Navigating through life by way of paper and pen
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I am the mad hatter, I am the Queen.I am the Alice that wonders why all of this happens to me. I throw the tea parties with characters made up from all the inward parts of me.©ct_and_skylines
An Ode to life in love. #emotion #writersnetwork #writing #writer #always #create
I’m going to find you and you catch me; hold each other gently and feel the same gravity of love when we look one another in the eyes. I’ll find you but I won’t be looking you’ll find me; you catch me in the stream of my creation in a dark room I celebrate.. I am fulfilled I am alone at a bar with a whiskey on the rocks in my hand and I’m smiling. ©ct_and_skylines
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no warmth of a stranger could heat the corner of my dark room. It’s the same as before, like a touch of the sun, then winter comes. cold again. there’s no getting anything right when nothing was wrong. all part of it, I’m still dancing when I’m stuck, lost in a sad song. I’ll look you in the eye and smile, you’ll never know the murmurs of my heart and why it stings. i have to be the one to get through this thing. if I don’t hold my own woes, if i don’t learn to console my soul, where will I go, when everyone and everything disappears? and the mirrors are all broken. the sun doesn’t shine like it used to. and the floor is cold on my bare feet.i’m shivering, what’s left but me? what does it mean to feel free?©ct_and_skylines
Love is here. Settle in. #love #presence #writing #friends #poem #poet #encouragement 💡 in the #darkwith love it’s a #start #writing now #write till your #fingers fall off #wordsmith #mirakee #writersnetwork #words the nectar of #mind
Cherish the friends and ones you have close to you.You don’t need to look far.You want to help someone in need, catch a ride, jump in your car, they’re down the street, not terribly far.Someone close could be having a bad day.Call them up, say hello, tell a joke let them know you’re there.That’s kindness, your presence and attention.But our presence and attention goes to our phones.The next idol to take the world by the storm.And we forget who is close.To the love in front of us; aging, but we look to the screen to catch a permanent picture of a beauty queen. All the troubles of the world at the press of a button,and those who want your attention, tuning in to distant places when the trouble is outside your own door. Sending love where it isn’t seen if we could only put down the screen.My love is within reach when there’s nothing in-between, aging in love, my friends and me. ©ct_and_skylines
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When you give your love and you go awayit’s not your fault,It just fucks with me.Too many words to explain whyand the pain is hard to describe; your love fucks with me all the time.From person to lover to stranger to lover to lonely again, with myself for so long I forgot how many days it’s been since I’ve walked outside. And you’ll never get it, it’s a lesson, you don’t know you’re Teacher and it hurts: strike again. My lesson: your love finds me and fucks me every time.©ct_and_skylines
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I touch myself and I see stars.I hold myself and I feel my scars.I hid myself because, I thought you’d love me only in my finality.Nothing is final.Not my words. Not this verse.Not your love.So, I’ll touch myself and drift to my safe place. I don’t know that you could hold me this way. It’s okay.Your touch lacked love and your words promised too much.That’s okay.It’s okay.I’m okay.©ct_and_skylines
You lead me astray in the light of day.I could pray for your return but your choice is your own and I lost my footing along the way. You loosened your grip after a single kiss and I’ve never stood tall since. You lead me astray once like suffocating sweet love under a feather stuffed pillow; suffocated on my own desire.I was a fire and you put me out.Now that I’m ash, the wind will whisk me away. I stretched my roots into the ground, made a promise to my heart that it is my own love I can lean on, and I’ll never be alone to wander in the dark. Night can fall and I’ll be there for myself. Goodbye, your love was sweet till it was sour and I’m far gone, I’ve lead my fear astray and no longer hold my shackles, dear. Farewell, I wish to be free and only I can speak for me.©ct_and_skylines
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I stare at Buddha and she’s so fucking still when I need her. When I thought I did, anyway. Statues and synagogues.With all the answers. Their answers.Who answers? ©ct_and_skylines
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Shall I need you, another time?
