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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
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
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
Wasted Words.Wasted Words.We wait for the last possible moment.Even when confronting our opponents.To reveal,How we truly feel.We hide behind our counterfeit expressions.Conceal and contain our countless confessions.Failing to announce,What our mouths long to pronounce.We purposely squander opportunities.Maintaining our positions within our communities.Avoiding any disclosure,Reducing the risk of exposure.We use humour to dilute what we actually say.Because the truth does not have to be revealed today.We know there always is a tomorrow,So today has not got to be filled with sorrow.We wait and wait. Stall and prolong. Until it’s too late And the moment has gone. There is never a convenient time. For us to say what is really on our minds. It takes the sight of a death bed.
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
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.That maybe I can actually make something of myself.Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.Give my parents the life that they so justly
Come BackWill you come back?I wish you'd return.But your hatred,I always seem to spurn.That's why I did it.I made things this way.You know that I had to.What else can I say?I really do miss you.It's so lonely here,But your wrath,I really do fear.Is there a balance.Maybe I'll ask.Finding the sweet spot,Will be quite a task.If we can be happy,Just me and you.There isn't anything,I wouldn't do.
What is Right?What is Right?Please do not talk to me; I am not able to respond.And do not give me that look as if something has to be wrong.You do not need to delve into the shelves of my closed expressions.I am exempt from your attempts to unearth my preserved confessions.I am not purposely trying to evade your noble and compassionate crusade.It’s just on this occasion I do not require saving; there is no need to come to my aid.I understand that as my friend you are obliged to defend me to the very end.And this means you must venture pass the farce of barriers that I bewilderingly send.But right now my words are diverting from my mouth and into my chest.So trust me when I say that this damsel is far from in distressAnd I know that from you I should not expect any less.Just because I choose remain reserved, sit and stare.Does not mean I am slumping into a tumbling pit of despair.Nevertheless it does comfort me knowing that you are thereBut sitting in silence with me can also sho
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
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
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.-
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