I can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI can feel her resurrecting. The one he thought he had killed. Strength realised in her resting. It was worth all the blood spilled.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI am worthy and steely. I will conquer again. Truth as my armor; My sword is my pen. Tell me I can’t and I’ll show you I will surviving and thriving is my refined skill.
ALETHEIA LIOLAClutching a burning match, he said “look, and she’ll explode”. Ignored the gas he poured; his match caused my implode.
ALETHEIA LIOLADon’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.
ALETHEIA LIOLAAbstruse spite bleeds from their mouth. I hear the venom, It’s screaming so loud, And yet so benign Reaction, not roused Their “nasty”, so nice The beast lost its shroud.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI compare myself to the leaves; dead, yet dancing in the breeze. Is it meant to hurt this much, falling from the trees?
ALETHEIA LIOLAHe always preferred the way my eyes looked after they had cried. I wish he knew how fine they looked once he had said goodbye.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou can find beauty in the darkest of places. Be the light, my love. Bring smiles to their faces.
ALETHEIA LIOLAA part of me died on the battlefield and a part of me was born. Vulnerability shed like peeling skin. Trust from my core was torn. I was caught between a disassembled heart and a young and fearful mind. I made peace with these pieces as I fell apart with the courage that I made mine.
ALETHEIA LIOLAWound to wisdom, pain to power. A seed of grief, now time to flower.
ALETHEIA LIOLAHe dirtied my name with his dark and muddy lies. The earth he left grew flowers for the butterflies & now I thrive.
ALETHEIA LIOLAForgiveness for others and yourself too will transform your world into a beautiful view.
ALETHEIA LIOLAYou only meet someone, as deeply as they’ve met themselves. So do not allow their demons to condemn your soul to hell.
ALETHEIA LIOLAI think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.
ALETHEIA LIOLAThe child within; raised voice; fast heart; flinches. Flight response, with an attitude and broken hinges. The child within; tiptoes; eggshells. Heaven; hell. Still, she finds a quiet place, safe and tranquil; dwell.
ALETHEIA LIOLAPerception is the paintbrush. The reality, the canvas. You are the artist. Create purposefully.
ALETHEIA LIOLA