I’m faithless, burdening my heartassuming clouds as comfortbut I don’t sleep silently – peaceful,I clutch onto my dreamsas though seconds take away the lifeof my thoughts, burdened; There, far ahead, there;my own story has childrenthey dance and cry, paint with blood,they… they l … | Continue reading
My demon tickles my dream,that night… a full moon night,dressed in a blood dripping tail,gazed into eyes vast than the sky,deeper than the sea – and –nothingness embraced me,enticed me into the abyss,as I felt its touch,my eyes let go of a pearl,the colour of a newborn’s life,and … | Continue reading
You’ve held me,or I held myself, … to truth, or the beginningof myself, had I known myselfbefore the world threw at me, …threw at me its colors andflavors, the world I didn’t knowbut believed its hands werelike my mother’s – with calluses,but giving me the feeling of luxury; I he … | Continue reading
Death, similar to the evil twin,a highlighter of all things savory about life –time – enhanced.Yet, when it smiles upon you,tempting, revealing it’s persona… it’s essence,the figure behind the veil…is dazzling and, and breathtaking –perfectly heartbreaking – such as life? Their f … | Continue reading
Darling, behold, there I was;I stood, happily in defeat,I stood, without tearsof yesterday and the memoriesI could filter to my premise,I, I held the sky on my palm,perhaps the fleeting lifein the face of the death – standing,upright, kept, unwavering –Darling, I… I lie. If the w … | Continue reading
Faith ultimately serves as the cornerstone of life, a refuge sought after digesting harsh realities—equality, and love? Time and patience? Yes, but only if one is born into fortune. To simplify: luck dictates our path. This isn’t to undermine the value of hard work or dismiss the … | Continue reading
I don’t hate it, being pitiful –I hate, finding myself reasonswhy I’m not, only to find myself –back there, pitiful. But – faith was never friendly. | Continue reading
A home away from home,your arms – around minebut can’t wrap around yoursthe height says so, And the world,both our mothers –perhaps the greythat’s between our hearts –I left myself this space,the space the worldscrambles other people inand unfaithful thoughts, it’s love of this t … | Continue reading
I miss the old you,the careless thoughts about a manhow the world goes round,watching the moon in passing;and how I’ll still be pretty when I’m seventy. | Continue reading
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The pettiness from a dreamerwould be forgetting how to live, living in the past,living in the present,living in the future; Only living in that time,time it took,time it will take,for the dream to come true, If it ever did,it ever will,it ever… Yet the pettiness,is the dreamer’s … | Continue reading
My Lord,I saved the last sentence of my dayto say to you under this fullmoon night, I was stripped of my skinand my laughter mixed with tearswas taken as token for pity,yet, I found my way home. Am I obedient? There was a red haze,under pressure, I wanted to put my handson a man … | Continue reading
I’m here again,at the same place I lost a penny, Ask me, I beg you to ask me,Penny for my thoughts… I’m taller than yesterday,not in strength or height;I feel I slept really wellwith my husband and childrenaccompanying me…I slept like I did twenty years ago, Back then, the rain w … | Continue reading
I had a long dream of a manabandoned by a voicehe found in his backyard,under the tree he buried his treasurewhen he was little. Little the sight he used to lookat the world,little the way in which he talkedabout himself,and little, too little the way he wantedothers to see him – … | Continue reading
The wind’s whispers have stopped ticklingMy ears, besides numbnessI’m in limbo, neglected by memoriesas I try hard to rememberto catch myself before I fall. I used to be a flower, a flower about to bloomits petals radiant, dancing with the sunand my voice, a melody matedwith the … | Continue reading
It was better before I rememberedI had a dream, a dreamof becoming one with another,if the other could live outside my thoughts; I stand tall,the tallest in chaosand more so in peace,I stand against it all; If my mother heard me yesterday,her cup would not miss my forehead, I’m n … | Continue reading
Hello good people, A new post from heandshelie.wordpress.com I’m broadening my horizons with stuff I wouldn’t have considered reading before, If you have an idea about the post’s content, would like to share your thoughts, we’d like to hear from you. Thank you for your patience; … | Continue reading
The longing of a beautiful soulis foul weather – I, I imagined myselfimmersed by the mountain side,peonies and the memory of his heartbeatmy picnic basket – Once upon a time,about a month before I became a womanwith a bean in her stomach,I, I could wrap my hands around his neckco … | Continue reading
How good it would be to close your eyes, open them and yesterday is a thing of the past. | Continue reading
Good afternoon, “I said it first.” Well, to me – it might be a conclusion. | Continue reading
Hi Everyone, Been a while. I’m going to be reblogging most posts from now… There’s a project I joined in and would appreciate everyone’s support to expand our library. Visit the site, well… It’s most empty now but maybe it’ll be attractive enough soon. Thank you for your support. … | Continue reading
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If I fought over dominancewith my flesh desiresThen I wonder ifI could be living in a libraryObliviouslyReciting tales of angelsBefore they fell. | Continue reading
Us – back then,not the beginning, can’t say the beginningUs – when I knew myselfonly out of finding myselfand which look in my eyescan entrance the look in another’s eyes – Back then, in a white shirtunder a tree of peachesand the pink flowers when it sheds,Us – not minding the m … | Continue reading
It’s the loveI could draw in intricate thin linesthose thoughts I’d lazily catchto firmly hold ontoon the darkest days I feelperhaps my heart has stumbled upon a walla wall I’d climb when – then – I hated lonelinessbut the love now,the love I strive to becometo embroider with eac … | Continue reading
