Handsomely delivered right at your door,An envelope so dark but not lovelyYour thoughts start swifting convulsively like a mad crow.As you hold it; it shouts for an unbearable heat medley,Thin and crispy in appearance;Exhibiting unforgiving petrol flamesYou toss it to the ground as pain bags dominance. Layers you were never expecting start getting forgotten like…
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Numbness by The Given Heart
What we feelWhen we pronounce as; ‘we can’t’.The wind that injects metamorphosis to the fewThat sense disloyalty from their scapegoats upfront. Tightens pain that we are supposed to befriend,Stoically vomits lukewarmness,Poking the truth to come on stage at the very end.Punching us in the face as a migraine prowess To awaken our dead sensesThat only…
Hope To Be Loved. by The Given Heart.
Arrival was not even in your mind,Even though you did.Your first melody made things to bind,Above all your mother found it splendid.Relieved from the pain;She became a smiling fountain.Satisfied by the power she had lostWhen she was about to give up on you.Terrified she was by the sudden loveShe sensed overflowing for you.Make everyday worth…
Awakening Shadows.
Just a moment ago Dusk was handing out wonder, Then darkness came without an invitation like ego. Beauty still lies in the cabinet of memories to ponder About when we can feel the light again. Still me thought, we dragged ourselves like a bargain Inside this sticky mess that can turn Into a testimonial message…
Are You To Avenge? By The Given Heart
Sincerely requested to changeOur inner skins that never felt defloweredOver and over hanging out with they that infringeNest after nest as a jest — so wicked. Enough is nonexistent amongst these descendentsThat we love when they fail to improve.The King remains on the throneThe King does not think of Himself alone. Willingness in us is…
Out Of The Blue. by The Given Heart
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.
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…
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