Fleeting times, blurred lines and I'm having trouble finding the leaks that caused this vacancy. Catacombs erupted and built themselves into mazes from the death of the presence of familiar faces. Outcasted and given a survivor's mind, spilling words to fill the cups that seem to be empty too often in hopes to find some temporary peace and solace. Scanning, always scanning the room to find an escape and maybe a familiar face. Daydreams mixing with nightmares and exhausted loves turning good hearts into charcoal ones. Barely holding on, a tourist to my own mind's seasons; never informed of the schedule, so always caught off guard. If only I could convince myself of the truth; I am still young in the scope, it's true. So, why is it I feel as if I'm only losing time as it closes on me rapidly? An ocean wave meant to take me back to the depths of the constant thoughts and the darkest times of my broken childhood. I'll betray myself and spill apologies for the mistakes I've never made. Let me write a book and address it to myself, name it 'confused, with brighter days ahead' and put the letters I wrote to you when I was alone inside it's pages aside the scraps that I'm calling a man's diary. It seems as if I'm building a wooden cabin in the path of a forest fire, leaning on the hope of rain. At least I was there to be a part of your journey, I just hope it was enough for you to remember me today or maybe tomorrow. Living on unexpected smiles and the singing of song birds when it seems there are none. Could I read between the lines, or was that another lie I told myself to find justification for the things I regret? Raw and etched on the stones I'm calling 'a path to healing,' if only it was that easy to see progress when there's fog everywhere. Nothing seems to be different, but it's nice to open the window to this boarded up house once in a while. Maybe one day I'll be able to remodel and replace the burned out lights.
Does the nights didn't haunt you,
Does the days didn't need you,
Puffing heart forever needs you,
Aren't you afraid of the dark,
Aren't you afraid of the falls,
Aren't you afraid of the middle moon apart.
Doesn't it gets into your mind,
Doesn't it rips your soul,
Doesn't it make you heartless,
Doesn't it make you whore,
Don't you have heart,
Or are you aboard,
To the land of unfaithfuls,
Where they made the devil's soul.
Why are you inhuman,
Don't you have a soul,
Don't you worship the forbidden angels for being asuured,
Does the nights make you sad
And days make you feel depressed,
Of the person that would never be yours. - Ali Aryan .
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Back on that poetry grind. 🎤📚 Had graduation and things to attend to with the holiday ✈💻 and work, but let's get back to it.
Happy Second Monday of the week, I mean, Tuesday. ✌❤🎶🎧
I once advocated for the release of an elephant in a zoo- chained for 20 years and infected. I was asked why I didn’t advocate for human issues because that’s more important. •••••
I once advocated for aid to help Syrian refugee children- lost in the middle of a world adults had created. I was asked why I didn’t advocate for American children because they need help too. •••••
I once advocated for veteran benefits and medical aid, and was asked why I didn’t advocate for the people who live in countries ruined by the wars veterans participated in. •••••
I once advocated for education in the Middle East and was asked why I didn’t advocate for the education of our vets and our vets’ children. •••••
I once advocated for increased awareness of ALS and was asked why I didn’t advocate for all diseases. •••••
I’ve found that people can choose how to live. You can do nothing, or you can do something, but you can’t do everything. ••••••