EMPATH SPEECH

 Just a mere spill after the void took over control.Some readers could relate to the dynamic shift from silence to violence not in action but words.

 

What type of words are left from me to bleed in paper again

Where did it got wrong it's just I don’t know about it anyway?

The art of hiding began after search of light in the lighthouse

But alas it was burned to ashes just left with reminance of a thought to share

 

Why is it that its only my job to remember, understand and make you comfortable?

While for you all it taken and guarantee you blantly tell you don’t want to know and ask just share it

If it was only for the sentence to be formed Why would I tell you? I want to be understood not heard

I also want the priority which I give not taken as guarantee

 

The rage and anger which shadows and wear's a mask are destructive

It lashes out suddenly even during unexpected time yearning for understanding

A small thing also can be a great deal for someone why won't you understand

A vague word understand stands only in my dictionary while for others it’s a vanished word

 

At the end I want you to be curious and let your desire to understand me

But alas that’s only in my dictionary I should only understand that it's your trauma that makes you like this

Also, what about trauma you will induce to me after all this

I still don’t know what words are left from me to bleed in paper again

 

Img: The fusion of colors denoting expression with art.

Text: Empathic tale

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ETHEREAL LOVE

 A very odd way to reminisce and collect memory of soul's, dripping with honey.The softness and brightness as sun and moon.A verbal representation that locks tales to sail reaching the traveler ships and sea.

The love everyone describes

Confuses me! when it's my turn

For me this word has a different view

I don’t search for physical, emotional romance

 

This is very difficult to tell

But promise me, you won't judge first

I don’t love like the other do

I have a different taste in it

 

I love everyone randomly

I know it's pretty odd to tell

Now, you may tell it's the love for dear ones

Or for the closed ones, NO! I would say.

 

It’s the same love how you portray

But in a different way

I love many things different way

Many times, I exist and sway

 

I’ll begin, I love the way someone moves,

The way they smile, laugh, speech and so on

It’s the love not like but for temporary period

I exist as their lovers playing the guitar cord

 

I don’t care about the gender at a moment then

I just hide myself using a fan

I hide my expression while living the moment

But when it arrives its only expressed faintly

It's an odd love I would say

I cry with their tears

laugh with their joy

At the moment I love dearly

 

Despite being a stranger

I connect internally deeply

After the moment passes out

Neither they remember nor me

 

I just feel them from afar

Than leaving while closing the bar

I capture the moment in my heart

They never know I created this art

Img: Branches carrying childrens representing innocent love

Text: Artistic people in life

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WORK, LIFE, LIVING CYCLE

The normal explanation of work life cycle with complex structured existing and living history.Everyone has different experiences the difficulty also struggle with hobbies and creativity with responsibility.Hope you all won't drift in the sea but survive the chaos of life and skill.A comfort place to share and live remember me in those days I will root for you if you wish.

When the struggle of imaginative soul trapped in a day to day

work life living

There were changes in the hustle bustle of the mind and the restless heart's believing

The scenarios which were questioned and pretty much confused suddenly started to pop up miraculously

The heart settled in the most but still the body continues to work life sadly

 

The imagination to change paths with trapped time just began to leap work and grow

The heart imagined if there's time than the work could began to rise from low

Then the soul could live in the times of fantasy and enjoy the deep sleep

But still the soul is existing how much can the society keep on just ripping

Again, the second wave of imagination starts to begin just in-case the works not published

Then there can be an honorable time when the poetry and writing take a twist

They get burned down along the poet and author being honored along their limited time list

At least the poet can feel grand and happy when elements honor the writing wished

 

But still I question the society please let the poet, author, and writer live at least

Just let them be free and creative it's a lot for them and live over existing

When the struggle of imaginative soul trapped in a day to day work, life, living

The heart settled in the most but still the body continues to work life sadly

Img: The sea of work life 

Text: Between living and existing

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LIFE OF MY DREAM

  This poem is dedicated to LUCIE who is the muse of this poem highlighting warmth of living.

The dream of my life! I feel alive!

The splendid adventure as sweet as honey

I could never say, I couldn’t dream with my eyes wide

How lucky am I to receive warmth with happy cries?

