Every creative piece is just me, telling a story. Enjoy!
Every day, the suffering continues. It reaches deep into my heart. I drink coffee to ease the pain. But it continues non-stop.
By Gloria Penelopeabout a year ago in Poets
I wish it could go away. It's no longer possible to conceal it. My heart became filled with grief and pain. What I'm experiencing is odd.
She is a sorrowful mother who smiles to cheer up her children, but on the inside, she is depressed, abused, and full of misery.
How could you know? The way I feel right now, If you haven't worn my shoes, Every day feels unreal to me. When I wake up, they also arrive.
I observed you. You gaze at me. You keep staring. What do you see in me? What are you searching for? I sense you; I can tell.
I have fallen once, I have fallen Twice and thrice, I have fallen again and again And I will rise and rise forever. ~ I've suffered without hope.
People think I'm awful. They think I'm depressed. But I don't think I'm depressed. I sense something around me. I'm terrified of it.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
We are not ourselves because we are wearing masks. The masks conceals our cheekbones and eye color. It allows us to smile and lie.
Love yourself and look stunning. Be like the golden rock on top of the hill. Stand still, like a unique tree growing in the middle of the river.
The clock is ticking; we live to create memories. We live our lives without assurance of tomorrow. Nobody knows what will happen next, and there's no hope.
Life hey, It appears unjust. It is unpredictable. While living it Follow your heart. Talk less; enjoy it. because it's crazy.
Thank you for loving me, I was in the dark. I wasn't even sure what true love was. I've never been loved this much. My feelings have awakened, and I am now pleased.
