Crying letters in a sorting centre.
Posties,
unknowingly touching written hearts.
Decades have passed;
most pain is now in messages.
Emojis for feelings;
words
written without deep thought.
Who are we -
those who text fast or...
those who write letters slow?
#vss365#letters
@itswords_ "Before-communication" is never hard, unless all your predictions come true in your communication. Communication is a recipe for future sleepless nights. Non-communication is empty of negatives. Negatives are negative only if you decide so.
A #mystified path
sprinkled with unknown.
Step forward, you're brave;
don’t step, you're lazy.
But brave and lazy
aren't opposites,
brave and fearful
are though, right?
Yet correctness
in human hearts
never settles.
#vss365
#Bouncy thoughts,
from one unfinished thought
to another
half-thought-through thought.
Too many howevers, ifs;
measly commas
after each thought.
No certainty in life,
nor in death,
nor in between.
Bounce, bounce,
you won't get it right.
#vss365
Uncovering layers of your eyes
with a sprinkle of anticipation
for what's to come.
Going further and closer
to the core of your eye's heart.
Enchanted by these eyes,
I lose sight of who I am.
#vss365#enchanted
A lacuna in her beating heart,
where once there was a volcano
but now is a desert.
She tries to enflame
that part of hers -
pointless,
and a little bit ruthless!
Blank.
Locked with an invisible key,
she has lost a part of her.
#vss365#lacuna
Who would have known
that we carry two hearts:
one in the chest,
the other in the head.
The head's heart
is meant to leave last,
a brutal thing, not in disguise.
Touching Mars with my soul,
escaping Earth with my arse.
Oh, please erase my mind,
full of hurts and farts.
So not classy, beat my arse.
#vss365#life#Mars
The heart no longer aches,
it was timed from the get go.
The #consolation,
a gift of not feeling,
given only after enormous pain.
There is no better, just different,
different
yet still not good enough.
#vss365
#Learning my own reflection,
I feel burn in any connection -
be it with myself, be it with you.
Though my main connection "I"
is no longer reflected to me.
In my once scarred reflection,
now not scarred but gone.
I can still say I am "I",
but "I" is gone, now it's "I.2" #vss365
Thoughts attack
like piranhas en masse.
So many questions bite,
one after the other.
Bite on the nose,
bite on the toe,
everywhere those questions,
but answers, maybe,
deep in the sea.
#vss365#piranha
She wore a libertine skin, sat in a Lamborghini car and she owned a Gucci coat. In one hand she had a dash of champagne in a big crystal glass, and in the other hand she had a golden phone. All was well, if only not for reality.
#vss365#libertine