Talvez as estrelas fossem companheiras melhores para ele
Um cara tão solitário e triste
Apenas olha para o céu esperando viajar para longe
Tão longe que nem mesmo o brilho das estrelas podem o alcançar
Solitário e triste espera escapar
Fugir para as estrelas
Fugir da realidade
Escapar de suas magoas
O amor lhe escapara de suas mãos
Mas nunca perderá a esperança
Ainda batia naquele peito um coração
Sua alma ainda fervia
Sua alma ainda amava
Em sua mente queria estar longe de seus problemas
Queria estar viajando para além das estrelas
Para além de tudo o que conhecia
Seu cora
Uma breve descricao da vida by eniguimabr, literature
Literature
Uma breve descricao da vida
A muito eu sonho em ser livre e amar
Sonho em escrever maravilhas que todos vão gostar
Queria poder ter muitos amigos
Poder fazer o que eu quisesse sem ter que falar a alguém
A vida não é um sonhos perfeito
Ela é imprevisível e injusta
Nem sempre gostamos dela
Mas cada segundo é uma nova oportunidade
Uma oportunidade de se libertar
Uma nova oportunidade para ser criativo
Uma nova oportunidade para se libertar e ser feliz sem precisar de ninguém
Você estai aí esperando que algo mágico aconteça
Não espere, vá atrás de seus sonhos
Não espere eles se tornarem pesad
O que espera de mim quando me pressiona desse jeito?
Não sabe que não sou assim?
Há muito não me importo
O passado está se apagando, por mais que ele tente me alcançar
O passado está sumindo
E um futuro surgindo
Não queria abandonar todas essas lembranças, mas o que eu posso fazer?
Apenas não quero mais estar com você
Me esqueça, me deixe para trás assim como te deixei
Não gosto de te perder mas se é assim que seja
Você não me deixa escolhas
E agora está de costas
Deixando algo que prometeu nunca abandonar
Esquecendo promessas de amor
Deixando para t
I saw a beautiful star in the night sky.
Whil staring at it from a far distance,
Under the moonlight,
I was mesmerised by its luster,
Inspired by the light it gave.
As I got closer and closer,
I fell in love with the pulchritude,
Of its flaming infernos.
As the distance between us slowly started diminishing,
I stood there still smiling,
Thinking,
"Someday, you'll be the death of me"
sometimes
when you hear the crying rain
you close your eyes
and feel the drops
slowly
flooding your mind
and cover every thought
so that you
miss out
the time's breath
I know you, my child, so small and so frail.
You say that the world gives you hell.
And I see the marks you've made on your skin.
You're sad and alone and you've cut again.
Your eyes of despair have bags underneath,
Probably from nights of overdose where you'd barely breathe.
It's not so easy to hide where the noose bruised your skin.
Though you've tried times before, you just can't reach your end.
Perhaps you believe it's a cruel joke of life,
As if the world is forcing you to live in strife.
With the hate and the judgment dealt day in and day out,
It's no wonder you've tried about every way out.
But have you ever considered that, maybe just
I can see you, wobbly out of the corner of my eye. Lurking, dark and nebulous. I am not scared. Not anymore. Of course, when I look you are gone, hidden like a coward. You thought the same of me once, and maybe still do. You have yet to confront me though. The flashes of you just out of sight are the final reminder. You are trying to make sure I never forget, not realising I almost have.
I want to tell you I am sorry. I want to tell you I was wrong for what I did. I want to tell you it was a long time ago. I want to tell you to move on.
Because I have.
You find the dark crevices, searching and crawling in like a spider. Hidden, but still v
Listen...
What do I hear?
For a while...
Silence.
The merriment of the village wedding today
has ceased and lingers only
in bright trails of paper garlands
strewn across tables.
In rose petals trodden outside a church
their pinkness bleeding into stone.
In photographs waiting for display.
In smiles of those who viewed the joy
who now sleep.
I hear...
their gentle rhythmic breathing
merging into the softest night sounds.
Listen...
What do I hear?
The echoes of mourning.
The sorrow of the village funeral
is there etched on a white stone,
alongside an epitaph,
on written eulogies caught in branches
where a sudden wind took them.
In sighs as
Margaret laid flat on her back in the grass beside me, resting her head on her arms. I was sitting hugging my knees, looking down at the train tracks from our spot on the hill. It had to have been half an hour since the last train had rolled through, but I kept watching hoping there'd be another one. Always hoping there'd be another one.
It was a picture perfect late spring day, the sun was shining, the sky was as blue as you'd ever seen it, spotted with big fluffy clouds. We sat in the shade of the cedar trees up on the hill, where the temperature was just right and the sun didn't make you squint.
This was our spot, it had b
All I Wish For is a Hug by wolflover46, literature
Literature
All I Wish For is a Hug
Here I sit,
crying at the keyboard.
Or into my pillow again.
All alone,
wishing someone could reach through the screen.
Wanting some love and compassion.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
All a lie.
No one should bare my burden.
The weight of words
and mental degradation.
I can only hear my demons call out to me.
Everyone else is but a whisper,
blotted out by my inner screaming.
I just wish someone could spare a warm embrace.