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Life in its entirety
How ecstatic it is to have the power to express yourself and yet not be able to communicate with efficiency and clarity. Humans are bestowed with the gift of conversational abilities, the knack of talking about ideas, views, thoughts, emotions and experiences yet we are the ones that always let the air of misunderstanding settle amidst our relationships. Life in its entirety is measured less with your possessions of materiality and more with how many moments of joy, sadness, pain and anger have you experienced, who you share it with and how contented you are at the end of the day with yourself.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Rise Again
Tried and true my soul does speak Reaching through, and breaking silence Thoughts so fragile, made of glass Pieces shattering from unspoken violence. ~*~ Running around in spiral circles Valiantly chasing empty promises Cleaving to a false hope given, My own personal Adonises. ~*~ Believing yet, of a future secure Dreams of copacetic connection Trying my hand at this thing called hope "Is this love?" Being the truest of questions. ~*~ Bleach stained moments, Selective is how I choose to remember Idolizing the good over the bad My white flag I willingly surrender. ~*~ Deep feeling thoughts, deeper filled cuts Wounds that will not heal What was once an innocent heart Now can no longer feel. ~*~ Eager for the sunlight to touch my skin Breaking through this new formed stone Finding light, unbinding the darkness Ready again to take the throne.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
To the surreal strength we hold
This is an ode to the might that we hold in our hearts to mellow through the banter of our strife. We are extraordinary species that surpass the wit and intelligence of any existing creature in the biotic ecosystem. Our minds are constantly evolving in every minuscular way to foretell the vision of tomorrow. Life is a monotonous series of exemplary events that forge their being in the mundanity of a day. Stirring with the hustle-bustle of every day becomes burdening when life shows how uncertain our mortality is and how placated we are in the hands of the unknown.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
