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Leyna Deyemi
Jun 22, 2022
In Poems
Hello world, I´m sorry you're dying. We didn´t knew you were sick. Do you give us another try? Repeat Hello world, I´m sorry we´re too late. But at least we tried. Can you give us a second chance? Repeat Hello world, I´m sorry we didn´t realize so far. We probably can´t help you anymore. Can we start all over again? Repeat Hello world, I´m sorry we hurt you. Is there any way we can help you? Repeat Hello world, I know we´re late. We try our best to save what can be saved. Repeat Hello world, I´m sorry you suffer so much. Today we will no longer destroy you. Thank you for giving us all you had. But now it´s our time to give you back what you gave to us.
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Leyna Deyemi
Jun 22, 2022
In Poems
Awake after years of sleeping didn´t realize that wasn´t me Now I see I had been walking through shadows, dust and night Darkness surrounding me Stars were shining but their light was all too weak They seemed too far away and uninterested in me I am alone They say the night is always darkest before the dawn But I doubt and I´m afraid Cloud my own light save me still? I just wanted to get away from all the stress, fear and anger How did I end up here? I want to erase the dark memories So I close my eyes to hide away My heart beginns to glow Enflaming the other stars around me One By One Until an ocean of buring hearts alit the skies of darkness And i open my eyes and see No more shadow skies but A sea of hope infront of me
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Leyna Deyemi
Jun 22, 2022
In Poems
What's home? Home can be a place and home can be a person Home may just be a feeling or a reason The feeling of belonging Of coming to rest The feeling of homesickness when you're just too far away from it And always looking forward to go there again. Home is whatever you define it Where hope always remains Where you feel accepted Where you can laugh, cry, go wild and settle down Where you sleep good and nightmares do not matter Where you could stay all your life My home is not the house or the city that I live in Nor the place where I go to school or the people that are in it My home is driving for hours and hours on the streets looking outside with drifting of thoughts My home is a campfire on a balmy summer night My home is my best friend My home are the people that raised me throughout my life The small towns where I grew up My home are purring cats and playful kittens My home is jumping into books and vanishing for hours My home are forest walks and festivals My home is writing and dipping into fictional worlds that I created My home are the places and people I belong to The places where I want to stay all the time Some of these places are now forever gone and lost their meaning Some I can barely go to anymore Some I visit once in a while But this seek to find where I belong never lets me go. So what is home for you?
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