating my blessings
As my birthday is here.
Thinking about the memories
Passing years can never mar,
Experiences great and small
That have made me who I are.
~As she marvelled at his decorous works of art,
He drank in the sight of her pitch dark hair,
that fell behind her back in a sheaf.
The shade-giving trees could only bend to,
the melodies of the autumn leaves as they,
rose with the breeze to witness the eclectic adoration~