I wonder how my mother does it. Alienated from the rest of the world yet constantly smiling in front of me. Does she cry every night on her bed? Why am I not there for her enough? What can I do to at least give her one smile during the day? How do I not turn that smile into hurt the next minute? Im exhausted as it is.. This sounds horrible but I don’t have the strength in me to fight for her anymore. At some point I had to let go for my own sanity. But it hurts me seeing her more lonely by the day. She’s still more kind than she should be to the world. She finds comfort solely in spirituality now. She’s invested in it. I’m glad there is something that makes her truly happy. Why do people try ...
I don’t think I can truly ever be myself in a relationship. Because in a relationship one has to compromise at some point.
I get why people choose to be single now.
I also get why people choose to be in relationships.
Neither are wrong.
Just different lifestyles.
I wonder which lifestyle is for me.
But on the contrary, we have to compromise in life in general.
So really, the real question is-
Can we even be our true selves?
Can we ever be that selfish?
No no, the real question is can we ever be our genuine true selves and be happy at the same time?
Well who said we should be happy all the time?
Who said we will be happy all the time?
I crave to be fully understood by someone.
Blame my ki...
The pursuit of happiness is simple. Grow the spirit, this is where the work is done. This is where the body must acquiesce.
Incluso si no podemos estar juntos al final, me alegro de que hayas sido parte de mi vida Kike.
In the darkest forest,
The stag awaits,
a bludgering fate.
The slithering snakes, a crawling!
And so it has,
A fair haired maiden, who's eyes stare past.
Look blankly into your soul,
Her eyes are calling,
Walk faster now.
Don't trip and fall.
Be smarter now!
Don't heed the maidens calling!
For if you do she'll come for you.
And hence, you'll be forgotten.
Your reflection tells a story
Your life tells a story
You should tell your story
So why Not Open That Door and Tell
The tears that hide behind my eyes are deep within my soul,
No one knows my pain and where it may go,
Surely you can see the color in the eyes I carry,
But for sure my friend , it can be quiet scary.
In the sea of endless faces,
It’s only your’s that I see.
Not by far, the eyes can tell
In my mind, your memory
QUE MALA es la combinación de tener un carácter fuerte, y a la vez ser más sensible que un bebé.
It was a cloudy day in the fall. I was taking my mini Pomeranian for walk. While walking, I had a conversation with God concerning a few things happening in my life at that time. At one point, early in my walk, I saw a golf ball. Thinking for a moment, I mentioned to God that it would be very cool if I could find 3 golf balls while I walked.
After about a mile or so, I saw another golf ball. That makes two! I continued walking as far as I wanted, then turned for home.
As I got closer to the end of my walk, God and I were having a serious conversation! Finally as home came into view, I resigned myself to the possibility that 3 balls were too much to ask for today. After taking a few ...
The love that is waiting on the lintels of your heart, let that glide down so it can infatuate a dejected soul with some affection. The hope that your words can surge into someone's dreams, let that be vocal so it can invigorate them to work for achieving all they want. The smiles that are ceased in the wordly troubles and afflictions, let them bloom so they ingrain the hope that this world can still be a budding land of love, contentment and ecstasy.
I will not be a hearty meal that you feed on
as though I am just something to be consumed
until your level of hunger is satisfied.
I am more than that.
When you dine at my table,
there is an expected level of behaviour,
if you cannot comply,
do not expect a feast.
- James McInerney
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Thank you for overcoming all our imperfections and inconveniences.
Thank you for loving your letters so much
Thank you for giving words their proper due.
Thanks for being
It has been said countless times in many ways but very few listen. For the single most important questions of life all the answers are in you.
It just occurred to me
that some of us are
trying to reenact the
lives that we never had.
Somewhere in our hearts,
There's always a thirst for love,
And a hunger for freedom.
I'm walking those paths
Not thinking about aftermath
Flowing in those moments of our togetherness
Lost in each other's thoughts
Waiting with eager eyes...
Longing is a beautiful gesture of love..
It fathoms the bond that we share
It resonates that we care...
