I miss your genuinity or what I perceived it to be All those sentimentals that cloaked the darkness are now questionables masking sadness
By Celia M2 years ago in Poets
From darkness of womb to gathering of light. Imprinted emotions fade given lapsing of time and some room Infantile coo's evolve to annunciations.
Potential. I vaguely remember it. Actually, I believe it still dwells within me, as I do feel it from time to time. Serenity.
The truth is I'm not positive everything's gonna be okay. So I keep my head up and averted to avoid the drama and keep the extra shit away. Already have too much of that
By Celia M3 years ago in Poets
Flashing light and likes Dopamine spikes hundreds of friends yet so few by my side In a world where an uploaded selfie means more than your words of truth has you feelin like what's the use
Like the colors of each season, my brain alters to adapt This chaotic landscape doesn't permit me to react.. in time to save my disordered mind
I played my hand too soon. Tried living what I thought I knew would be so before I knew anything other than what I felt when looking at the moon.
I'll only get close enough to see what may lay underneath The depths are questionable, but the tidal waves at peak...height.
By Celia M4 years ago in Poets
How we perceive things is what scares me. It's the basis for everything in our world. Perceived power, perceived status, perceived lack of what we have..an' the fear of what we never knew or were told
Caged in the chambers of familiarity. Domestication hasn't led to any tameness. What has it led to? Isolation. Isolation of oneself in safety. In comfortability.
By Celia M7 years ago in Poets
Yes, don't face those fears. Don't give them another thought. Just crawl under that rock and wait for the world to finish unraveling.