Thank you all so much for supporting me. I know I keep saying thank you, but it really warms my heart to know that i can help a few of you. It makes me feel great when people like what I am saying.
And I want to thank the people who created this app. You have given me a place where I can say what I feel and people relate.
Sometimes I don't understand sadness. I thought you would just feel it emotionally not physically. But when you do, it gives a little squeeze to your heart, and makes you feel hollow. It is as if happiness fills you up and makes you feel whole, but as your heart gives that tiny but emotionally wrecking squeeze, it all just drains out; as if it wasn't there in the first place. Sometime's it feels good to be cry though. Like when you bundle up all your emotions, and you just stand under the cold water of your shower, and just let go of it all. Let go of the good, the bad, the undesirable. Tears can hold so many emotions, like love, happiness, fear, and anger. With each tear drop that you shed...
There is no such things as ugly, there is only such a thing as not your type.
Remember that next time you put a mask of make-up all over your face, or you start skipping meals to lose weight.
The only opinion that matters is yours, you have to believe you are beautiful.
ALL WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL.
Suddenly the phone rings and breaks the silence between the two. There eyes were so deeply involved in conversation that they forgot they could have used lips too. Half an hour gone between the distance of a yard without a single word being uttered. As if they were so busy reading about what happened 7 years back between them that they did not feel the need of destroying this moment.
That day also a sudden phone call changed everything. And since then he had dialled almost a thousand calls but she never replied. Never.
And after such a long time, they, when both had moved on in their life completely, will meet like this, was not expected by them. Atleast Shivakar never...
( I rewrote my last poem)
Sometimes I write with silver and it comes out red
And once you know that as soon as the ink is gone, Ill be good as dead
They dont see my heart before they see my face
They make me stumple and make my heart fall out of pace
They are everywhere near and far
They see me and make my heart seem black as tar
Everyone says sticks and stones cant break your bones
But they did. Because they dont remember the true way that it goes.
That words are like knives and cut deep in our skin
That everyday its a struggle to survive, not a struggle to win
Patched and bruised from our long term abuse
It makes you think what happened to the world that there are so many monsters a loose
It’s only been a few hours since last we spent
time engaged in physical bliss.
This harsh absence of her presence insists,
that this kiss that I miss is reason to exist.
Time ticks, love clicks, and each moment is spent
to revisit memories of passion from scented lips
#be indelible #makeyourmark
Dear young Jacena,
I know you are smart and think you know everything, but I need you to take heed to what I am about to say.
You are beautiful.
You are intelligent.
You have been afforded opportunities that are priceless.
You should pursue your passion.
Believe me, the opportunities you have been given are priceless. You have won scholarship money for your singing ability... pursue this. You love to cook... pursue this. You have decided to major in psychology... pursue this.
Men, friends, fun and partying are but for a season. Your education will be with you for a lifetime.
Never give up on your dreams. When you are faced with obstacles, overcome them. As...
I wish that Rascal Flatts was right when they said Days will come easy and moments pass slow" but unfortunately I have yet to feel their words.
I've been watching the clock mock my unsuccessful battle of sickness for 14 weeks today.
I'm an equation with no solution and an endless laugh to the doctors. I wish that the story I've told about the pain I am feeling was more than just a scribble of one of ten doctors signatures on a prescription.
You name and I swallow it like the very hungry hippo game.
I'm in a constant battle of body over mind and mind over medicine and medicine over attention. World war three has...
To my cousin John, dead of AIDS at age 27:
Let's get one thing straight - It was never about your homosexuality or that got sick. It was the cruel way you treated everyone who loved you. You lied to your parents and tricked them into believing your problems were all their fault, so that your father went to his grave broken in the belief that he was to blame for your death. You conned our grandmother out of money. You manipulated everyone into covering for your mistakes.
Everyone thought I hated you because you were gay and had AIDS. No. I hated you because you were an asshole.
THE PAIN IN MY MOTHERS EYES
I'LL NEVER FORGET THE LOOK IN MY MOTHER'S EYES
I DON'T EVER WANT TO BE THE REASON SHE CRIES
THAT NIGHT I SAW THE PAIN I SAW THE FEAR
I WAS GLAD SHE WAS NEAR
EVERY BREATHE I TOOK
I SAW HER WORRIED LOOK
SHE WANTED TO EASE MY PAIN
HER TEARS FELL LIKE RAIN
I STRUGGLED FOR ANOTHER BREATH OF AIR
MY MOTHER I DIDNT WANT TO SCARE
SHE WANTED THE BREATHS TO COME EASY
SHE WANTED RELIEF FOR ME
I WANTED TO EASE HER MIND
I have a question that has been on my mind because girls are changing so much it is unreal. You can comment your reply or send me a private letter, but I would love to knkw what you all think.
The question is, "What is beauty and does everyone have it?"
Thamks For Any Replies,
Im sorry i couldn't stay away from you all for too long....i missed you all too much. So I'm back to trouble you once more. :P
Anyway, i just read this quote in a cafe while i was travelling and i wanted to share it with all of you.
''Once in persia ruled a king
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise
Which if held before the eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance
Solemn words and these were they
Even this shall pass away''
If only we were all wise enough to remember that in good times and bad...
Till next time
Dear Younger Self,
May you face the sun with unflinching eyes,
Wherever you go; find clear blue skies,
May you face all lows with an unwavering smile,
Be silent but strong in the midst of the vile,
May you stare down your doubts with an unshakeable faith,
With no one beside you to make you feel safe,
May the embers of innocence glow bright in your eyes,
May your soul not know darkness; may your heart empathise,
May the people that know you deem you a mystery,
And may this world be in awe of your dignity...
Your older self