A short poem about my feelings for the world right now. Follow my blog on Instagram @piecesofkblog for more
You say the truth will come to light? Then why do you scoff at the idea of paying for WashPo or your local paper, when you’ll pay for cable to watch the news on TV?
Our living room candle is almost out, and it’s a metaphor. Maybe.
The poem deals with the highs & lows of human behaviour & morality and how it can be twisted to seem normal.
There are times when we are doing something and we are very confident in ourselves, but those around us put us down and tell us to give up. In times like this we must think about our goal and why we started (the light) and realize how far we’ve come and say that we have come too far to turn back now. We must be fully invested.
We tend to take sleep for granted It is the gracious cell guard that releases us from the prison of reality Allowing one to bask in their minds tranquility
The only way to carry Love expressing feelings of her & the emotions of her inner soul towards him. Even the higgs field was jealous of spreading their kissing moans.
Rose colored glasses cause so much pain Because I just want to hear your voice again And listen to the sharp edges of an “I still love you.” Julianne M. Peacock
This hurts. It always hurts and I’m spiraling into the madness Disappearing within the masses Of masked unhappy people Masquerading as content and carefree I need to take my mask off But I don’t want anyone to help me. Julianne M. Peacock
I’m having difficulty Maintaining the ability to remain soft through situations that harden me To stay strong with empathy Let my gentle spirit be the guide And let my strength carry me through this life Julianne M. Peacock
I can’t feel anything. Choke hold on my heart Inability to start on those actions that inspire me. I’m frozen in nothing. And not even your smile could fix how I’m feeling. I just have to continue on Until the numbness subsides And this emptiness is gone.
I wish everything had as much meaning as we hope it does. I think things are simpler than that. Nothing is as it seems As you want it to be. But I’ll still hope Beyond definition That everything happens Happens for a reason.
The Portal, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Who Standeth at the Portal of Resplendence”. One of its pair is the shared “Whoever Art Thou?” This today poem I share both in English and Hungarian.
The Portal, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Who Standeth at the Portal of Resplendence”. One of its pair is the shared “Whoever Art Thou?” This today poem I share both in English and Hungarian.
Life isn’t a fairytale! Nor you’re a Snow White with invincible beauty A Cinderella the prince is searching for A Sleeping Beauty waiting for a magic kiss Neither Rapunzel finding her lost kingdom Life…
