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Thoughts...
Slowly drowning in my own demise... I suppose it's time to swim to the surface now... perhaps get out of the water and venture to a new world. I'll see you when I'm there... -E.S. Thurs, April. 18th / 2024 4:41p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze
It's eerie
But it feels
Like we've always been
Waiting
For something
Everything
Me-
I wait for the rain
To stop falling against
My cracked skin
Wait for my turn to spin
The hand of time
Or grow my wings
And go for a fly
Across the orange sky
Perhaps there
I can have
A full view
Of you
And finally make sense
Of the fading hue
-Sense of the fading hue
Words: Stormykatie
Image source: Wilbert Laforteza
Moon illuminates
Your face in all its chaos
My heart is enthralled
Forgotten all its sorrows
I tried to think since when
Weirdness turned into a friend
Words gushed out like stream
Like they have never been
Enslaved underneath
A stone cold flesh
Suppressed shrieks
Of a heart barely beating
Time may have heard it
As we sat silently waiting
For drizzles to stop
Our worlds suddenly interlapped
Caught in a whirlpool of dreams
A quest each night star screams
I wonder how it came to be
A friendship of you and me
Bizarre as it may seem
A flower in spring it bloomed
Your smile feels like home
Eyes speak of long, lost songs
And if daylight ever crumbles
I swear to remember the bubbles
Of thoughts we shared that night
As our souls bathed in starlight!
-Starlight
(8th Avenue)
Katie, 19:11
Image: Pinterest
Mister Copenhagen
Coarse cheeks have been plowed with the frail frost of the night.
Arteries are meek
no noise abrades your ears
no breath breaks the common air of gloom
no seagulls inhale the salty perfumes
and then it dies.
The New Port awakens, still rusty from sleep
the lucent colors of the olden abodes flood into your eyes
the sovereign sunlight dares to creep
he is alive.
An olden viking pride streams in the blood of the city’s gorge
ebbs onto the delicate Little Mermaid’s feet
and the cobblestones begin to bustle
the herd of the North Shop have to be rustled
impatient ties of the center hustle.
His mind’s roadways are sweltering
utterly overpowering
swirling around drunkenly
in the carousels of Tivoli
and the blazing wind comes in
whipping his bones.
Yet
The Langebro
is forging its shadow
loyal to its vow to the languorous sun
too indolent to rise after a never-ending summer.
His eyes become heavy
He asks his brother Stockholm
if his veins were again empty.
The city gradually plummets into a slumber
but the Odin nestled in the muscles of Copenhagen
continues to wander.
© Margaux Emmanuel
She is beautiful but her looks never stood a chance when compared to how breathtaking her soul was.
People will only like you when you're on the same level as them or below them. Once you start to level up, they gonna hate you. They become terrified of your potential by what if you become more successful than them. Then they'll become obsessed with humbling you or belittling you. They're not there to support you, they're there to sabotage you. Never ever hesitate to cut off these people from your life. That's why they say you will lose a lot of people when you evolve.
Never ever trust people's words. Trust their actions, vibes and energy. You're not what you say, you're what you do. Your words mean nothing if it is not backed up by actions. You don't tell this world who you are by words, you tell them with your actions. Period.