Fortune favours me when I’m asleep,the little forgetfulnessfound in one twenty hours, I’m not part of the worldeven if I’ll wake coveredin sweat. I’m grateful for the blackthe neither being myself norsomeone who wants not to be herself, I favour not knowingmy shadow is being crus … | Continue reading
Life, my playmate;accumulated secondsmurals, the never endingmerge of black and whitetill other colours emergethrough the curtain,a curtain not see through – I thought we’d reachedconsensus, you and I; the time – your blood –the time I found myselfweeping alongside the sky –catch … | Continue reading
The young girl found herselfa song to sing to her mother – at last; One cold nightsomehow a starbrazed winter sky, Unknowingly, by the windowfrom the young girl’s room,the star brimmed proudly – The young girl,as her mothers kept changing, left the house to batheunder starlight, … | Continue reading
You – the anchor,should I say; I struggledamidst the longingand dreams –broke the chainsfound myself in themiddle of the sea,without ambitionyet myself a feather. Was it love or…poison…I never knew. I know, then I had a destination,to claw myself – darknessbe a ladder, I’d pull m … | Continue reading
The wind after the harshnessof winter has found us huddled together in warmth,the warmth brought bytogetherness, Now, with the wind here;we’re moving away fromone another, Perhaps instinctively… We’re, we’re trying to find wherewe will go when summer arrives, Separately… I, I wan … | Continue reading
I have long fallenfallen for the snare,life’s little mystery –cryptically –wrapped ina feline eyed man,brown gazed…Mirrored– couldn’t, didn’twant, want to step ofthe inclineI know, I know mightmight come to face. | Continue reading
I was barely there, surviving from my past self’sindecisivenessI said, “Look, it won’t be longtill a shooting star falls to your feet.” I harboured the dreams of a youth,if a youth will drink a cup water once a day, I was there, Infront a mirror,behind a wallIn between my father … | Continue reading
My heart, I hate its silencebut hate it’s obsessiveness more,a thorn to my personality too, If I let go,time laughs at me… I’m lost,I’m trying not to remember. The last glance,it said too many thingswe’ve said all at once,I want to let go,I want to not remember. My heart, I hate … | Continue reading
If,when;before my last sigh erasedthe remainder of us,under the halo of “I loved you…”“I love you but…” I wonder,I… I try not to put my hands on my headbecause my thoughtsare at odds with my heart,I try… I try to catch your remaining shadow,what it says without looking at me, I,I … | Continue reading
The world is only so bigwhen my baby’s wobblingtowards my open armsI used to tell myself, The world, governing my dreamsand my baby’s gurgled words My heart ached when he fellyet his eyes remainedsparkling like the night sky My boy, the boy of his fatherhis father’s family,and th … | Continue reading
Miraculously, how so; I talked to him last night,high above the clouds,under the halo of his love,I told him – in this life – in this life,my hand has writtenmany shades of loveand I go back to them,wonder if I’m that versatile really,I’ve loved in many different waysbut he, he g … | Continue reading
The long road is a betrayer,an amused laugh,it woven silk on my feet andand around my waist,I travel it,I’ve traveled it,without complaints– the amiss – only to stop,to catch my breath and seeI’ve come a long long way,the longest I didn’t think to,didn’t want tobut were enticed t … | Continue reading
The hardest thing about acceptanceis knowing from then on,I’ll never have an excuseto leisurely look out the window. | Continue reading
“We don’t wrinkle but fade.” Said the old old wish to the wishes gathered around sparkling. “See, you’ll be lifted when you’re accomplished to become a part of her thoughts and the ones left unaccomplished…” The old wish trailed off. Once upon a time, it was the only one there; i … | Continue reading
Father, a voice from the depthsof the abyss has been whispering in my ear;loudly – in my sleep, when I’m walkingtraversing the sun’s whereaboutsand where I’m from,the voice talks badly of you; You are faithful, to yourselfit is to me, who I look up toin the mirror and the stars i … | Continue reading
Love, lover;the sunset told you to go homewhile the sunrise told me I should’ve been home, Did the children eat, I wonderedat our doorstepMama, I forgot the taste of your mealThis feeling I’m out, I’m aboutI’m taking my soul out for othersand us, before we were tied by memories I … | Continue reading
How long will it take,the merit of my thoughtsto succumb under the wind’s directory? Winter’s wind isn’t subtle. I want to tell my father,I’m weak in actions, my spirit……my spirit is crookedand love is luxurious, The world affords these many peoplebut I can’t see myself, How long … | Continue reading
The days come and go,so does my shadowwith night and day, I’ve grown, grown bigto want a husband and children, without the sun’s warm embrace,I’ve followed life,living with principleand my words, to their abode; I’m a woman now,my mother’s hands smaller than mine, I’m a woman,the … | Continue reading
They asked me to introduce myself. I,I’ve never eaten cheeseI don’t know how to talkmy face isn’t well proportionedI’m a fish out of the water? No.I lie.I’ve never been in deep waters;except, except lifebut that doesn’t count,I’m barely afloat,I’m drowning, I’ve drowned. Eyes loo … | Continue reading
I wonder, that cloud is a starwhere is..? My letters found a homein the hands of my neighbourshe reads them to her neighbourand I listen to her voice……it sounds like mine. Is it wondrous? Like, the song of a far away birdbefore the sun rises,I like forward to its comforting voice … | Continue reading
How should I see youin my dream?There’s smoke there,I hear voices, I lean closeit sounds like a younger mebut I’m not sure, I was asleepduring my growing days,those days, were you young too;I think we’re in lovebut I don’t trust my thoughts,your touch feels familiar toolike the v … | Continue reading
My arrival in the rainbowis stolen chance from one sweet dream.I pick a colour,unknowingly white found nowhere to sit. There is only myself; As the shadow comes forth,to shade my loneliness in those dreamsI close my eyes, for the nightmareand its ravaging. My eyes can’t be roused … | Continue reading