I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
So Here I'll stand, and There I'll stay. And there's nothing and no one who can chase the guilt away. My memories fade
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
Every now and then a longing for the world erupts within me, enriched by a desire to leave for a while, or eternally, depending on which I prefer.
Waking up around six, A young maiden trudged down the stairs of her home. Her hair unmade, Her face unfinished, Her body disorderly,
Do you ever stop and wonder What emotions lie with thunder? How the clouds move asunder And here we are, perplexed by going under?
A moment ago, I sat on a ledge. Swinging my legs, I counted the beats between each intake of air. My mind swirled with otherworldly concepts, things
When you force me to write, Do you believe you’re in the right? Every second, Spent, Wasted, Annihilanted into crafting a beginning
A song I like, Always spoke of something which felt so unreal And yet so blissfully perfect That I almost forget about the fact that it’ll end in a couple of minutes.
I carry the shadow from one room to the next in this quiet and empty space. Much like him, I understand frailty. Yet, fluidly he travels alongside me,
A rose I pick, every other day. Its rich colour vibrant and true Makes me think of sweeter times When I knew the meaning of
(Little lies I tell today, Will surely keep people away. What comes around, go around, they say. I suppose I will deal with it, however I may.)
When I lay, I see nightmares in my sleep. Far away from the world, My thoughts entwine themselves with a forbidden reality,
When the first rain hits in mid-April, My soul prepares itself not for powerful tempests, But rather for pure delight.
