Me When I Write A Poem: Yearning For Equanimity In Such Unavailing Hour, I Collapse, I Despair, I Weep…

Why are they fighting?

Why are they fighting? Don’t they know there’s no tomorrow? It’s agonizing how we’re wasting our last breath Showing no glimpse of waking up before we will forever rest.

Why are they hating? Don’t they know love’s dead already? You ripped our hearts apart and threw the corpses away Pieces of us are now floating, we’ve been destroyed.

They prayed for peace once upon a time Today they’re holding the guns Pointing at all the past mistakes When only the present can save us.

I wonder when enough will be enough To understand all that we already know To open our eyes and see what we’ve thrown away And how we’ve turned the earth into a war zone.

It’s over now, the world is empty No residual signs left to repress The sky has fallen, we’re no one now Look what you did to us!

~ A. A. Roman

And suddenly, the splashes of rain smelled like a strange sensation of being everything alright, which I barely trust. The muddy petrichor gave me a deja vu of a life I've lost somewhere here. Perhaps the showerdrops will taste sweet, like childhood, or it may hurt as healing.

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🍁 Acceptance isn't forceful. It's the complete admiration of who you are, and the strong will to posses nothing else other than exactly what you have.

🍀We can't keep expecting anyone else, to fill up a void created by someone else, in our heart. We can't replace other people to numb our own pain. We don't possess the right to pass on our pain to others.

People who were there, had sculptured themselves, curved and crafted their unique shapes in our hearts. Now, when the sculptures are gone, it leaves nothing but those crafted scars behind. We can't force any other artpiece into the box of a specifically crafted void.

Instead, why don't we try to find our buried selves into the crafted scars? Why don't we breathe through the voids created by them? When theres nothing left to save, let us relish the freedom.🍀

Truth is,

You will never be unconditionally loved,

Be it in any way of your life,

Even the yellow leaf will love you,

Till you're the reason it has shed.

And thats the time, guilt and innocence,

Belong to the same labyrinth.

Fr somebody teach me this :)

Agreed

2000s emos in horror films need to make a comeback

As a generation I think we should simply eliminate the prestige behind dark academia. I am broke. You’re broke. We are art majors. So, we should introduce Dark academia 2! (with less money then ever!)

🌸That's the power of mine that I often question about. The unrealistic enchantment within myself, I can fall in love with everything.

I know, how effortlessly I can fall in love with almost anything, alive or not. Even when I'm in a prison, as time passes by, I would turn it into a temple.

Does it certainly makes me one of them? When I give rest to the monsters of the world, the weirds, the unusual, the madman,broken and bullied one finds peace within me and I, be a shelter to the loneliest beings treated the worst?

Why do I crave the smell of sadness, broken people? Why theres always a worn out rose for me? Do I deserve this? Or am I suppose to turn the beast into a prince?🌸

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《■》Have you ever felt the present to be so hellish and empty, that you start reminiscing the past, as if it was the only time you've been happy, only heaven you used to live in.

It would be such a pity to think, how we search through the scatterred pieces of our childhood or the blurred out teenage, to live the time once again, when we used to be truly happy, when there were large room for dreams?《■》

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