Only MeWhat would it feel like,To just disappear.You wouldn't know,If you just weren't here.There is no feeling,Because you can't feel.You can't interpret.You just aren't real.It's so lonely here,Where you used to be.I look around,But it's only me.
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.So although you may think the worst is yet to come.No matter the occasion whether it beDifficult Distasteful Distressing
Life Without SamsonLife without SamsonAs I lie in front of the granite casingCanonized by the sight of the one I loveLonging for his tender touch, to be in his reach againI often smell the distinctive scent of his uniformSurround myself with his garmentsBut only when he's not aroundWhen he's around I must appear to be strong and stableThe constant questions of innocence and ignorance are impossible to answerBut he doesn't understand and I hope he never willLife must continue and progressI must now be his granite casingTo shield him from the bitterness and harshness of realityBut who will protect and support me?Who is there to caress and look after me?Who do I lean on and run to?The granite casing can only do so muchBut yet here I lie against it stillEven after all this timeHoping to find strengthkela lewis-morin
L.O.V.E.L.O.V.E.It swallows you whole,Exceeds your control.Apprehends your soul,Until it has taken its toll.It’s an overwhelming feeling.That is made to be appealingAnd you can’t help revealing,The doubts you are concealing.It’s an undefined dimpleAnd a well known jingle.But only when you are singleDoes it all seem so simple.It is one of life’s many gifts,That empowers and upliftsAnd can lead you adrift.Should you miss your shift.It is impossible to describe it.It is impossible to fight it.Because once it is ignitedAnd once you have tried it.It will take your independence.You will become used to its presence.You will become addicted to its essenceAnd include it at the end of your every sentence.It exists even in the hearts of its haters.It is a taste even they will savourAnd although its duration wavers.There will never be a feeling that is greater.It is...Everything I have said and more.I am merely repeating what you already know.Tears o
To Fall In LoveTo fall in loveFalling an uncontrollable forceFalling in to the unknownFalling in to a trap.Is falling a choiceOr must you allow yourself to fall.Despite the consequences,Internal and external scars.We fall in hope someone will catch us.Protect us from the concrete jungle that is life.There is no guarantee you will be caught forever.We only hope for this outcome,Falling with your eyes closed;To block out realityTo block out the fear;To block out the truth.Fall with one eye openWith a parachute,Equipped with full body armour.Is the risk really worth it?All good things come to an endSo why begin the journey?Falling in to a certified trap whereThe only guarantee is pain.Love is a transitory state.Kela lewis-morin
PartingParting'Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh and talk as if I were beside you'
Overshadowed by a mass of dark clothed figures.I lie dormant.A discoloured winged beast looms on to my wooden chest.I remain serene.Devout anointed words are uttered to comfort the whimpers.I wait inertly.The approving earth begins to proximate and crumble.I continue to rest in harmonious tranquillity.'WHY?? WHY??? Why couldn't you have taken me instead',The teary distraught maternal architect uncontrollably bellows.All of nature is subdued.My inanimate heart smiles.For I know this is not the end.Keep me alive in your memories my loved ones and friends.On an unchartered date we will all descend.And life will resume again.Kela lewis-morin
Singing From the Same Hymn.Singing From the Same Hymn.They’ll never knowAnd we won’t hold it against them.It’s not like they oweIt to us to make us feel like menAnd women that are destined for greater things.They have a higher purpose and calling.It is they who have a bigger say in the world we live in.Yes our lives may be predictable and boring.But we have all in some way earned our positions.In this life there are followers and then there are leaders,And it’s the leaders that make those cut throat decisions.Just like in school, you have the underachievers and the divas.They have abilities and talents that are deemed usefulAnd it doesn’t matter whether they are dishonest or truthful.Because we will still look and depend on them regardlessAnd the routines we enact everyday are ordinary and far lessInteresting, glamorous or meaningful.That’s why we need them to be on a pedestal.They can never know what its like,To be so close to the lime light.Waiting to se
A Pure Love ExchangeA Pure Love ExchangeShe leers at me with her cerulean apertures.The faintest uncongealed tear materialized.Biting her chromatic nails recently manicured,Her attempted dirty look at me becomes sanitized.The awkward moment persists,My mouth opens but the sounds are suspended.Her essence is impossible to resist.This is not what she expected.My feelings for her are undeniable.She has chosen me as her worthy consortBut she questions whether I am reliable.In this instance I am not swift with a retort.Forced to reveal my fragility,I postpone our wantonly gaze.Cigarettes and floral scents invade the vicinity.My mind is secured in a vacant daze.My hand reaches for hers desperately,Her hand wraps round my tactile index finger.I whisper in her ear adulate words relentlessly.A fountain descends of which I unintentionally triggered.I embrace her entire anatomy,My lips converge with her forehead.She looks up at me emphatically.She has finally been courted.Kela lewis-morin
MomentsMomentsGo with the momentThe moment you think about what your doingThe moment is lostThat moment could make your dayA revised cherished memory of that momentCould make smile for a momentEven if the moment doesn't go the way you intendedBe grateful for the moment even occurringThat particular moment could lead on to other thingsThe moment is what you make of itWe all have our good and bad momentsYou can even pick the good moments out of the badIn fact lets just take a momentJust to think about all those momentsThat has made us who we are todayBecause of that moment I met the one I loveBecause of that moment I got that promotionBecause of that moment I realised how much my family mean to meBecause of that moment I learnt never to cheat againBecause of that moment I am alive todayKela lewis-morin
Describe Your LifeDescribe Your Life.AwakeArise,And appear.From your pre-destined slumber.Life's lottery has selected your number.Live,LaughAnd love.Your way through this world.These feelings can't be bought nor sold.Struggle,StressAnd survive.Through the hardships and pain.These feelings have proven impossible to tame.Deteriorate,DisintegrateAnd die.Every story must have an end.Life is one process which is impossible to extend.There are countless words to describe your life.Living is something you cannot experience twice.Make mistakes, learn from them and prosper.We are all apart of an ever changing roster.Enjoy the time that we have here.Take no notice of the conclusion that draws near.Death will be heard by the tolerant ear.Kela lewis-morin
two-fifty an hour.let me save you the trouble:because what i'm trying to say isi'm not a good person.--i don’t tell valerie about how i planned to rekindlemy friendship with charlie’s best friend last yearjust so i could get to him and hurt him.(i don’t tell her how, in the end, i ended up likinghis friend instead, and charlie dated anotherfifteen year oldbecause shit happens and what was i doing,expecting things to go my way?)there are certain things she doesn’t need to know,certain things i can’t say becauseputting it into words what it was like waking up,that sort of shame that came with it –it was like – it was like looking into a windowand swearing there’s a monster behind itbefore, slowly, i realizedit was a mirror.--what therapy promises me: love yourself, forgive butnever forget, tell us your pastthen let it go.what i learn in therapy: nobody has all the answers.we certainly don’t.-
I'm TryingI'm Trying.What more do you want from me?Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?I'm trying to make something of myself.I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.You think there is more I can do to help myself.You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.But all that I will ask for you is,I hope that one day you will believe in me.Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.You don't have to necessarily agree with me.But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.And all I will want you to say is
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