~•REALITY AFAR•~

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At times I wish, I'm empty,
Of small crowds together so mighty,
On the edge of my grey memories,
With fistful anger and worries.

At times I wish, I just swing,
Over the grasses on this spring,
With the peaceful pines relishing,
It and myself together loadless.

At times I wish, I could get a grip,
Of me for me rather to drip,
Over things that are wrongly relying,
Making me look hopelessly worthless.

At times I wish, I really laugh,
On matters that are ridiculously silly,
Than controlling to look decent though,
Hiding my teeth behind, smiling slightly.

At times I wish, I'm not my foe,
To scratch out my chambers with hoe,
For selfless materialistic reason,
Constantly varying with each season.

At times I wish, Me to scold,
The crimes that never gets to unfold,
The real aim upon is being good,
But that makes me a sagely insane.

At times I wish, I speak-up aloud,
Without choosing words out of cloud,
Just words and verses I really mean,
To say, to keep and to live clean.

At times I wish, I write out myself,
My thinking on issues of global shelf,
To ease out my pressuring shoulds,
To board than running on the lane.

At times I wish, I choose my flow,
Than options doing it so rigid,
As if it's my only choice to grow,
All to leave me contentless and wretched.

At times I wish, I hear only my words,
To me and to be attending,
Not involving others of this world,
To whom mine are never bothering,

Than getting cracks and voids,
All set to break my choiceless voice,
Just this once for me,
Than so much so full to dissemble.


With a faking smile,
Doesn't have least of worth a while,
Structuring iron prison to assemble,
Whatever arises within me,
Washing all flavors,
As though that's my only favour.

Emotions buried deep gets the hoist,
To bring light on eyes,
That were spiritless and moist,
Bombarding the masking ice.

Once for all let me live ethical,
Than faulting by forcing,
For this society that's truly mythical,
Else agony & anguish will be remaining.

I'm going to be my anchor,
I'm full with this than being an actor,
So, what about you?

♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋

This one took me a long time to get this form. It's all about what we think and what we choose to do, and the distance between that two.
If it's zero, then you are living live.
Even if it's 0.1 you are merely respiring and yet to start living.
Chase what you want from you for yourself. And, all the best for that.

I hope, being yourself needs no filter.

Vote, share and comment about your perspectives.

With love,
Yaris🔆

With love,Yaris🔆

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