Pain makes Penning.
Nights have become so scary. Days have become so uncertain. Mind has become so dark. Heart has become so heavy and life has become so messed up. All I can do is silently cry and console myself.©justathoughtt
"... everytime, there is a whisper or echo of your name, I am crushed beneath the pain of distance. "©justathoughtt
You are ubiquitous.you are sky.you are air.And you became my world in a blink of an eye.©justathoughtt
Amma.. could you please come here and stay with me for a while ? Because I want to hear your voice, see your smile. I want to hold you tight , never let go, and tell you how much I love you so. You are my positive energy and inspiration of the life. Love you Amma. You are my world. Everything I am, because you helped me to be. It is really hard to stay away from you. There is no life for me with out you. I miss you very badly this time. I am so blessed to have the most beautiful, lovely and best mother in the world. My love, care on you never fade away even after my last breath. Happy mother's day Amma ©justathoughtt
While searching for the meaning of life, I have almost reached near to death!©justathoughtt
She found beauty in broken heart,the way broken found a home in me. She found light in dark sky, the way darkness found a home in me. She found happiness in healing scars, the way deep scars found a home in me.Then, I found a home in her heart, the way her heart found a home in me.❤©karthi
She found the colors to paint him, where the world had left him gray.
Every second reminds me that"We are so close yet we are so far".©justathoughtt
This year I survived.Next year, I live.©Karthii
Why do you make me weak always ? What ever I felt for you, It was beautiful and real. Now, whenever I think about you, whenever those momories I spent with you come to my mind, I feel so bad. I have everything in my life. I have a beautiful girl who loves me more than my self. But, I still feel bad whenever I rewind those memories. Should I console my heart that the girl I loved has been dead ? or Should I console my heart that the girl I loved is just nothing more than a stranger ? How can I undo the feelings that I had for you ? Why do those feelings always make me feel empty ? Why did I love you so madly ?©justathoughtt
With a huge ribcage holding my body in place, and sufficient amountof flesh in hand, I ran across the townto find the reason my heart had stopped beating.
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Isolated by distance,conjoined by heart,emotions surmounted,arduous to stay apart,embroiled in each other's mess,exhibiting feelings through words,Their love was eternal,like a poet's pen,dripping off in the form of poetry.©passionbookworm
You see, I never really learned how to let goI just got used to holding on to nothing.- Avitaj
My doors are never closed permanently.I open them as soon as I have grieved enoughOf letting someone inThe last time.©rasiika
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The Poem I'll never finish
It's the ending.The moments In a songwhen the drums stop,the piano takes over,a voice trembles softly and begins to fade.Or in a playwhen the last lines have been spoken, and the lights begin to dim,the restless hallquietens to a whisper, and everyone holdstheir breath, you knowthe end's drawing near,the culmination ofa world that existedin the space of a finity.But this is about us andI keep silent. My fingersbleed trying to dampenthe strings of fate.You are the poemI'll forever leave unfinished.because now I have younowhere else but in my wordsand I cannot let you die.I rewrite youin every pagethat I have wrenched free from the scars of forgotten yestermonths,in every memoryI have lived without you,in every song I wish I could have danced with you,in every deathI die every morning,and every night anda thousand more times in between imagining you holding me againsmiling at me one last time.Someday the pain will win, And I'll say your namefor the last time,and underneath my handwill lay several hundredpages of words...The poem that was you.And I'll hold you gentlyin my arms, knowingI never let you die,that my tears neverblurred my image of you,that I might never get to bespoken in the same breathas you and that's okay.You live, like this, and I live in the inkof those words.In the poemI never finished.©ahvana