|..perhaps confusion, is the hunger which keeps us from starving..|
iShtar.the falling rain soaking into the sand of the withering desertiShtar. by pepper131361
the seed conceiving life as if firmly takes root
the blossoming flower is named the flower of love
it knows the solitude of being on the ground
all that is buried, the lost heart, the tender pains and tears from living
the true meaning of solitude brought upon by the hurt from being crazy in love
in a time when not words but emotions speak
the need for one another, that was the origin of love.
breathing deeply again and again, senses left unsatisfied
this hopeless reality rips away their hands as if it were a sin
the red stained spear stabs into the earth, as if a lesson it marks the body
man cannot live alone, and for that they search for another
it all began when words began
i do not need anything else if i hurt because of love
once you spit these words, just look your already begging..
the bitter truth quietly makes itself known once again....
whispers in the back of my mind..
you have n o t h i n g . . .
When the storm subsides.whispers of October,When the storm subsides. by pepper131361
as the sun dies,
and the stars fall,
this beautiful fate,
gently wraps these wounds.
suppressing the bleeding,
through these torn lullabies.
we are one,
and these wings fall around me,
and i know in one breath,
i am free.
..Despair is the abandonment of hope... by pepper131361
Desperation is energized despair,
Vigorous in action,
Life Expectancy".. Even so, not one of us lives a perfectly normal, ordinary life in every regard. We are, after all, human beings, each of us unique to an extent that no member of any other species is so different from others of its kind. We have instinct, but we are not ruled by it. We feel the pull of the pack but we resist the extreme affects of this influence. And when we do not, we drag our societies down into the bloody wreckage of failed utopias, led by Hitler or Lennin. And the wreckage reminds us that God gave us our individualism and that to surrender to it is to follow a dark path.."Life Expectancy by pepper131361
(Life Expectancy -Dean Koontz)
I wish...I’ve been sitting on your doorstep for three days.
Here are the nothings I left under the mat:
i.I do not feel like a lion anymore,
an alpha wolf, a hyena or
any other strong-willed beast.
I want to take my scars
out to lunch,
feed them your eyes,
& your tongue
until it bleeds sorrow,
and “please forgive me’s”.
iii. You wish I never existed
as you grind those words
into my wrists like they are
red hibiscus blossoms.
& I’ll have you know
I am a flower, bloomed,
rooted deep into the soil.
You are just a combination
of 26 letters-
an “I wish…”