This feeling evokes a solitude
Makes me realize our relationship's magnitude... this is love & only love....
I feel best with tea in the morning instead of coffee. There’s so many types of teas to choose from, you could have a different flavor for any mood you are in.
Coffee is great but it interferes with my vibrations. Causing too much jitteriness that I can’t differentiate between a feeling of warning or just too much caffeine.
It sounds silly, I know but better to know and understand myself than to keep going with a disruptive flow.
This morning is Echinacea.
Life is not about just getting through a day. It's so miserably bleaking that we're always stuck with the juggling thoughts in our mind and end up missing it's true essence. A little moment of peace and contemplation can open your heart to uncountable treasures of life. Just sit for a while today and allow your existence to ponder the ultimate blessing we've been gifted!
Sometimes I wonder where my destination lies.
Is it near the bittersweet mountains oozing wails of despair?
Or near cut-throat lanes filled with apathetic shoves and judgmental glares?
Do I save my nation or do I stoke the fire of my desire;
Was life so complicated a year ago?
Nay, it was all about the family's ire.
Does it hurt to turn a blind eye, to live comfortably in delusion
While the echoing screams in the distance cripple much of the seclusion?
Where does the peace hide, among numb simpleton bodies of five year olds?
Or among the haunting ribcages of the city's desecrated souls?
Prayer and effort, how much of it is accepted by the Lord
If half of it is lived in guilt, and half en...
Skylark Challenge 3
Things I have gained
My balcony has one chair.
I think this isn't fair.
It was supposed to be two.
Looks like my sky isn't Blue.
The storm is here.
I don't have fear.
I like the wind.
I have not sinned.
There is no need to fall
I have had it all.
I have everything to gain.
Just a little bit of pain.
I sit on this chair.
Storm is trying to scare.
It has started to rain.
The thunder is insane.
I love it to the core.
I just want it more.
I am the drenched one
Letting it out until I'm done.
So happily enjoying the storm.
I am now in full form.
This Storm has got me trained.
For the things that I have gained.
SIGNALS OF LIFE
Topic : Write a TEDx Talk of your own.
Tag to be used : SIGNAL
Comment below once you post your letter.
You all must have seen a TED talk or TEDx talk sometime in your life. Imagine YOU are invited to one such event. All you need to do, is to write your own powerful experience, that you would like to share with the world. In this way, you take a moment of pause in your life, reflect on your own experiences, and then move forward again filled with energy and enthusiasm.
How does it help others ?
At times we tend to learn from experiences from other people. Because they hav...
Outside : A musing
I was afraid to open my window which was closed since long enough. I was comfortable in my own space without any foreign air sprinting inwards. I was afraid, that the dust that covered my table won't look pretty anymore. I was afraid of the change.
And then, a storm broke the glasses of my windows, it rushed in and created a mess. As if it changed everything. But now that every shattered piece of glass was on the floor and I was unwilling to clean it up, somehow I gathered my strength and started cleaning all the mess bit by bit every passing hour.
I got tired and I slept. I had a sound dreamless sleep finally after so long. When...
We are creatures of habit. We stick to our daily routine yet sometimes things don’t end up the way we intend them to. No matter how carefully we plan everything, life still gets in the way. But as the resilient beings that we are, we adjust, we adapt and we compromise. We move forward carrying this heavy load, and then we thrive.
The taste of purple : A short story
I was a kid, rather a chubby kid. I guess about 6 year old. It was first day of school and I was early enough to occupy the first bench. The next day I saw a boy sitting at my place and I told him to sit somewhere else. To me, as a kid, it was MY place. How could someone else take it away from me ?
But he did not listen, he hit me in my stomach. I hit him on his face and that is how we started fighting. But then something happened. His leg slipped and he fell on the floor hitting his head on the table before falling. Moments later there was a clear bump on his forehead and it had turned blue.
A flock of starlings,
Descend clumsily to eat,
Fledglings learning fast.
~ Soaring Skylark
Challenge number 6 set by Sweedle:
"Look out of the window and write a Hiaku poem about what you see, smell, feel, taste."
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,