She was always bullied,judged and hurt because she didn't want to join the crowd.
It's always a difficult thing
to discover the distance
between every calculation
I have used
to find our love.
Even in midst of all those storms,
That silly little girl,
who grown up watching Harry Potter,
grown up to be some one daring,
Between those chapter's,
In those fantasy she got lost in,
Who is all sane or not all in her own little world...
Life's like a running race
In which I'm forced to participate
Everyone is running; So am I
But where? God knows where
I'm tensed; I'm worried
Just looking forward
Trying to make it to somewhere
I wouldn't know if I'll make it there
Or will end up landing nowhere
I am focused; I'm determined
I know I'll never give up
I'll keep moving forward
Amidst all the tension, I have to say
The thought of you on my mind
Gives me a reason to smile; makes me sway
- I'm all yours
Pull your hair back,
watch your steps,
pull your hair back and walk.
Pull that skirt up,
Watch those heels,
pull your skirt right up and walk.
Pin your hands to the side,
watch the corners of the walls,
don't brush against those cruel structures
Put your hands on your waist, walk.
Stretch that smile to the corners of your face.
Pull it hard,
Ignore those who throw jargons at the colour of your lips,
Throw that damn lipstick away,
Stretch that smile to the corners of your soul now and walk.
Lift your brows,
Sting with your eyes, watch what lies there,
- the dream that you've so long dreamed of.
Lift your brows, open those fiery eyes and you walk now.
Walk the beauty you are.
This is not a love story.
This is not a love song.
This is not a poem.
This is not a movie.
It was life.
All she wants is something tender, something true. She fell in love with a man that wanted part of her, not all of her. She did not feel the warmth of her first reciprocal love. She felt heartbreak for the fourth time. This one however, was more painful than the last one. This one brought her a bigger lesson. She learned that it is not about being loved by a man what she wanted, it is being loved by her own self what she needed. There will be no more heartbreak for this gentle soul. She is on a journey to receive love coming from her own self before she meets th...
Bueno es saber que los vasos
nos sirven para beber;
lo malo que no sabemos
para que sirve la sed.
¿Dices que nada se pierde?
Si esta copa de cristal
se me rompe, nunca en ella
beberé, nunca jamás.
Dices que nada se pierde
y acaso dices verdad,
pero todo lo perderemos
y todo nos perderá.
Antonio Machado 🎇
The ink has dried,
The pages worn,
Thoughts in bits,
Tattered and torn,
The hand won't move,
An author's curse,
Pricks like a thorn,
A Writer's block,
Is what I mourn.
I contemplate writing every moment.
But then I have no new stories to tell.
The same old sun,
the same old me.
The same old wrath, power, fashion
The same old hues.
The same old glee.
Words here, some broken, some intertwined.
No words here, none lived, none heard, none yours, most only mine.
Pink and orange,
since when did they become the perfect match,
since when did black start envying white?
Must mean something-
love, hate, love,
hate, love, spite?
Do you witness the hurt in respite?
Oh the same old grins,
the same old smirks,
the same old undone smiles.
Why the same old unheard quirks,
why the empty roads,
why the lonely miles?
why the lonely miles?
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino, y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar,
caminante, no hay camino,
si no estelas en la mar.
Antonio Machado 🎆
We were alone !
We came together !
Love ❤️ ......
Like ya really love
i wanted to keep his love in a box 📦 to keep it safe and
to feel that its only mine
But later when i tried to fit other thing along with love in that box
And i lost my love as those things took all the space but 🤔 i lost those things too ...
filmy may be but ya those are my feelings
The patient spends one night in the ambulance. He steals a cell phone from someone's car at the gas station. Harvey Snipes recognizes Lee Handler's voice after answering a call from an unknown caller. Lee instructs Harvey to pick him up. Harvey crosses his eyes while mouthing the words, "yes master."
Eres esa poesía hermosa, ese cuento magico que, con sus complicados nudos y momentos casi perfectos, leeria un millón de veces.
The way that some behave makes me wonder whether they lead a life apart from their phones, or they are just Internet entities, devoid of the warmth of human interaction.
Just a thought that I had to write out.
Silver Wheel: Ch.III: Temptations without Shame
A/n: Plots within the court as love affairs and secrets that are best kept lie below the surface ready to explode. The Silver Wheel calls off battle for the sake of one. Has intimate scenes as well as depictions that maybe uncomfortable to modern times. This is fiction based upon ancient mythology.
Reports were coming in from scouts all over Éireann Leth`Evana of attacks of ekimmu warriors that were slaughtering villages and taking the fae women as slaves. Ailduin was furious but he knew in ...
Por qué no antes de empezar le preguntamos al destino sus planes? Nos hubiésemos ahorrado tantas peleas, tantas lágrimas. Nosotros nos buscamos los golpes pero ninguno quería salir lastimado.
Te adoro al punto de no saber si sería una estúpida por dejarte ir o por pedirte que te quedes un rato más.
Love me like you would love a red rose, even though you know its beauty comes with a few thorns.
Just give me a chance and I swear that for the first time you will know true love
"See you next week", you said.
I hug you tight
Kiss your cheek
While thinking you are going to see her in an hour
Hurt like hell
But it is something I will do again and again