You’re right, both individuals & the world are important to me. I don’t think anyone should be another person’s world. I’ve tried that before and I don’t think it’s healthy. There has to be a balance. It’s like taking a really good picture. The subject becomes so much more beautiful when the background is. Too much focus on one or the other and you lose sight of what’s important.
Avenger in love
You should know that he still loves you
He won’t forget you
Glacial water runs through your veins as you realize that you’ve done exactly what you swore you’d never
You’ve stepped onto thin ice, watching in horror as the rift opens and draws the abyss nearer to your unstable feet
A distant church bell rings and takes you far away from the chasm.
Still you know very well that it will always be there
And one day you will slip
The soft rain dances
My heart skips like a smooth rock
Dreaming of your touch
Originally posted on Creations in Poetry & Words:
Within this mind,
lies the potential to be kind;
Therein contained, also cruelty
Bouts of empathy-
deep compassion within,
mixed with rage, when wore thin
Vulnerable to the horrors of society,
when what lurks,
is perceived as evil authority
In this shell holds,
moments of light and dark;
Of pure delight and those that are stark
Driven to the apex of love and joy,
only to be brought low; Like Tolstoy,
loathing the toils wrought upon me-
My mind needs, No CRAVES, to be free!
So, light and dark rage within,
this mind so strong, so frail and thin
Which way will the pendulum swing?
Both are justified, to this simple,
yet complex human being;
For one never knows,
what from this life will spring-
Dark and Light
We forget that beauty marks are moles & that our relationships are often only first drafts.
She was the feeling of working all night on a document and forgetting to save.
He was the feeling of studying till daybreak for the test, only to realize that it was the wrong chapter.
She was the shock of waking up from a happy dream and realizing you’re late for work.
And he was the feeling of running into someone whose name you’ve forgotten.
For better or for worse, temporary moments have the potential to become eternal.