Addicted I’m addicted to losing, to getting my hopes up, to not seeing the red flags. I love living in a world of fantasy, borrowing scenes from my favorite books, of love and desire that will never happen.

If I desire a gift so badly, I would love a pen to ink down my thoughts A thousand drop's of paint's flowing smoothly Filling every emptiness If I desire a gift eagerly, I would love a book to chase every

You were once a breath from my nostrils You are bubbling with the gift of life On earth, you hardly remember me But I've always been with you Amidst all the noise, distractions, and confusion I watch over

Hey, here’s a lil poem i wrote. ~ ~ It’s just a metaphor Trying to tell you That it doesnt matter Only if it matters to you And know; everything that happens Happens specially for you #777

Hey there, im new here. My name is isaturn, 24 years old and i love poetry. Will try to casually upload some of my poetry here! ~ 'Buildings of concrete, wagons of steel Everything decays, nothing that

Do you remember that night, when you walked past me and waived. You’re holding a book, and I swear, John Greene’s Looking for Alaska wasn’t really my favorite ‘cos I have love his Paper Towns way more.

I would have to be good to myself and others. Live in peace and harmony. Be a conflicts resolution advocate (mediator). Show kindness in all I do. Allow love to lead me and be lead by love. To be transparent.

The bed i didn't lie is the bed of lies. The bed I didn't lie Is the bed of hate The bed I didn't lie Is the bed of hurt The bed I didn't lie Is the bed of misused The bed I didn't lie Is the bed of bias

Image source Flying Flying bird Fly away again Fly i want to see When you go up, I like watching When you speak up, I like feeling Flying flying bird What do you care? What do you hear? You want any sound?

Image source The power is in our hands, our minds and our inner spirit, what you believe and work for will be the results you will get, for Instance, if you believe that one day you will be the man on

We are young but old We have strength but weak We have brain but clueless Our vision scatter in our eyes We slumber on our dreams We are being tortured everyday Uplift our mind and soul For the sacred

The sad rainfalls I she'd weighted tears For I am lonely and fear engulfs me In my heart come tears that tears me apart For my moon and sun fades away like the stars fades I. The morning Some loves some

When life breaks, something joins This newness is hope, do you know what is hope? To know hope you should know hopelessness first, non existence essence first When nothing makes sense, senselessness. But