Collection of honesty

Blessed, the journey strides onwards. Yet, eminently tainted with doubt. 'Stop, you're on the wrong path.' The echoing voice shadows the easy way out. Sisyphean days, where's the pleasure? The upward hill translates to a steep climb, Roads closed off, leaving a rocky baleful walk. When it's simply a sinister game of the mind. Sometimes blessed are the blinds, Who see no fear ahead, no obstacles. Led purely by the leap of faith. Through much sweat, no suspicion and little struggle. Make it through the mental dubiety, Opaque skies and physical storms. And with this admirable strength, Watch life give in to your charm.

My wrists feel a little naked, light as a feather, clear as a vein, The very person that locked me up released me of my chains. He removed the mask over my face, I can breathe and see again. My heart stopped bleeding from gentle stitches, there's no more pain. I can think clearly and make sense, the mind's no longer insane. There's no more sadness no more left to complain. There's no more hurt I tried so hard to contain. There's no more 'It's all okay' tough girl to maintain. There's no more lying to myself 'on behalf of him' to explain, No more 'try to look beautiful', it's perfectly good enough to be plain. There was a freedom I refrained too long to regain, Now I'm taking the fast lane to some fabulous freedom, And on the way to recovery I'll sure sing in the rain.

Yes? Can I help you? What you looking at? Is there something on my shirt? What you scowling at? Can't be the color of my skin? Thought we're way through with that. It's the 21st century honey, Let's drop the tit for tat. We're all just people, Difference is overrated. What's the use in your hatred? Stop frowning, your wrinkles speak energy wasted. Don't take side with Satan. Can't you see the beauty in the diversity fated? Color is culture translated. It's creation of greatness. Together as one, no one's graded. In a never ending circle somehow we're related. Be persuaded in God we're all celebrated.

I've never loved a man who stopped loving me back, So forgive me please if I seem too taken aback.  I sense your attempts at hiding true feelings away, But there's so much said from the things you don't say. There's no one to blame when the feelings go wrong, Sometimes fate just won't let two belong. Now I'm so sick of songs, so tired of tears, Done with wishing your heart was still here. It was a beautiful fairtytale but too short, too soon. Felt like one second ago I was still over the moon. All of a sudden the stars starting burning and fell to the earth, Will we still fight for what this is worth? * Songspiration : A little activity where the stimulus were lyrics from random song chosen by a friend . ( So sick by Neyo. )

Explosive Chaos - Natalie Holland A complex background, nonsensical belonging. An unexpected series of event, headless direction. A unpredictable structure- mad collision of colors. An incomprehensible shape, jumbled undecided patterns. An uneven texture, yet a beautiful mess, Living in explosive chaos.

Wandering through the streets, Where everything's to be seen. I'm walking with no direction, Skipping through skies blue and grasses green. Where ever the sun is shining. I'll follow where the flowers bow, I'll trace a shy butterfly, Because when then, if not now?    I don't have a destination, I'm open to every journey, There's no too late for discovery, Any hour is early. So show me all the summers, Take me to every frost. Not all those who wander, can be considered lost.

From your eyes I realize, What I offer you is still little to keep you satisfied. Cause we take turns to spin 180 degrees, Let’s not kiss if we’re uncertain please. We're two ordinary but too different people.  Our roads were never parallel. While we scramble out of each other’s lives, We dive deeper into a tangled mess. The mess you leave, some day I break free… Don't travel the road of reminiscence with me, And walk through the valley of our memories. When you’ve found true happiness, the one you adore, The one you’d call, care, cry, stand and speak for, I won’t have to reply the midnight texts anymore When your heart finds a home to lay rest, I'll confess in lakes of loneliness.