Every Sunday is a Memory

Collection of made up poems by yours truly.

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4:40 Made up poems

(Made by yours truly :) 

I swam through the rivers of your soul

-it was so deep and void.

Made up of love’s sacrifices,

that’s never been returned.

How I love to dig down unto it more;

Even though my heart would explode.

You are like a shadow;

So vain and dishonest

I wanted you for all days,

Yet you came without rays.

I needed you when I don’t

Yet you’ve shown like before.

Unmade sheets are very special to me,

it is so honest that I can smell you from within.

It is so honest that I can play what memories lack.

It is so honest that I know I can’t have you back.

You leave me with a scar that’s naked.

Forever thorn, forever unshaken.

This is what you do when you left people’s heart out of the blue.

You show them how red can be hue.

How beautiful it is to meet a stranger,

not knowing you, not knowing him.

But stories are made for one another.

Goodbye to you my dearest man,

For once, I’ve been blown by your laugh,

For once, I’ve been shaken by your touch.

But now, for once, I’ve waken my soul to left you behind.

Simple things make the most of unexpected days.

It will give you peace you keep searching on unwanted scenes.

He’s like the last carousel ride in a fair;

Everyone’s done for the last trail,

Yet I am here round and around till I go.

My letters are not yet frozen,

It still has the mouth to speak out the words I long for you.

It is never been redesigned. It was always for you.

I watched through my window as the pink skies grow wider and wider.

It can fill up the whole town in its arm;

yet I’m still here yearning for love.

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Black bird fly (Beat depression!)

Hello, darkness my old friend...

Maybe: It started out when you felt nothing for weeks. It’s like gazing into the stars but not feeling overwhelmed or excited. You looked into the stars but not really seeing them, staring into nothingness. Then you felt okay, for days, for weeks and even for months. The idea of getting numb suddenly came by like an uninvited visitor. Then it crawls into your deepest nerve, paralyzing you. You don’t want to move, to eat nor go to work. You just wanted to lie in bed for days, looking at your sad dog beside you. You felt empty again.

To tell you now, we don’t know how it really started or the reason why it started. Maybe because of some circumstances that happened to you that you really didn’t like and never been proud of, or maybe because of some people drowning you, that unknowingly you’re letting them in into your lungs, then it’s getting harder to breathe or maybe just because of the life you have that never excites you anymore, like finding your whole meaning or purpose in the world but never having any answers, or maybe because you don’t feel loved or liked by someone or just even hating yourself, or maybe because you lose your friends to keep in touch or maybe because your family never ask how your day went or asking if you are okay, or maybe just the feeling that people aren’t so nice at all after you’ve shown them the real you, or maybe just because you hate yourself for being stupid, for not being cool enough to join a group, for your mistakes, for  failures or for the love that’s never been appreciated. Maybe you’re just suddenly tired, giving up.

I don’t know. We don’t know.

What you just know, is that it enters into your system like a dark smoke, creeping
into your nerves, injecting Valium. Then you allowed them.

Now, the thing is, you’ve never shown this to anyone. You acted okay, you acted fine, you acted happy and it turns out, you’re an actress in your own movie. But no one’s watching.

You’re so sad because you started losing yourself

How to get back?

Really, you just don’t know.

Then like a thunder it, shocked you.

You have to choose the emotions you wanted to enter into your mind. Mind is a very powerful organ in your body. It controls you for some reasons.

The mind is the devil’s playground. But your heart is what God has made you to wake up.

Wake up from the couch that you’ve been sleeping in. If you stay too long in your bed, they’ll take away your things. Remember that.

So you have to get up.

Maybe we forget to pray; maybe we’re the ones who are detaching ourselves from friends, family, home, or the world. It's not your fault. 

And it's okay to acknowledge your feelings, because it is you.
But I also do believe, that beyond all of these, you are one of a hell strong person. You are so strong to hold onto these things, for carrying them and I love you for that. 

Don’t let that define you. Don’t let it in.
But right now, I want to you to give yourself a tap on your shoulder. You did good and honestly you can be more. Now, try to smile a bit. Inhale and exhale.
Try to focus on the good things. Try to let the light in. Don't be too hard on yourself. Accept yourself fully. Life's too short, get up and raise your arms. Let's try again.

We’re not perfect and that's okay. Get the grip loose. It’s time to take a deep breath and get high on fumes.

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