My soul hurts.
My minds a mess.
Constantly playing games with the devils sweet caress.
Jumbled and scrambled,
Are my thoughts.
A constant tornado of swirling emotions in my head.
No rest.
Life a bittersweet test,
Of endurance and control.
All i wish is to lay my head peacefully and dream of silence.
A world away from the darkness in my bed.
The terror in my head.
Swirling emotions.
A river running red.
All these ghosts and demons,
Dancing in my head.
My heart a cracked desert,
A wide open plane of broken ground.
My heart fleeting.
Bounding for ressurection.
Ressurection from the dead.
Reborn through fire and flame,
It is now time again.
To rise up and conquer,
This mighty war.
To never flight and always fight.
Till my last dying breath.
Deep within the darkness.
In the dead of night.
My mind wanders.Sailing through the raging seas of the storm.
Travelling the windy roads of human emotion.Questioning the meaning of life,
The answers constantly changing, building and reassesing.A break in my soul that may never fully be fixed.
The silence of the night is my only true peace.
Tattoo me black and blue.
Anyday,
Over the emotional pain
Of my thoughts of when I lost you.
Haunting.
Tattoo me black and blue.
Anyday,
Over the emotional pain
Of lifes mental trauma.
The loneliness,
Never escaping.
Coping day by day.
Tattoo me black and blue.
Anyday,
The physical pain
My numbing medicine.
To my ever wandering brain.
– copyright to featured image & tattoo. Personal image of Jacquelineannlente.
We run and run and keep on running.
But what are we running from?
Ourselves?
The darkness inside that eats the soul?
If it is left to rot in silence,
Without release.
Why do we hide?
When we can conquer.
Be friends with our demons.
Take a walk with them and learn,
The inner secrets of your soul.
Run inwards not away.
To face the light another day.
Lost your brain.
Find it amongst the chaos,
Where we are stripped of our misguided layers,
To reveal our rawness.
True to heart.
To who we really are.
Amongst the darkness and in the light.
Fading in and out,
Of reality and insanity.
Searching for serenity.
And a little peace in our heart.
They come,
They go.
Like the seasons change to and fro.
Learn to hold on dearly,
To those who have stayed.
And when to let go.
Of who no longer serves you,
And of what has walked away.
Take each lesson,
Savour the time.
Infinite memories,
Stashed away in your wild heart.
Open your soul,
To a fresh start.
Guide yourself,
On your path to glory.
And only take in,
What feeds your soul.
And ignites your fire,
For passion, creativity and love.
Burn brightly,
And with no shame.
Celebrate with the people,
who will walk through hell and back with you,
And brighten your day.
Watch me make the world think I’m ok.
Like I have danced all the pain away.
Disguise,
The storm inside.
That rages on.
Barreling waves crashing,
Over and over again.
Drowning.
My heart heavy,
And soul quiet.
Crushed.
But nobody would know,
Nobody would buy it.
From the smile I put on,
A front to keep moving through,
My haunting thoughts.
To find what is still true.
Watch me, I’ve mastered the art.
Of looking like I’m not falling apart.
But inside,
I really have a shattered heart.
The devil wins today.
In his fire my heart strings play.
Songs of sorrow,
Songs of loss.
He’s seen the demons I have crossed.
The mortal sins of paths I have taken.
The scars of pain,
And the mistakes I have welcomed to change.
On a road unknown,
Through the darkest night.
My heavy soul echoes through the wind.
Calling for days lost,
From dawn till dusk.
And into the deepest corners,
Of desire and trust.
In the devils land I play.
A place of no where and nothing.
The edge of reality,
Over into insanity.
On this journey, I may,
Find pain and solace.
And the will to live another day.
Life so cruel,
Tragic.
Taken away to soon.
Is it worth your right?
When its out of control.
Based on a paper,
Racist,
A hundred years ago.
Death of the innocent,
Caught in the fire.
The world mourns,
But nothing is done.
Despite the cries for righteousness and justice,
The guns increase.
And the damage is done.
Monsters in the eyes of others.
No care for human life,
We don’t believe the lies.
The evidence is enough.
How many more will die?
Their blood on your hands.
Fuelling violence with a weapon of destruction,
Giving it to the hands of those that desire to wreak havoc with hate in their heart.
Stop the excuses,
And put the guns to rest.
Choose what is best,
Or there will be nothing and no one left.
– inspired by and dedicated to all the victims of American gun violence due to their lack of enforced and controlled laws to protect human life. May they all rest in peace, so tragic that such talented and beautiful souls are taken away for no reason but hate and despair. America is appalling. And my question is, will it ever change? Because I’ve asked this question way too many times in the last few years and all it looks like is that it is increasing and getting out of hand.
My question to America is, Guns or Human life? Which one is more important to you? Because this very moment America is choosing guns over human life and if they don’t change there will be no human life left to save.
A great documentary on this topic to watch is: Bowling For Columbine by documentary and film director, Michael Moore. Which explores gun laws, the Columbine school shooting events and why America is so different to the rest of the world with guns when they think they are just like the rest of the world.
Can you save my soul?
Or am I lost forever?
Is it better to wander through it all?
Explore the good, bad and the downright ugly,
Or to hide away?
Come out on top,
With a trail of scars.
The deepest ones piercing my heart.
Fallen on the floor, broken.
Standing tall, stronger.
Life plays its games.
Dodge the bullets,
Embrace the gains.
With learning comes pain,
Truth and love.
Scars on my heart,
Already insane.
Breaking free from all these chains.
I’m crashing.
Rising and falling.
All over the place.
Can’t get it out of my head.
It is all finally set in.
Hit me like a freight train,
On the way to nowhere but the edge.
Moving through the minefields.
Burning.
Love a bittersweet reality,
Of constant change.
Night time,
Heart burning.
Soul churning,
Spinning and transforming.
Darkness,
Pure black.
Comfort in silence.
As inside me rages,
A war of searching.
For a means and an end.
Solace from pain.
Before insanity takes a hold.
Welcome crazy,
A change from the old.
Fear into action.
The night holds all truth.
From love to hate,
And the very essence of you.
Tired,
Eyes closed.
Into the night,
Where my mind wanders.
Finding peace in the silence.
Awake,
While the world sleeps,
And I am left to ponder.
The moon shines.
Waxes and wanes.
My light in the darkness,
Cleansing the pain.
Finding myself,
Through all the mess.
Searching for the answers to life’s philosophy.
Serenity, peace, love?
Life, death, solace, suffering?
I don’t think this world will ever make 100 percent sense.
But to explore the deep and unknown,
Is to explore and wisen the mind and soul.
Search for the horizons,
Over the oceans.
Beyond your deepest walls,
And behind the mask,
That society insists is reality.
Truth.
Will we find out in death?
Possibly.
But live a full life of gratitude and adventure,
Before you have no fear to welcome death,
And jump into the unknown.
When we are old and wise,
Have searched and searched,
And seen through life’s disguise,
Will death be the answer,
To our mortal life’s demise.
Hold on.
Be strong.
Have no fear.
Let the silence of the night be your solace.
And the spirit of the day be your adventure.
And know that you are never truly alone, my dear.
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