Alexis Gibson
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Boundless
I've touched many things in my life, but in this era love has been more so a gift more than anything else. The winds comfort my sorrows, when the rain falls, we cry together. When I have felt alone in a state of demise, something inside me pressures the purpose of life and the light within I have suppressed for many years. What a beautiful pain it is to breathe despite everything around me. I have felt alone, and maybe I am so, out in the cold. Until warmth finds me, I shall have a heart of ice to keep myself alive. What else am I supposed to do in this cold but survive? I met someone long ago but, our existence together begs many questions in my mind.
By Alexis Gibsonabout a year ago in Chapters
Hatred
Where does hatred come from? Such a negative emotion towards others as to one’s own self. Why do we batter what we truly love deep down to create a getaway from the difficulties we choose not to face. Hatred can stem from a lot of places, but it falls under simple categories (this also depends on the situation and person.) we tend to complicate. From the religious perspective, hatred towards others is a sin. (I’d include even hating yourself as well is a sin.) Insecurity and doubts conjure up the worst in us all. Friends, we must love one another despite how we may feel about ourselves. I feel your pain in every way, I do. Who would want to see that reflection of us truly? The wounds we let bleed poison all the good within and throughout. Why must we batter ourselves to feel? To wrestle against our flesh and blood just to live and see a new day, a new week, a new month, a new year. Hatred stems from sadness of one’s own lacking. Why hate what you lack when you can make the effort to obtain? Truth be told, I struggle loving myself in every way. “Be patient and you’ll see.” I hear in my spirit, as the One who guides me also calms my spirit.
By Alexis Gibsonabout a year ago in Writers
The Lost Ones
"We just wanted to be heroes!" the lost ones shouted. "We didn't think we'd ever turn out to be villians of destruction," they weeped. "We never thought in order to become the hero, you had to sacrifice your soul," they shouted breathing heavily. "We were promised redemption and a paradise to call home," one said while sniffling. "It is but truth, in order to conquer darkness you have to sacrifice a bit of light each time," the wind whispered sweetly. "If you do only what is right, not to please so don't boast about the genuine things you faked to put your heart into when you were treading on your evil ways the entire time," the wind whispered while getting stronger and angry. "We were born to sacrifice our entire lives, why must we ever boast?" The lost ones said confidently knowing their morals. "So tell me, what is it you truly desire?" The wind asked. "Eternal life in a paradise beyond our imagination," "And so it shall be," the wind said and calmed entirely. Vanished like we will someday, maybe tomorrow, or in an hour, or in three weeks. None are promised eternity in filthy temporary flesh. Nothing at all will carry evil with, for if you're not pure, you're not mine.
By Alexis Gibson2 years ago in Poets
