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"What It Feels Like"
When your inner peace is dismantled
You know what it feels like
Treading on the burnin' coal ankled
And the skin's peelin' off into ashes
That is when your humanity vanishes
And that is when he awakes
Who once lurked 'round the red lakes
The deepest red lakes
Of warm red veins- he makes
-you think the wrong's right
And now that he's up- he might
Engulf your patience
Gobble your conscience
You know that fastening
Him to the pillars of love
Is the only way
To save the day
But no love resides there anymore
For you know what it feels like
When your pump's walls are hardening
Nobody nearing the shore
For your blood's boiling hot
Like a fiery sea
You know that the waves shot
With composure can free
You from the captivation
Of the beasty soul
Once and for all
But the composure is dead
And so is the imagination
Of the consequences
For you know what it feels like
When your heart wrenches
With the outbreak of distrust
Even lying with people under a roof
Hasn't separated you from loneliness
So you've stayed aloof
Life's been a disgust
With overpowering darkness
And you have the notion
That the seed of trust
Is the mere just solution
But the bonds and ties
'Ve truned into lies
So you know what it feels like
When your own mind defies
You know how wrath's handled
At times you wrangled
Sensing defection
But the monster is awaken
You know what he looks like
Your reflection
Your mindfulness is taken
And the guidance
Can no longer diffuse silence
Into the air of violence
Since you know what it feels like
When your inner piece is dismantled
Like treading on burnin' coal ankled
And you know what it feels like
Abandoned and trampled.
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π·π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘’,
𝐼𝑛 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘¦π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘ , 𝐼 β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. π‘π‘œ π΅π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘žπ‘’π‘œπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘œπ‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ β„Žπ‘’π‘™π‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘  π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘˜π‘  π‘Žπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘, 𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘™π‘‘, π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. 𝐽𝑒𝑠𝑑 π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. 𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œ π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜. π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›β€™π‘‘ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘˜. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘’π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘ , 𝑏𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘β„Ž 𝑖𝑠...π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’. π‘π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘›π‘œ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘‘ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š 𝑖𝑑.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ π‘€β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘‘π‘œ? π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ π‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘§π‘¦ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘œπ‘›π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘‘π‘¦. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 π‘Ž β„Žπ‘œπ‘šπ‘’. 𝐴 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘‘. π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘™, π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝐼 π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘π‘›β€™π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘’π‘‘. 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑑’𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  𝑖𝑛 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘™. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑖𝑑 π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘”. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘˜π‘’π‘π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘™, π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘‘π‘œ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑏𝑒 π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘˜π‘›π‘’π‘ π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘’π‘™π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘¦ 𝑖𝑑. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘ π‘œ π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘›. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›β€™π‘‘ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘ π‘ π‘œ π‘šπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦ π‘‘π‘–π‘šπ‘’π‘ , π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›β€™π‘‘ 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑, π‘Žπ‘™π‘™ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑖𝑠 π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”. 𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘›π‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦 π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑑. 𝐼𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘  π‘šπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œ 𝑠𝑒𝑒 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘™π‘’, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž 𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€ β„Žπ‘œπ‘€ 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘€π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘¦ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘›π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘’π‘Žπ‘™.
𝐡𝑒𝑑 π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘, π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘› 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑑, π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘”π‘œ...π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘‘π‘’...π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑑 π‘”π‘œ. π»π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘π‘œ 𝐼 π‘˜π‘›π‘œπ‘€?
π‘Šπ‘’π‘™π‘™, 𝐼 π‘ οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“.
𝐼 π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘žπ‘’π‘’π‘ π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘™π‘“.
𝐼 π‘ π‘‘π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘€β„Žπ‘’π‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘ π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒.
π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ 𝐼 π‘€π‘Žπ‘  π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.
π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ 𝐼 π‘Žπ‘š π‘¦π‘œπ‘’.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘šπ‘’.
π‘Šπ‘–π‘‘β„Ž π‘’π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘ π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘œπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘œπ‘‘π‘¦.
π‘ƒπ‘’π‘œπ‘π‘™π‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘›β€™π‘‘ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘π‘œ π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘™π‘œπ‘£π‘’ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’, π‘π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ 𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘Žπ‘™π‘€π‘Žπ‘¦π‘  π‘‘π‘œ.
π΅π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘ π‘’ πΌβ€™π‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘œπ‘›π‘’ π‘€β„Žπ‘œ 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑙 π‘“π‘œπ‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž.
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"Ariana Grande's
7 Rings"
Fanart cr: Julia Stutzz
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No promise purer
than the one made to
'SELF'
~I is all that matters!
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Nobody does.
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"Noah Cyrus' The End Of Everything"
is the perfect way to feel the pain out of the bitter truth of the ultimate human limitation- mortality!
Nothing lasts forever!
'You are born alone and you die alone'
And the mid status may compel you to believe that you're always surrounded but the truth is even your shadow leaves you when there's no light watching your back!
Sharing bonds with people and synchronizing your emotions with theirs may fill your soul with contentment and liveliness but that liveliness soon fades away with the encountering of the deepest sorrow- their death!
Understanding the reality is the only way to overcome your grief.
And the reality lies in the fact that you've got a body bagged up with organs well synchronized with a soul so as to function smoothly and nothing else you've got. Everything is nothing but an illusion so don't get too engrossed in it or else prepare your mind for the toughest battle of life!
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"Phases"
Stars dimmed in the sky
So pack up the moon
And so let the birds fly
Golden rays- a boon
Raise thy spirits high
High above the typhoon
Beneath thy cloudland lie
The cravings of the lingering blue moon
Catching 'em fireflies is nigh
The night auroral light trails- strewn
For the stars dimmed the sky
So let the mellowness vivify
'Til the next bright languid noon
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