I was brought up with stern look
And quick punishment
Because I was there.
I was brought up
I was brought up to stand tall
And hide the hurt.
I’ve always been very good
Debbie O Bottled Up Feelings
| Memories |
Memories are made of something peculiar trying to catch them can be dangerous.
The good ones, they're hard to catch.
The bad ones, on the other hand they're even harder to keep away.
Childhood was better
Than being an adult .
Atleast we had wounds
Only on our knees . 😓
I met a memory today. I met a memory today, soft as dew. Yes, it had been a while. Eight years, to be precise. My eyes danced in joy, in gratitude as I saw her for the first time in a very long time. Yes, it was way back in school. It was back in those playful and silly days when she made the most sense. Yes, amidst all the madness, all the immature childishness, she made sense. Being with her made sense. Being called by her made sense. She was special in a child's mind. Yes, she was a priceless possession. I loved the way she smiled, the same way she does even today! Those eyes behind the spectacles still pop out the same. Yes, her hair has grown longer, yes, she epitomises enigma. Yes, back...
Even after deleting every picture from my phone, Its difficult to delete some faces from mind.
To the guy who just stopped caring:
We were once a thing, you and me, we were one. So happy together, little moments we shared always made my day. Just seeing you makes me feel giddy and gay. A simple text Hello means everything to me. We were so in love, we make memories out of everything.
With just three letters, one word: BYE. It all end.
We’ve had some great times. I’m so glad that when things seem to be going awry I can look to you for instant flashbacks. It’s in those moments I can bask in happy memories and remember that I’m capable of spontaneous smile lines.
I’m just...starting to notice that sometimes when thoughts are too quiet for you, you give me whiplash. Snatching me back to what ifs and almosts, pinning me down on a roller coaster of bad memory lane which causes domino effect syndrome. There is no concern for my sensitive stomach, heart, or mind. You just jolt me there and then leave me futuristically blind. It starts to feel like all I’ll ever have is now and then. I can’t live like this. Stagnancy ...
To What Extent Do We Have in Our Destiny and How Much Lies in Fate?
To Whomever Will Hear Me,
I’ll tell you a little story about myself that isn’t so pretty. It’s not happy, it’s not rainbows, unicorns, sunshine, cotton candy, stars or moons or even sunshine.
It’s dark, it’s taboo, it’s sad, it’s frightening, heartbreaking, it’s evil at its finest at play and no one wants to hear it, no one helped.
I am the byproduct of an unloving family. I’m am the dirty little secret, I am the blame and shame, the biggest let down, the forbidden, the problem, the outcast.
My parents divorced when I was around 2.. my mother remarried a man that absolutely loathed me and took every opportunity when she...
My day and my night.
I wake up. Peek through the window...out to the open...the sky is blue today... I let out a prayer...to keep love safe... in earth as well as in heaven...
Out of some old unending habit...I go the gallery of my phone...smart phone it is. It keeps old photographs as fresh as new ones...
I make me some coffee and try to begin the day...
Somewhere I keep going back to all those memories.
Death is a strange thing.
It takes the person away, leaving behind the essence.
The mind is smarter, more than smart phones, for it plays the same moments over and over again. Imagination or probably hallucinations brings back everything.
Reality ceases to exi...
Phir le aaya Dil majboor kya kije... Raas na aaya rehna door kya kije...
It was the summer of 20's when I first saw those dreamy eyes. And ever since I saw them I haven't felt more captivated again. We both closed the book altogether to find a new story. But I guess I never escaped those holds of your glance. I will blame your magnetic charm once again.
Krtey hain hum aaj qubool kya kije... Ho gayi thi jo humse bhool kya kije...
People often say that such meetings are mistake. And every time I try to include you in the 'A mistake! Learn from it.' list I feel weak. Inch by inch. When you invest lot more than what you have on a 0% rate of interest you turn out bankrupt at times. Guess the s...
The saddest moments in life
Can have the largest effects
On your happiest memories
De nuevo en mi país.
De nuevo en casa, agradecida por regresar con bien.
Regrese sola por mis medios, como siempre debió ser porque...
Aún tengo que mentalizarme que nadie me espera y nadie está al pendiente. Solo un ser, que no es humano... pero es mi compañía .
Mi Golden Retriever, Leah.
Cuando María decidió irse, una amiga me pregunto - Y la pensión por Leah? - yo solo le vi y le dije... creo que ya la olvido tanto como a mi.
Son cosas tan significativas e importantes para mi... ir sola a comprar la comida de mi perro?! Que en su momento fue “nuestro”?! Es tan complicado aún lidiar con el dolor.
Para ustedes tal vez no impacte de la misma forma que a mi, pero si se los cuento es ...
I might have found the path,
But im sure where to go.
Memories may fade away,
But i will imagine you in the rainbow.
Late night conversations may end,
But weather will always come and go.
Since the day you left,
I haven't slept for a year or so.
It was too hot for clothes,
The power was out
And the breeze wickedly still,
With pain in her eyes and beads of sweat round her neck
She whispered to herself a song from her subconscious
"Fall down fall from grace
A long way from your embrace
Hold me and shield my face
Cover me from my disgrace
And keep me warm in your embrace"
Slowly tears of memories lost traveled down her cheeks and emptiness filled the spaces within,
she turned to her side and let out a mournful cry of a lover lost and friends that died the aching her chest surpassed the heat that she felt, the throbbing pain she felt came as no surprise to her one would think that by now she'd at least be used to the pain,
but like ...
counted seconds in minutes,
dark rooms sparked a birth of flames.
it sizzled regret, at least, until the morning.
& guilt clouded all thoughts—
I sit here and I reflect.
I sit here and I continue to pray; at this point I've lost count.
I sit here and I hope.
I do these because I want to be better to you. I can't take back what I said or what I did. But I want to make things right. I want to fix us.
Do you ever
hear my name
and feel yesterday
kick you in the heart?
Do you feel an aching twinge in your chest?
Do you ever feel a huge rush and then a let down when you remember how things ended?
Do hear someone laugh and think about all the things we laughed at?
Do you feel the presence of my emptiness in your bed?
Do you know-
that I think about you too?
Each memory is a different shade of blue.
fractured secrets washed
over your eyes,
you bled onto polaroids of
disposable promises &
through plastic smiles w/ contempt masked in day... you
played wicked games.
& it all ended
as i took the aim.
San Salvador día #2
Amar para mi se definió en cosas pequeñas:
Bailar en medio de un parqueo después de una linda cena.
Recordarle siempre llevar un suéter.
Salir un día corriendo de la oficina porque estaba sola en una clínica con el suero en sus venas.
Besar su cuello para que su perfume se quedara en mi nariz.
Regalarle 2 playeras de Batman con nuestra fecha impresa.
Compartir cereal como cena en un hotel 5 estrellas.
Verla mejorar su pasos de baile.
Sus notitas en italiano diciendo que me amaba.
Pensar siempre en ella al despertar y al dormir.
Que nunca le hiciera falta una botella de agua en cada entreno o partido.
Abrazarla como oso al dormir juntas aunque ella pareciera una bolsita t...
lonesome nights solaced
aching hearts, faded & vanished. it
sanity in sadness
that burned the flame: sparked and warmed the ice
the touch of your words etched
till morning came.
and I began.