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…
Tag: The Thinking Series
Let’s use our minds to ponder.
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.
Flashy Wings. by The Given Heart
Honestly vulnerable to regret;Embarrassment slapping your whole face.Tasting something you can’t even trustEven if you cooked it like you are in a race.Rushing becomes your heart with a thrustOut and about; memories and visions burstBountifully as fear wrapped around guilt start reigning.Levels of adrenaline reducing and risingAs the bass heartbeat; who thought we would overreactSo…
The Moment of Truth. by The Given Heart
The thought of building,The thought of crushing.These can come at the same interval.Then when are we going to ask for clean air?Telling ourselves that things will be fine,Terribly comes empty.Tales bark lies; mere imagination.The truly important or impotent?Tell yourself which one suits you better.Take some time to feel your soul.
Life has more than frowning.
Smile all day. Sleep at night without dismay. Spread your wings and enjoy. This is the evidence.
Living In A Dead Environment by The Given Heart
You first feel bored,You complain without shouting,You can’t sleep because dead men will be walking.You only have two optionsYou either join the dead,You living is another side of the coinYou really need the Saviour;You feel like you can’t sense any in your vicinity.You slap yourself carelesslyYou regret doing it at the end of the circle.You…
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