Thrive on present moment, moments pass by
Words, reflections, perceptions and understanding
Illusions, withdrawls, reactions and probabilities
Emotions, realizations, addictions and justifications
The alchemy of evolution

Some days you feel good
Some of em are bad
At some point
There'll be two days
The best and worst
You ever had
Maybe they have
Been and gone
Perhaps they lie round the bend
Or you had one but not the other
No signs portend
But don't mull on it
It's not chapter and verse
Just compose a new mantra
Things can always get worse.

do not frame it gently, unless your act truly is kind
be cruel if need be, tear and gnaw
but do not ease me, do not sedate me
if you're cleaning our garden
pluck and **** each flower slow
and remember each and every word
let them forever live on the tip of your tongue

If you're not the fighting type
Don't put our hearts in the line

there’s these words
that we used to whisper in secret
words that we claimed to be ours
now I find myself haunted by them
they are just words after all
words that used to be meaningless
before they found you
words that take me back in time
to a place where I loved you

Countless hours,
Infinite moments,
The time encapsulated
In bottles of memories

Stored in a shelf,
Right by the door,
To remember the life
Close to my heart

But you had to shake,
The earth that I stand,
Breaking precious bottles-
Wrecking my mind

Your hugs are comfort, your kisses sweet,
A tender affection, my heart's retreat.
In your embrace, I find my song,
A love so pure, where I belong.

I’m tired of swiping, tired of staring  
at faces I’ll never touch.  
The world feels like a crowded room,  
but nobody’s looking my way.  

They say love’s a battlefield,  
but I’m unarmed, bare hands,  
a heart too soft to fight.  
And yet I keep stepping in,  
waiting for a glance, a spark,  
someone to call my name like it’s theirs.  

I don’t want roses,  
don’t need sweet words dripping with lies.  
Give me the mess,  
the bruises, the fire that burns  
when two souls collide too fast.  
I’ll take it raw,  
no filters, no edits,  
just truth.  

Is it too much to ask  
for someone to stay,  
to look at me like I’m the only star  
in their dark sky?  
Or am I just searching  
for something that was never  
meant to be found?

We are led by our own desires

Not inspired by God

The wish is father to the thought

Born from what's desired