Without a single clue; As one declares oneself as a fool, Right there in the middle of a town Nearly unfair to one’s flammable mind. Imitating the afar and nearby street; Not hearty to one’s foe — so unkind. Golden is wearing the wary crown.
Author: The Given Heart
Finding Myself, While You Find You.
The Infamous Blame Game, by The Given Heart
When you feel like you are decayingAs your mind induces some sharp pain,Time after time you assume it’s migraine.Energy setting himself free as if delayingRightful heir from reigning. Doing nothing starting to feel like a voyageOver the horizon of the choices you claimEmerged in your portfolio unknowinglySince you cannot physically travel back in time. Witchcraft…
Do Brighter Days Exist? by The Given Heart.
Cold tears flood my eyes,When I imagine the sour words she told herself.Crowdy noises gather in the ears;Replaying the rotten words people say,With tormenting voices that crush life.She decided to zip it inside;The disheartening memory that troddedHer jewel — in a stampede of seconds.The moaning of the monster echoesIn her mind; they bring nothing kind.Everyday…
The Rotation Within #2, by The Given Heart.
I asked Myself about the meaningOf being alive without leaning;Me thought it was simply breathingMyself wasn’t convinced.I then emphasizedThat living wasn’t defined only by breathing in and outYet how one takes hold of the most importantWithout being hesitant.Still Me thought;It takes sacrifices to be truly inside life.
Seven Moments. by The Given Heart.
The smell of true comfortIs just an imagination amongst usThe children of self imprisonment.The meaning of life;Is only a crazy theory that was paintedWithout a direction of action.We hide behind our devices of deception,Torn are our man-made hopesEveryday like nothing but a series of pain.We can agree with ourselves to drainAll the self blame.Time is…
After Having No Peace Inside. by The Given Heart
Never Blame Yourself.You Were Just Carried Away,Now You Have Realized.Wake Up!
Bound Dancing. by The Given Heart
I smile in my open prisonI muse hard for a short timeThen I smile again.Thought intertwines asCorpus callosum shakes softly,I smile in chains.I have to free my soulAs my oppressors happy without knowledgeOf the better; I smile for the later.
Just Breathe. by The Given Heart
When the pressure comesLike a stampede of refusing what your nose is nodding to,When life seems so heavyAs you try to exist among the living crewWhen you start feeling sleepyWhen you are not supposed to. Remember the momentsThat made today.Smile and appreciateRotating the pure airIn and out; slowly. Appreciating starts when you inhale,Conquering begins when…
Who Is To Blame? by The Given Heart
They told us we will be starsI never imagined those in our sky,Emerged from within us as scars.These children we see today,We were once like them.Let’s keep them safe so they won’t be astray.Risk is what they breathe inLike smoke from an unprincipled flame.Caring starts with one person.
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