people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonde...
Expect not the sweet and dainty life. Painted in these walls, it's the life hidden far behind clouds, far away from what you and me know as 'life', with darkness pouring over like a fountain and daunting echos, overflowing. 14.01.19- published 15.01.19-#477 poetry 16.01.19-#214 poetry 17.01.19- #144 poetry 18.01.19...
Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...
A poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
