No land we belong ,
No heart to dwell on,
World On a war,
Going haywire ,
Still we exist ,
Exist to conquer ,
All that will not be ours.
"It's been a while. How are you?"
"I am doing fine. How's your life going?"
"Better than I expected honestly."
They both laugh a bit awkwardly...
"Do you ever think about us anymore?"
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"Well sometimes. You?"
"Why do you think I pop up in your life every once in a while?"
"Because you were the one who abandoned everything."
"Are you still angry?"
"I don't know. A part of me was. Not anymore I guess. It's a choice you made. And I choose to understand. So I did."
"Hmm... Can we ever have a conversation like we used to?"
"I want to. Someday."
All moods flowing,
and suspense glowing.
A parade of thoughts,
march in confusion.
Nudges with grudges,
The spectacle advances,
as confetti floats,
The trail awaits,
a graceful note.
The Lipstick stains
The Viola shaded lipstick. Traces of it on a paper, rolled with ecstasy in it and pressed in between my lips. I puff in the smoke like a bittersweet melody. The grin on my lips stay as the smoke travels through my lungs making them feel as if they would explode. The melancholy, now touching the strings of my heart. It skips a beat. The rhythm, no longer in its usual sync. Off-beat and yet beating.
The gush of my thoughts start to float, now turning my mind into a river. The flow of thoughts, intractable!
Meanwhile, the blood in my veins turn rouge. It betrays my skin by making it numb. My arms and feet surrender. My eyes shut.
The smoke finding its way out. Carrying wi...
Everybody isn't your friend. Just because they hang out around you and laugh with you doesn't mean they're there for you. Just because they say they got your back, doesn't mean they won't stab you in it . People pretend well.
Jealously sometimes doesn't live far.
So know your circle , at the end of the day , real situations expose fake people , So pay attention....
i hang dahlias by the entrance
i plant mums in the cemetery dirt
i put the irises and lilies
in a vase by the window
but i rise with violets in my eyes
i was born from their petals of promise
- ashley jane
When love arrives ,
Greet it , make it feel comfortable
Make it feel like home
When love arrives ,
Smile & look it its eyes
Hug it with soft touch & feel its smell
When love arrives ,
Make yourself free & be with it
Have talks with open heart
When love arrives ,
Leave all the insecurities behind
Do all the desired things with no regrets
When love arrives ,
Feel the magic in cosmos
Feel the magic within
And when love leaves ,
Dont stop it
Dont hurt it
Wish it luck & happiness
Wish it comes back again
And be ready for its arrival ....
And again when love arrives ......
Be its love and be together !!!
Mi pequeña e insignificante existencia no hace la diferencia en este mundo.
Si desapaciera no afectaría la vida de nadie
He vuelto a escuchar esa voz dentro de mi:
"ojalá estuviera muerta"
Would you rather live on a houseboat or in a log cabin in the forest/mountains?
Would you rather have the ability to read people’s minds or the super power to see into the future?
Well shit this one is hard! I don't know that I would want either but I guess read
Would you rather be hot at night without a blanket or cold even though you are bundled up in covers?
COLD with a blanket!
Would you rather go to your 25th reunion and nobody recognizes you or have everybody comment on how old you look?
Im ok with no one recognizing me! Who TF wants to be told they look old!
Would you rather live your entire life in a submarine in the Mariana Tre...
Your reflection might cost you a rejection, but will only increase your affection towards another injection.
Hello all! This is my first letter, so I’ll just write whatever comes to mind. Time goes by way too fast. It’s important to appreciate it and have fun, but make sure to use it wisely as well, so that you have no regrets. I have been procrastinating too much on my work, even now...Maybe soon, I’ll try to have deeper relationships with certain people in my life, like try to get closer to someone I don’t know very well and hang out with my friends more. Hopefully, everything will work out in the end. Hopefully, I’ll continue being friends and take things with me from high school. I don’t want these four years of my life to just be a fond memory, but to have at least something tangible to co...
You are prettier & stronger than you were a decade ago!
Take little time to appreciate yourself.
Life is full
Of ups and downs
We have to learn
How to face each one
And then overcome
But I cannot lie
I wish I had a carpet bag
Just like Mary Poppins
So I could pull out
The perfect fix
I needed to. JD
#MaryPoppins #MovieMusicalChallenge writing prompts
Nothing else can turn
Broken to beautiful like
The sound of music.
*Music Heals The Soul*
#TheSoundOfMusic #MovieMusicalChallenge writing prompts
”There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.”
Laying in the darkness, you could hear the slightest noice. Triggering my heart rate to pick up. Trying to fall asleep by myself in the dead silence, it surrounds me. Each breath I take. Every small movement of my hand twitching across the covers. After 20 minutes I start to lose my mind. I wait for anything to drown out the nothing. A car passing by. A dog barking down the street. Trains passing by honking. But nothing seems to come. The silence it kills me.
It is the separation of the past and the future from the present that makes fear seem real.
“The waves became bigger and bigger. She should tell it was time to leave. But something kept her there. Like a weight was attached to her. She couldn’t move. She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive....”
The dark sky circling around her head as the storm moved in. Its been two years sense she has been to this very spot. The last time she was here, she was with her mother. But yet tragedy struck two years ago leaving the girl feeling more alone than ever. The girl worked up the nerve to visit the area on the anniversary of her death. Wanting to feel the closeness she desired. But the weather never planned for a storm. It was suppose to be a sunny day.
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛, 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚊...,
𝙽𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚒́ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚘, 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝑀𝐴𝐿, 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚍𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊.
𝙼𝚒 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚊, 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚢 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚊... 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚜𝚒 𝚜𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 “𝚎𝚜𝚘” 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝑁𝑈𝑁𝐶𝐴, 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛 𝐶𝑈𝐼𝐷𝐴𝑅𝑀𝐸 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚢 𝚊 𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓪. 𝙿𝚘𝚛 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝐼𝐴𝐿. 𝚈 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝑀𝐼𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑂 𝚖𝚊𝚜, 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘... 𝚢 𝚕𝚘 𝑂𝐷𝐼𝑂. ꓄ꏂ ꋊꏂꉔꏂꇙ꒐꓄ꄲ...
𝙽𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚞 𝐸𝑆𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐼𝐴, 𝚎𝚜 𝑀𝐴𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐼𝐿𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐴. ＴＥ ＡＭＯ.
𝙿𝙳; 𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙴́ 𝚂𝙸𝙴𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙰 𝚃𝙸́ ♥️
I often wonder if the leaves, upon the trees of life on each side of the golden streets of Sion will rustle gently by the breeze of the glory of God radiating towards you as you approach his throne...
For 2020 I am going to defend people's hobbies when being made fun of (ex. Furries) cause what people do to make them upset is horrible. They are human too
-There is a drawing at the bottom-
A trick I've learnt to be more positive came from one of my best friends. When ever something bad was happening to her she would tell me the bad stuff but finish her vent with "But it's ok, because..." and she'll finish her vent with a something positive. This positive note doesn't have to be big like "cause I am getting a new car!" It can be simple like "when I get home, the bed will be made".I started using this a lot and I've certainly noticed change when it comes to being upset. Sometimes the smallest of things can light up your day.
-doodle unrelated to topic-
Stars are like very long living bursts of lights millions miles away just doing their own thing
I admire their independence
In the comments section below, start an argument in 4 words.
Here's mine: THERE WAS ENOUGH ROOM.
You can choose any topic, doesn't have to be about the Titanic :)
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,