My heart aches like a broken egg shell
Living underneath my mental hell, caught up in Satan's spell & all I want to do is exhale, to breathe again (sigh) to feel alive again, but when the air is gone...and I feel like I don't belong...all I can do is move along...to not be struck in broken thoughts and self-sabotage. Negativity separates me from my joy, it's always in the distance but never quite close enough to reach. My fingertips just on the brink of happiness as it tiptoes away...the chase of lifetime for us all.
The lightning skies
The roaring weather
Trumpet of thunder
And the fragrance of horror
Looks pretty much the same
Looks pretty much insane
It takes me to the moment
We first had a glimpse of flame
And that's what it reminds me
Again and again
And that's my very fear
It won't happen again!
Well this is my first letter
If anyone wanna make a new friend they can chat with me😅👻
Day 1 - 30 day writing Challenge
1. List 10 things that make you really happy.
People that make me laugh
Knowing the people I love are taken care of and happy
Food - pretty much any of it. Except FUCK raspberries!
Thinking about my boys
Talking to my brother and sister
Spending time with people I love
Gods love and forgiveness
30 Day Writing Challenge
I am going to do 1 of these each day for 30 days-
1. List 10 things that make you really happy.
2. Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.
3. What are your top 3 pet peeves?
4. Write about someone who inspires you.
5. List five places you want to visit.
6. Five ways to win your heart.
7. List 10 songs that you’re loving right now.
8. Share something you struggle with.
9. Post some words of wisdom that speak to you.
10. Write about something for which you feel strongly.
11. Something you always think, “What if …” about.
12. Write about five blessings in your life.
13. What are you excited about?
14. Post your favor...
I think our identity plays different roles in different people’s life.
What or who I am in your life isn’t my reality it’s something you might need.
Need right! ?
Maybe that’s because all of our interactions and relations are build on need.
If I wish to see others the way they are, I guess I need to know who I am, why I am and what I am..
Same if you wish to see me.. as I am..
”It's that heart of gold, and stardust shine that makes you beautiful.” ✨
Well lately, I still feel sad. But I try to keep my head up, especially with everything going on. I have no more legalities and I'm a free man to do whatever I want. However I also found out I have a three year old daughter with the mother being the one I got in trouble with. It's such a weird feeling to know that I produced someone so beautiful. So innocent. It makes me sad that I missed out on so many years, and the crucial ones nonetheless. The situation now motivates me to keep moving on towards my goals, such as going to school for a better trade. Something to keep me preoccupied yet paid as well. So I can get my own place and be able to provide for my kiddo instead of this min. Wage cra...
In the cave soul, silent screams transforms into crystals, that makes the place surrounded by sharpness and cold.
Something strange happened.
I looked into someone’s eyes.
And though I met them
For the very first time,
I felt all the stars align,
And felt I found home, in
Looked them in the eyes,
Like they were mirrors,
And saw the same pain
And suffering, that
I too have survived.
"The waves became bigger and bigger. She should tell it was time to leave. But something kept here there. Like a weight was attached to her. She couldn't move. She could only watch as the sea became more and more aggressive....
Yet as she slowly gives into the calm acceptance that her soul is fading into the depths of the element of life, she finds immeasurable peace in the beauty within reflections of light glistening against the waters skin as she fades into the dark heart of the sea, in order that her song be sung in the depths of the deep echoing into the ears of the watcher's of the Fjords, for they are the keepers of sunken memory of those who dwell alone in the darkness of the deep....
Love & pain are identical twins, inseparable, coexisting in fools like myself, chasing nothing but the bliss of an idea and bound by an undying sense of lingering impermanence.
Today was the first day in a VERY long time that I wished I was a Dad.
Just a few hours of relaxing and having a moment to myself.
I’ve never wanted it much before, to be honest my happy place is with my boys.
But today I had this headache that I just couldn’t shake, I had errands to run, and shopping to do.
And all I wanted to do was take some meds and sleep.
But I got everything I needed done.
Took a lot of deep breaths. And prayed this headache would go away.
My poor babies had to deal with sick and cranky momma today but we made it.
We ended the night watching the Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory movie and talking to their granny, their unk bake, and of course their “...
There will be no day without night. There could be no balance with out chaos. It has taken me a very long time to learn that there is no love without it's opposite. Hate.
One day others will learn that you can never fully destroy hate. But you can choose to be the latter. A lover. And when you make that conscious decision every single day you are actively fighting the battle.
In collaboration with Pari,
Your insistent knocking against my walls has me on pins and needles.
The way your voice echoes through the walls reminds me of a poison so sweet that still lingers on my lips from eons ago.
The urge to walk away from the wall is too strong and yet my feet stay put, waiting,
to see how far would you go before you’re trapped in a symphony of your own echoes hoping to find what lies beyond........
Beyond the realm of masked reality and pretence,
Lies a mysterious lair of unknown depth,
Eager to explore and satiate my urge for adventure,
I peek through the crevice and discover a feeble light in the darkness,
And I’ve been chasing it ever since.
A veces cuesta tanto llorar y desahogar el alma. Eso duele y quema todavía más.
Night Of Freedom (part II)
The comfort of the change and uncertainty...the sense of freedom and life coming alive.
The camaraderie and atmosphere is warm and joyous. I find passion and warmth pulsed through me, awakening emotions and a side that has become distant and buried.
A blur of time fast and slow happening simultaneously, being a haven of solitude. The freedom existing in the parameters of that night. A night that had renewed me and awoken me from my sleep.
After, I stumble back to reality and life with all it’s entrapments.
All that remain are fragmented snapshots and frames. My memory hazed. Stitched together by our youth and brief escape of freedom.
Estamos arto de la vida que llevamos y no sabemos cómo arreglarla
¿Por qué nos cuesta tanto?
Night Of Freedom (part I)
In the monotony of life I find myself drifting away from who I am, behind the stress of every day life.
I find the focus and blur of time.
One thing to another, blending hours, days, and weeks. Everything kaleidoscoping into an abstract existence.
I travel into old territory with pleasant strangers and among old familiar company.
I wander into a time with unknown buzzing in the air. Suspended in a capsule of a mysterious and unpredictable moment.