You are my saddest hymn. The oddest number out of my many. The one that makes me numb to anyone that isn’t you. You are an old friend that I’ll never know again, the song I can’t remember the title of and the thunderstorm that blows strong enough to shake a home. You have shifted my foundation forever. One day I will learn to forget you. One day I’ll be an old woman and I’ll remember just how much fun we had. I won’t cry, but I’ll laugh. I’ll laugh because you are my saddest hymn. The oddest number out of my many. The one that never loved me.....
I have glided through unforseen events,
Like the winter breze glides upon leaves.
Making little noise but mostly being cool to the touch.
I did not linger or examine what i left behind, just went on and on and on.
When the time came for summer it eluded me.
I was like a reptile unable to hold on to the warmth.
But then spring came......
If You want to know the Power feel it!!
A Love and Strength from a girl Keeps you alive.
May all my efforts transmit you in form of power and energy to your body and soul. I wish I soak all the darkness from your soul and enlighten with the power of spirituality and strengthen...
Y luego de aquella espera de las que eternas parecen, aquel gigante que dormido yacía en su jardín, despertó ante la llegada de quien acababa con su agónica espera: La Realidad; quien al fin daba cobijo y sustento a su más grande anhelo: en sus lares gozar el mágico y grácil volar de su mariposa tornasol, única capaz de provocar el extasis en sus ojos y en su pecho avasallante dicha. Inexorablemente, junto a Realidad, había llegado su hermana Tiempo y décadas en segundos convirtió, al ordenar la partida de su amada colores tornasol. El ya sabía que con un enorme y soñado regalo, adjunto suele acompañarse de una inconmensurable tristeza. Y mientras observaba aquellos mágicos colores alejarse d...
One of the worst feelings ever is being in your own house and feeling like you need to go home!
Dear First Love,
Years have gone by, tears aren't anymore glued to my eyes.
My vision is no more murky, but the memories of the past have faded with each passing night.
But the habit of praying for your
well-being still ignite the memories of "friendship" I experienced.
Hope our paths don't cross in this life time again, I'm okay being your well wisher because now I have a new "ship" to sail.
The SHIP which is just mine, and I'm no more willing to sacrifice for a pirate or iceberg!
Experience will allow me to sail it right and soon I'll reach my La La Land!
My Inner Thoughts
An addict dating an addict... it’s not always easy to keep in mind the love you found before all the hurtful words were said, it’s hard to find your cuddle in the flail you’re bound to, it’s hard finding time for one another when you can’t keep your eyes open because you’re on day #4... so when you’re gone all the time, to me it seems like you’re finding every excuse to be away from me, because when an addict dates an addict it’s not always easy keeping in mind the love before it’s all said && done.
In all honesty, my addiction is to you, if all the walls were to fall around us today, my home still stands because my home is with you.
If we were to lose everything in the ...
Seeing that picture of you with him was like a punch straight to my heart.
But I’ve kept my feelings buried, and convinced myself my love for you would never be enough.
You see, I’ve been conditioned from my experiences to believe that I’m not worthy of love.
But I’m reconditioning myself, & focusing on my inner healing.
When it comes to you & I, I have to accept that there’s been too much inconsistency. I want someone that is crazy about me, & someone I don’t have to constantly wonder about where their head is at.
You have a type, and I’m different from what you know. The funny thing is, the same thing can be said for me.
You are not my type, but when I’m with you I feel at ease. ...
Those romantic evenings
Those nights of romance
Those dance nights with him
Those long talks on calls
Those silly reasons to text
Those memories of being with him
She mesmerise all those things
Which kept them together for years
But not for too long
I am back again after a long break.
Everytime when i am back i try to interact with you all but I don’t get any good response.
To connect , it is important to know each other.
I am giving another try ,
If it goes well, then al good
And if not then i will write letters randomly and lets see when i will have all ears.
Anxiety to the fullest. Stress is here.
My mind runs in circles, had a long day.
I feel so far from perfect. I feel like i'm getting
consumed in this misery. Nervous. Panic. Anxiety.
Worry. Afraid. gets worse and worse. I'm tired of crying.
I can't accept myself. I feel like dying inside. It's nobody's
fault but my own. It's my own actions that make me
feel incomplete, that make me insane. I get tired of
hearing negative voices, It worries me when they sound
just like my own voice. I worked so hard on getting these
voices away, what happened to my fantasty of make believe
that I was normal like you?
I feel so close to the edge that I may take a nose dive.
I feel trapped in...
whats a friend when they arent really there for you
whats a drug when it still keeps you wrapped in your thoughts
and all you're looking for is an escape
whats the point in love when you're fighting and arguing
throwing punches and ughs
i dont know what i'm going to do i tell my self i'm never going to do this again when i really needed help you werent there
i get these voices in my head
i dont want to hear your mouth.
why the fuck you got to get me started
i want to skip the talking and just get this drug
i dont know what i'm going to do without this smoke
i feel like i'm my only friend and even i'm against myself
Angels don't fly.
I'm all out of wishes, follow me to the dark i'...
And high heels
Waiting for her love
In the hall of her home
Mesmerising their meeting
One year ago
Empuña la pluma, con ese denodado esfuerzo por declarar un criterio, describir una presencia: un tangible que sobrepasa de sus medidas la escala. Menuda tarea, un embrollo de letras y magnitudes varias resulta. Su mano de a poco se congela, extensión de una razón que se sabe superada en exceso, una pluma vacía de aquella tinta que plasma un sentir en letra escrita. Y cuando su mente desierta del verbo abandona el cometido, sus adentros apenas logran comparar su beldsd y valía, con ese arcoíris que colorea la gris tristeza que agrieta el alma. Con ese horizonte infinito entre mar y tierra que extasiado se admira sin descanso. Ese cielo azul color, algodonado en rebosante cantidad, frente al ja...
In the meadows
With him,she felt the love of him
In the meadows
she was filled with mystery
While staring at him
In the meadows
She felt his emotions
While held his hand
In the meadows
they spent the time together
Away from the crowd
To express their feelings
Though today was different
as she wanted to feel his body on hers
While he desired the same
By the fire,in the meadows
they promised to be in love forever
The Retrieved SOUL
The limited me, the limited you, can ignite the residue.
Let the past burn, but this time with the facts and no chapter will be due.
Be the passage for my bloom and not for my DOOM.
The key is in your hands, unlock the right door this blue moon!
There's no worse feeling than being told that your thoughts and emotions are invalid - that you should just "get your shit together, it's not that hard."
If only that were true...
45 days and still counting...have not stepped out of my home..even for once..something which I haven't done in my lifetime..but have to do it now..because there are people who are dependent on us..and are vunerable..If a mother cant take care of a child..cant be near him..who else will?
I cant fathom what it will be like to live in isolation..and the child will feel like he's being punished that his mom has just vanished..and not around when he needs her the most..
It makes me think..of those covid19 affected mothers who are staying in isolation..far away from children and family..the pain would be unbearable..not because of the virus in the body..but the missing sight of our own family..
Lately, comfort resides in the sound of your voice,
your laughter finds my ears
like the first time you kissed my head.
The silent pauses between us,
somehow feel like your fingertips-
exploring my skin for the very first time.
You feel so familiar,
like we have long been dancing to the same song our bodies have known since the beginning.
A collision of time;
reminding me that nothing is linear.
Eyes are deceitful,
One must learn to feel with their souls essence.
When we have mastered this new way of being,
It is then, that we will truly be able to see one another
-diary of goddess