I can’t be something new.I’ll be everything you’ve ever seen.But the feeling,oh; the feeling.It’s fresh and the air feels light in my lungs and upon my face. It’s a new air I breathe with you.If we both fall we’ll feel it together. One of us will stop soaring so high.But since we are still high, will the other one catch the other as they progressively fall? It happens slowly and it’s in every moment we find our-selves in. If we aren’t tuned in it’s hard to see. He didn’t see my fall as a possibility. I assure you we didn’t see eachother. And one of us stopped soaring. And the other felt some of it too.But saw themself akin to the vision in their mind. Not present in two worlds at the same time.Because we aren’t the same no matter how we try.You feel the temperature of the air and I’m amassed in the color of the sky. The sunset stole my heart and you loved the depth of the ocean. Why? I cannot be angry, I haven’t tried, it’s just not there; inside. Because it was love, just a different kind. ~Christian Taylor
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You At My Door
I like the moth reach for the light and descend into darkness when it burns too bright. Give me time; I’ll fly higher. We’ll start fires no one can put out. If I don’t burn to ash before I climax. We have a chance take my hand I’ll meet you at the bitter end when I’ve climbed all I can. It’s your eyes I imagine when I get sore.It’s your stare that brings me to the shore. Because the water gets heavy when my muscles are tired. I remember you and the resilience you see in me.It’s more credit than I give myself.It’s a force I can’t ignore.You look at me and I can become anything.The darling I see from afar, you touch my heart.I see your soul and not a thing more.Love me will ya?Maybe when I’m gone.Maybe we’ll be allowed.It may be everything I’ve wanted;everything I’m looking for.You, at my door.©ct_and_skylines
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A Day Good Enough
What good is a day?If you cannot get upBefore the night fuses into dawnAnd feel the light evading the darkThe Golden Blessing filling youRight upto the brim.What good is a day?If you cannot see your SelfWhen you close those eyesThe mysterious whiteGuiding your path to HimTo thank for blessings enoughTo keep the soul and bodyOne.What good is a day?If you cannot relaxUnder the enormous cover of blueStaring from infinityTo infinityWondering your worthCompared to that humble haughty.What good is a day?If you cannot feelThe dusk melting into nightThe only dark we approve ofIlluminating all its wayWith stars tiny and bright.And what good is a day?If you cannot remind yourself Of all the deedsYou did that dayWith a content smileAs you vanish to the dreamlandWith a heart satisfiedAnd light.©yayshi
/The beginning of everything/Of success and failures? #journal
They can not hear you sobbing in the little corner in your roomThey can not hear the knife dancing in your fingersThey can not hear the thousand broken pieces of your heart rattling inside your chestThey can not hear you screaming for helpThey can mot hear you dyingSleep, sleep away little darlingThey can not hear your pain,Leave, leave little darlingThey don't deserve to know it all
They have beenShooting holes in your soulAnd then they shout at youFor spilling way too muchThey have beenWashing their sins on your heart And then they blame itFor being too darkThey have beenShowering you with their hatredAnd then they complain,'why do you fail at love?'They have beenkilling you all this timeAnd then they mock youFor not living enough©paper_planes
This might be an art without accolades,selfless like shadows,a homespun heaven,where no fruit is forbidden,or a factored fact,biased like billboards,a makeshift multitude,generic and equally grandiose.This might be of your purview,asking for attention,a polished perception,reflecting the requisition,or an ignorance in absentia,languishing in limitations,a wishful wink,swept away in scrolling.This might be you and I,in agreements and arguments,repeated in rituals,dividing the distances,being tethered in words.©proper_noun
Search of sound alwaysends in SilenceSearch of Silence always ends in Wisdom
A single piece of cloth bound in ties, bonded by blood.It weaves down and through, around and underneath, tracing years and centuries back.It comes to a point where it’s called into question.The stitches quilted become unraveled.Disagreements turn into anger.Anger turns into resentment.Resentment turns into isolation.Relations start to come undone.Lineage tattered by its seams.Colors stained by feuds.It grays and darkens until the fabric is paper thin.One final blow and it shatters, crumbling like a tree lit aflame.The cloth unravels into a single piece of thread and the history it weaved is no more.©illuminescentwanderer
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A puppet I was,Tied to your strings.You made me dance,To the tunes of violence;And made me walk,On the tightrope of fear.A fragile flower,In your garden I was;Parched of love and sunshine.©lady_midnight
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart." — Helen Keller
How poor we are..
One day a father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the firm purpose of showing his son how poor people live. They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.On their return from their trip, the father asked his son,"How was the trip?""It was great, Dad.""Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked."Oh Yeah" said the son."So what did you learn from the trip?" asked the father.The son answered, "I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs. We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.With this the boy's father was speechless. Then his son added, "Thanks, dad, for showing me how poor we are." Too many times we forget what we have and concentrate on what we don't have. What is one's person's worthless object is another's prize possession. It is all based on one's perspective.