"My name is Allison, I'm 24 years old and live in Palm Beach Gardens, Florida. This piece was inspired by a certain frustration that so many people feel in their lifetime. I have been in numerous toxic, volatile relationships. That being said, when I finally found the absolute love of my life, I discovered that even though she was everything I could have ever dreamed of, I STILL fell back into old destructive patterns of behavior when things got tough. This poem is about the healing, patience and self-work that is so necessary to each person who has been hurt, in order to have a relationship that doesn't turn out like the rest. True love is so precious, don't lose it because you weren't willing to put all of your broken pieces back together."
-Тогда я спросил, не больно ли ей?
-А что такое больно?
С самого детства я мечтала стать актриссой. Мне хотелось сыграть множество ролей, но самыми любимыми для меня стали:
роль Маргариты Т/с Мастер и Маргарита", роль Маньки Портовой Т/с "Сонька- золотая ручка", и, с недавних пор )), роль Евр(восточный ветер) Т/с"Шерлок"
С ролью Евр Холмс я бы справилась, наверное, с лёгкостью😂
Ведь только девочка , прожившая такую же жизнь, прочувствовавшая то же, что и героиня, девочка, которую только ВЕРА спасла от "демонов Шерринфорда", смогла бы замахнуться на эту роль😜Многие, возможно, меня не поймут...и не нужно...
Только помните - у каждого свои демоны, не так ли? -Шерлок: Идёт восточный ветер...он унесёт тебя... #мистецтво#вірші#проза#натхнення#думки#фантазії#искусство#стихи#вдохновение#мысли#poem#poetry#art#konotop#sumyoblast#ukraine#конотоп#сумськаобласть#україна
Expecting nothing and everything together,
Dreams in eyes, temptation of stars , I look at her.
Stars witnessed the journey I covered,
While talking I started to know her, discover.
I was not alone in the confusing mist,
Wanted to let go many times, could make list.
Somethings are difficult to leave forever,
And she was someone , how could I let go of her.
Months sent into treasure of uncovering,
Got the real her, the real gold under the silver coverings.
She is here beside me to listen,
All for now , future is a mission.
[Wet your lips]
Go get tincture someone,
Can someone tell me whats his name?
Rolling up your sleeves baby, what you want gyrate hollows of the trunk- what you want.
You make undying solicitations to wind
For her to blow your whistles; and now birch,
This boy headlonged into your very heart
You refuse to stop your songs, you mock.
The tree, they call you when you are far from the timberland, they name you bad luck
And superstition is when you don't solve the madness- superstition becomes your name.
Call the exorcist- she is mad.
The cottons now, he is bleeding.
She can hear voices from your hollow, birch,
whats your matter? Alone, let her go, please.
Boy, can you get back home, safe.
You are crying for no absolutes, stop it already and go back to where you were,
Don't you forget what you ought to do now, darling.
You could be dying but first, you are a witch.
Birch, was she one though!
Boy, your lips, there is blood.
She can wave from any window now,
drop the screens soon, she'll come at you-
its windy too.
Birch, you are scaring the child,
Boy, wet your lips before it dries, off you go.
Child, how many voices did you hear today,
And darling, can you call the pastor?
You will break someone’s heart if you think that their love will supplant the love you lack for yourself. If you expect their love to make you believe in your own worthiness and—when it inevitably doesn’t—you blame them for not making you happy, you will break them. If you want their love and affection and lust to give your body value and to heal your wounds, you will break someone’s heart. You will give them an impossible task. You will set them up to fail in your eyes. And you will not understand who they are and what they can offer you outside of the validation you seek. If you do not allow them to show you who they are and you fall in love with how they make you feel, not what you two can do together in the name of love, then you will break their heart. It will be inevitable.
You will break someone’s heart if you forget that love takes tenderness and care and requires the willingness to build it, to cultivate it, and to make it anew. If you think that love does not regenerate, that there is not power in commitment, that two people cannot endure beyond the pettiness and wasted grievances, then hearts will be broken. If you do not believe love is a choice you have to show up to every day and if love starts to become something you have to work at and you resent it for that, then you will break someone’s heart. If you think love should sustain you and your happiness and you put those expectations onto them, you will have no choice but to break their heart.
You will break someone’s heart if you fall in love with someone’s potential and then blame them for not living up to it. You will break someone’s heart if you fall in love with the changed version of them you have in your head, instead of the version they are, right now, in this moment. You will break someone’s heart if you expect them to be anyone other than who they are and you don’t allow them to grow into anyone else except the person you expect them to be.
You will break someone’s heart if you do not let it be what it is meant to be. And, you will break your own heart if you allow yourself to limit what love can do by expecting it to be what you need for it to be.
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you attach a forever
to every i love you
i run away
because for me
forever has never lasted
more than 2 years
but there are moments
when i want to start
believing in that word
when you write our
initials on your hand
when you make me laugh
when you talk about
when you call me with
stupid nicknames that
i secretly like
when you read my poem
when i look forward to
tomorrow because i know
you're in it
i don't know how long
our forever is destined to last
but i wish our forever
is a bridge
on one end of it
lies your heartbeat
and on another end
that bridge would then
only fall when one of our
heartbeats slows down
and becomes a silent melody
and if i'm being honest
i want both the ends to
slow down together
so none of us have to
carry the weight alone
i want the bridge carrying
the word forever
to die too
and come back to life
in another world