 

Here I am all I could see is my lovely success

A beautiful career, lovely family a place called home and

The love of my life! The dream and hope my boyfriend

I have everything for myself holding all of it together

How blessed can I be as I can hold everyone together

The warmth of their hugs, the softness and it’s breeze

The sweet view framed with time as it’s beauty shines

The travels and tours with warmth and joy

 

A piece or a part of me is treasured with smiles

This splendid, sweetness I am eager to know what’s ahead

The country of love gifted me the man of my dream

How affectionate, loyal, sweet and many more I see

 

All I can say is “Je t’aime” to all of my life’s members

Who stands not as character but as my strength and love

How happy can a person be you should see me!

I’m physically and emotionally in every way fully filled

Img: Love for family and love of life

Text: The happy life of success

Suggested by: LUCIE

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PARANOMA

The flower blooms again without the need of support.To become a moon from the sun, takes alot with acceptance and trust in one self.To accept the flaw! a mere ink saves souls, marking journeys for others to stay.

 

The thing called love is a cruel word

It was something I searched for around the world

I also searched in lands

But finally found seated in my heart

 

I learned to love gradually flaws

I learned to let go and accept all of them

But when it was the time

I became the dreamer searching for understanding

 

I don’t expect love, from anyone

But the least just understand and know WHY?

Hold your breath, close your eyes, and dig deep

The ocean formed from droplets has it all

Despite reaching this stage of no love no hate

I know it's me who will change not you

I began inking my soul in paper through hands

Remarking my journey with new stands

 

I just want to be the moon

which is pretty from afar

The close contact would stop the encounter from

the inks and bar

 

I was desired, a choice, and a maybe once, I won't let the door open say!

The key has burned to ashes and formed manure in soil, now there's no escape from this door that leads the way

I had already lost the fragrance of my flower once

My story isn’t for the people to listen or mark but maybe can help some in their name I write

Img: The ocean representing layers similar to humans. 

Text: The play of emotion and reason to express not impress.

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FROZEN PAST

 

 It represents the nature which is a like fossil, present just like the long gone past against technological advancement.The hidden beauty of nature has been masked for the struggling individuals who are busy with work and life! while ,freedom needs to be questioned?

It's been a while after a long time my heart cried

It wept over the emotion of humans

It struggled to live a life without internet

Its crying over the fabricated detail s of life which existed

 

It is yearning to connect with nature and people

The beauty of Ghibli remains concealed in the heart

The fabricated emotions are a wonderful art

The representation of breeze, rain, and nature of past

 

Had me weeping and crying don’t know how long will it last

The brightest and darkness of the nature and love

Is only found in those beautiful arts making space hollow

I mean it heals the external layers touching the depth

It’s the reason life is worth even without experiencing it

But the hollow remains seated with mid expectation

Did I ask more? for a simple, delicate, and beautiful life

The emotion and scenery will always remain in my mind

 

I am glad I cried my eyes out given a chance to experience

The beauty long gone never found let me rest here

The greenery, basic living, connection, and heavy emotions

Is all that’s left in a long gone past slightly comforting with emotions

Img: The beauty of village with nature is captured.

Text:It's represents nature 

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MY SOUL'S LOVER

 

Written when the reform and reshaping of self just began.The trails of the darkness resulting the awakening sun with handful of experience waiting to shine bright.The small creep of the open door yearning for self existence and its recognition.It illustrates the beauty of every individual if they care to at least, peep themself thorough cracks!same way they expect themselves to be perfect, unique or stand out.It's the self realisation and self-love with it's value and importance for growth and understanding one self.The expressive hidden emotion who isn't regarded and hidden waiting to break through doubts and form belives.It concludes you are special in your own way your determine your value and grace with your words and action for yourself.

 

My life is so romantic

When I know how to love myself

I can feel the fire

When my heart yearns for its touch

 

I can touch the warmth

That's all I need its already enough

Then I know the inner me

I learned how to treat myself well

 

I smile a lot currently

Reminiscing the giggling and laughter it plays

The scenatic beauty of self-love

Is still ideally my romantic interest forever?

I love my laughter a lot

The child within me hugs me tightly

The inner me present along

Cuddles me with warmth and believe brightly

 

I melt, softly and diligently

Unsure how-to response very lovely sweetly

The continuously courtesy and decency

Hoping for them to always be with me

IMG BY: Plainndaa Ангелина

Img:  A girl feeling the breeze with open hands with a yellow toned nature

Text: A poem about self love and acceptance

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