click the link to my poetry instagram above
but who are you when the curtains fall who are you when the audiencehas stopped applauding and has finally gone home who are you when nobody’s watching who are you when you’ve stopped performing who are you when the sun goes to sleep and the moon rises who are you beneath these shadows are you a bridge of colors or are you the crashing rain are you the rays of summer or are you the frost of winter who are you on the other side of this moonare you still as bright as you claim you are or has your light been stolen from youhas hell pulledyour heaven from you who are you whenthe wind blows what happens whenpressure hits the surfacewill you still carrythe same layerswhat happens when the music has stopped playing in the background can you handlethe violent silence who are you when the lights have gone out who are you when the curtains fall ©_lovewoulna
darling, i see the reflection of you dancing in the crystal blue water i see the reflection of who you are,the parts of you that you try to deny is there i see the goddess in you i see your glistening crown that sits above your headi see the power that lies in your fingertips i see the magic the creativity you hold i see the bits and pieces of the galaxy that decorate you from the outside to your soul i see everything that you are made of from the moon to its starsfrom the sun to its rays you are light in its purest formyou are the soothing melodies that makes a stranger’s soul danceand the rhythm that makes them tap their feet darling, you are flowers in a garden and the water that nurtures them you are the silent stillness of the universe you are Mother Nature©_lovewoulna
i see the sky smirking down at you as it turns from blue to gray i can feel the wind blowing you further and further away i feel the world starting a riot within you i feel the clouds screaming in anger and painas i feel the droplets of rain crashing down from the raging clouds i know what it feels like to feel the whole worldat war with you i know what it feels like to feel the world crumbling down at your feet but this world doesn’t really exist, it is merely an illusion the real world lives inside youyou are a walking universe within but you have lost sight of how to nourish the land within you therefore, your inner world has mirrored back from the outside you are a garden that had forgotten to water its flowers as they began to wilt away you are merely an artist who has forgotten what it was like to lift a paintbrush to decorate your world a poet who’s forgotten the beauty of their words the sound of freedom you have forgotten how to live you have forgotten how to be daring how to be adventurous how to love life you have forgotten how to be a dreamerbut you are slowly dreaming your way back to who you were before the storm you are watering your flowers again you are finding your way back home ©_lovewoulna
She is home to herself.©_lovewoulna
And just like that, she flipped the script. ©_lovewoulna
At times, I can be the calming sea.At times, I can be the raging fire. ©_lovewoulna
You are medicine to my soul.©_lovewoulna
Darling, I can feel the beat of your heart dancing to the rhythm of life. ©_lovewoulna
Her heart was a sinking ship that never stopped drowning. ©_lovewoulna
Darling, I can feel the beat of your heart dancing to the rhythm of life.©_lovewoulna
#him #love #poetry
You're my best poetry, my saddest thoughts, my happiest smiles, my darkest secret, my deepest conversations, and my toughest emotions.©zamirah_malik
We smile, because We are equally hurt.-Krish
I am all the anonymous poems, you’ve ever loved.-Krish.
I don’t feel like, I’ve felt it all unless I’ve written them all, in all possible words and poems. -Krish
Have you ever been too much of a hero that you started to become the victim you once saved?
It's an exhausting process;of building myself up just to break down again.©mysocalledthoughts
My story nowadays that I can't write...