DO YOU REMEMBER (FINAL)
Do you remember the day you held my hand for the first time and i took it back instantly and you asked me why did i do so . I said you I'm scared people hold hand for now not for too long .
Do you remember when our eyes first meant you said i have the most beautiful eyes in the world, and now you don’t even want to see those eyes for a second.
Do you remember when you said your smile lights up my world, but see I'm not smiling and still you live your life in the most beautiful manner.
Do you remember when you said you won't let me cry, and now you became the reason for my tears.
Do you remember when we use to walk and you use to leave me in between without noticing wh...
Semanas complicadas, donde mi paz mental huido. Noches sin dormir esperando ese día, lágrimas caían todas esas madrugadas en solo pensar en que iba a decir, preocupaciones que no dejaban dormir, dolores de cabeza que hacían los días interminables.
Mi parte humana me estaba venciendo, no se veía la inteligencia emocional por ningún lugar.
Llegó el día, parecía fuerte que hasta yo mismo al verme al espejo eso pensé, si, eso era lo que proyectaba.
A simple vista podían observar en mí un caballero sereno, serio, articulando con toda propiedad, siguiendo la ética en todo momento.
Cuando pensé que había hecho bien las cosas, que sentía un alivio por dentro porque se acaba esa pesadilla que viví...
There are days I never wanna sleep and there are days when I never wanna wake up.
Lately, I’ve been catching myself staring at the ceiling in the darkness.
I have to use earbuds and turn on music, in order to drown out the thoughts nowadays.
At least it helps put me to sleep at some point.
Sometimes you shouldn't share your thoughts, your feelings,
sometimes you just have to accept, right?
What you have to accept that is not for anyone else to say. If you don't tell your partner everything that you are feeling, thinking, worrying about, then you are not fully connected.
When you have lost everything, but you still manage to find someone who makes you wanna get up and live another day you will do everything you can to hold on to them, even if it means burying a piece of yourself in the process.
Call it the conspiring universe or they might call it luck
Or belief in God.
But how beautiful is it that we all bend our heads
close our eyes,
all in front of an unknown, unseen faith,
trust, belief or superstition.
Bending the knees at an altar;
To close our eyes and blow the candle,
to wish hard;
To flip a coin into the clear fountain.
How breathtakingly human
that we find strength in mere words and thoughts,
that we achor ourselves when the sea is wild with nothing as support
except the trust in a part of the unending universe;
that we believe has the power to make everything right,
power to conspire to make things happen, as beautiful as our imaginations.
We need hope for the world,
More than what we have,
To sustain injuries,
Mourn the departed,
And save as many lives as we can,
Wiser the choices,
At the cost of personal sacrifice,
It’s better to be safe than sorry,
With more kindness in our hearts,
And growing consideration,
For death knows no religion, no age, no bias,
Stay home stay indoors,
Cause death is knocking on your door.
I showed her I loved her by my actions, not just my words.
I made it abundantly clear, that my heart lied with hers.
It was in the way that I looked at her, and the way that I lit up.
She was the only one in the room, the rest was just made up.
I used to hold and kiss her hand while we drove into the morning sun.
While we laughed and reminisced over the previous nights fun.
She was always the perfect date, and I’d do anything to make sure she knew.
That she was more than just a “date” she was everything I wanted, come true.
Everything’s gonna be alright, okay?
Just hold on tight. :)))
Tiempo al tiempo y fé.
Fé en que al cabo de esa puesta de sol, todo estará mejor.
Que ese sabor agridulce se convertirá en simples recuerdos sin dolor.
THOUGHT THAT HIT.
is an expression that teaches us one important lesson for life. If you don't put it all out, you are gonna stink from within. Stuffing it all in, things just get worse. It's okay if it's hard to, somedays. Learn to push. Once you express out, you will feel free. Oh, and there are days that'll make it nonstop. Don't try shutting it off. Let it flow. What needs to be flushed out, just has to be. Keeping it in because it looks and feels uncomfortable , will do no good. Just let it go. You are doing yourself and the ones around, a great act of goodness. Keep doing it.
And one last thing, try applying the same technique with emotions too.
Helps, you know? 🙃
Once you gain clarity in your mind and peace in your heart, the path towards your soulmate becomes more apparent. But if you continue to hold on to many toxic emotions, your heart and mind will struggle to see into anybody’s soul clearly. @PLECCA
The exhilaration takes hold in waves
catapulting our heroes to undreamt levels
and onto unsought(?) heights of divinity
prescribing roles not meant to be grasped
in the slippery grip of humanity
we carve them into imperfect idols
saddled with our lofty ideologies
misaligned and undesired
a receptacle for our adulation...
at least until the facade begins to crack
revealing creatures of flesh and blood
subject to the same sins as everyone
and we scream and wail our discontent
How dare they betray our worship
with their shortcomings?!
Another casualty of popular opinion
led to the firing line for abject failure
as an ill-conceived deity
leaving us with self-inflicted scars
searching for the n...
we are all elegant fury
and dismantled dreams
against a broken system,
caged birds kept behind
we sought the gardens
and found ourselves bound
to the mistakes of yesterday,
in the age of imposters
and now, we are addicted
to prozac promises and xanax lies
because we can’t swallow
the bitter truth
that change will never happen
if we can’t break free
- ashley jane
i’ve always been fascinated
by the kind of art others don’t appreciate,
the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall,
the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars
i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined,
the stuff we share thinking no one will notice
(but still hoping they will)
we shed layers of pain with ink and paint
baring the real ness that lies underneath it all
there is so much power in the words we never said
because we were too afraid of being judged
that’s when we put our heart and soul on exhibit
behind the grit and grime
truth runs free
- ashley jane
New Delhi, India
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
was as fresh as the bright blue sky.
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
when I look up to them
I feel a sense of connection
that can't be broken by anyone
And when I see her face
I got to that special place
where there is no returning back
until she turns away.
Oh! Don't you see?!
You're the prettiest person I have laid my eyes on
You're the prettiest person I have set my eyes on.
Humanity has collapsed,
All that is there is hatred,
In words, in papers ,in news,
In posts, videos and views.
The cruelty in judgement,
Turning errors into crimes,
Not giving a damn not a dime!
Brutality is the new concept,
Violence is the new nature.
We are painting a picture
With blood stains and torn skins,
Maybe the time has come, to pay for our sins.
Turning against each other
Is the last nail in the coffin.
So we prey on the weaks
And humiliate the supposed inferiors,
We choke the rebels and
Hang the good warriors
We seize the control and
Decide their last breaths.
As our sensitively shreds!
Venom in the jokes,
Disgust in the voices,
Wrong and wrong
Are the only choices.
Nature has ...