Excerpt from Part II of “wild child” - Broken Mirrors
1 191 hour ago
out of nowhere
super blood moonlight
flicker twinkle spark
dreams are flying
mesmerizing eyes in the distance
peddles melting away
imaginary heat radiating
yours playing with mine
mirage of photons
tickle all senses
hiding the source
magic that is you
~ 1/22/2019 #wip my new painting.
Fire. Yours. Playing with mine. #detail 30x30”
“about a year ago, i found myself attaching to anyone who distracted me from the every day stress, anyone who would make life a little less like the life i was living everyday and i convince myself that it meant i loved them but that’s not the reality. just because i used someone to avoid my own life problems, my own personal loneliness, doesn’t mean i loved them. it feels dirty now that i think about it. to think that i used someone for my own selfish gain, and i’m sorry for that. don’t make the mistake i have”. poem #poetry#poems#writing#words#mypoerty#poemporn#poemsporn#writingcommunity#poetrycommunity#poetsofinstagram
It still pains me
Whenever anybody mentions you.
They ask what we were,
And I tell them really close friends.
Somebody that I can trust well,
Too well sometimes.
And I wish that I could have seen some of your flaws,
But you hid them,
And I still question how.
How did you play two sides,
And I still trusted you?
I think about it now,
And it pains me,
Right where it hurts the most
Once I felt warmth again, fog revealed the messages you had left on my mirror (a few lies in crooked handwriting), so I broke it with my bare hands and now there’s blood-stained snow all over my bathroom.
"do you think people wear masks, Deb?" I asks,leaning over a wooden bench.
"Deb? Hello?"gently shaking Deb's shoulder in attempt to bring him back to reality,I yell a bit. .
"stop. We are in a park, Noor. Don't yell. People are staring at us" he says picking up a dried leaf that fell over us. .
"I don't know what's wrong with you,often it's like talking to a wall now a days" .
"I'm sorry,I was thinking." . .
Sometimes Deb does that,he curls up ,bottles his feelings to himself and shuts. Just like that,he never allows anyone to see his vulnerability. "And.what do you think?" .
"It's true,Noor. Sometimes people wear masks not only for other but to save them from themselves." .
"Huh..deep" I say as I get up ready to leave. .
"Why can't we save the people we love?" Deb asks mostly to himself. .
"You can't save everyone Deb, it can't be changed." .
"You are right. But I can try." He says with a smile on his lips and content on his eyes.
I wonder if I ever see him again.
7 9598 hours ago
| I kept pretending |
My chaos, my wild... is barely a choice. We romanticize the wild women, but she often isn’t the she wolf hunting her dreams, many times she runs away from her nightmares. There’s wild and there’s wild, they don’t both represent freedom.
20 5084 days ago
| You will only experience my eternal love |