Anyone’s memory can be erased except yours friend seems your shadow will stay haunting mind, heart, soul from the moment you left till my last breath the pictures of you repeating always
Nothing’s perfect just what appears to be but even those things one day must fade every bit taken away – the only power within those seemingly perfect things is that for one brief moment, they really had been.
We stood in front of an encompassing pool, blue and beautiful. The path to the water’s center, a platform for our confessions and truths while liquid remained, bubbles cascading. At once, we jumped in, forgetting everything, becoming what we used to be before the sorrow seeped through.
When you think it can’t, that it won’t come with nothing in sight, just night in front of you, it do, it do come through, the smallest strand of light in darkness just barely enough to see you through.
I look up crookedly, just a bum on the street but I can still see the things you don’t think I can see – the steps you take, the role you play the stride with which you walk makes its way deep into the recesses of my heart, out through every tear, every drop the … More “Love on the Street” by Ayesha F. Hamid
Fairies and fireflies, a neon garden of delight, a spinning vortex circling till the end of time.
How my youth was wasted by all the stupid rules as admins laughed while I stood nodding like a fool.
In the battlefield of right and wrong, matters not whose weak, whose strong. Truth has its own strength, tougher than ignominy, harder than steel.
You can trust the misfits more than people who are cool, the ones who always fit in, able to change skins like chameleons on catwalks.