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“Yes, I am safe and sound”. The mind harks back to a time when you had a role to play in that. Like being forced to step off stage, and take a silent spectator’s seat as the play goes on and a part of you goes on, but without you. And when the only respite you get is by averting or shutting your eyes, but you cannot keep your eyes shut or averted forever, as life unfolds before you.
“Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.” Oh, what cruel irony - to be thanked for an affliction you see as incurable and inescapable. Like the breath of life that thanks you for giving it a place in your lungs. The effort, unseen, unacknowledged, lies in keeping her out, to tame your t...
I still remember the intricate details I used to love the most about you, but the memories of our time together have become a hazy fog.
I like dirty hearts
and restless minds,
the old souls
that have known hard lives;
the ones who cast
the most beautiful shine.
You’re the shoreline
I’m the wave
Crashing into you
Allowing the love we make
To take shape
When we think about darkness we immediately connect fear and all the bad things that the black color is related with. Can a dark color be powerful too, like yellow, red or other vivid colors? Yes it can because it’s MAGICAL, MYSTICAL, POWERFUL, in its own way.
We fear darkness because it doesn’t shine, we fear it because our ability to see shrinks more and more as it gets darker. Yet, the darkness makes us see things we couldn’t see in a sunny day. In every black moment there is a light that is guiding us through life. How else could we see those beautiful fireworks in a bright day? How else could we recognize those mystical fireflies by daylight? How else could we make a wish after seeing ...
I lay there holding the shards of my broken heart,
and loving you with all of the little pieces.
Being a different breed is not a bad aspect, in fact it’s one of the few compliments that I can give to someone. In simple terms it means that you are not like the norm. You don’t fit in a genre, a class or a stereotype even though you can portray to fit in or others proclaim you are what you are...in a sense you are part of the world's black sheep.
As you know, you are a someone who is hard to read, everyone sees the shell of a person but very few see the depth of what lies beneath it - those walls that formed over time based on your life experiences.
Even I have a hard time figuring you out which frustrates me at times as it’s new...
Some aspects I get right, but others I read wrong....
How can you hope to
put out the fire when you can't
even quell the flames?
#fire #CMNounChallenge #WritingPrompts
I always dreamt of building a home,
With French windows and garden gnomes,
A little puppy named coco,
Sitting under the painting of Van Gogh,
A book in a hand and spectacles hanging low,
Lazing on a swing at the patio,
But then he comes and wraps his arms around,
The one who doesn’t mind being my clown,
It is then I see in his charms,
Home has always been in his arms.
Your caress reaches to the core of my heart
To you I reveal my innermost feelings
Your touch soothes me when I am plagued by doubt
You are my purpose in life
With you I achieve my dreams
With you I reach for the stars
Together we can overcome any unforseen obstacles
For your caress reaches to the core of my heart
You keep me holding on
To something I can’t define.
Is it love?
How can I know?
Bottled Up Feelings
just can’t help it.
We just have to do
what we have to do,
and trust that others
Note to self:
On this journey of self discovery please begin with acceptance - Your anger is your biggest enemy.
PS - Change begins with looking within.
I found depression in my mothers knuckles
And behind my fathers smile
Sometimes it hits you for no reason
And sometimes despite the sun
You can't find the light
But that’s alright.
Setbacks are designed to test our commitment for our goal, not to prevent us from achieving it.
Just because it doesn’t work out initially, should not justify any reason to stop the pursuit of anything that we are passionate about achieving. We all have a starting point, but how we define why “we will never stop” will ultimately determine the results we experience before they happen!
We’ve all been blinded by the blanket of emotions that comes from falling down the precipice of union into love. While we only have one word for it, the ancient Greeks in their pursuit of wisdom and self-understanding, found seven different varieties of love that we all experience at some point:
EROS (EROTIC LOVE)
MANIA (OBSESSIVE LOVE)
STORGE (FAMILIAR LOVE)
LUDUS (PLAYFUL LOVE)
PRAGMA (ENDURING LOVE)
PHILAUTIA (SELF LOVE)
PHILIA (AFFECTIONATE LOVE)
AGAPE (SELFLESS LOVE)
Choose one as your topic and use it as the title of your poem or short story.
Tag your letter, "love".
It is not easy, it was never meant to be easy, when tribulation strikes
Do not for a second suppress it, let it out, SCREAM if you need to, weep, immerse yourself in you despair
Once you’ve felt it all so deeply that it numbs you, you can finally begin to heal, introspection will occur and you’ll find the strength to move on, in so doing you will regain your will to...
These scars that you see,
Are mortal gifts,
They don't bother me at all,
Will fade away with time,
From my body and mind!
The ones that haunt me,
Are the ones you don't see,
Still raw, still sore,
On my soul I brave,
They'll accompany me to my grave!