I don't belong indoors
Boxed in by four walls
Feels like I'm being crushed
Not for me at all
So one night I took leave
You swore I couldn't
With the rain pouring down
You thought I wouldn't
My dear how you were wrong
Summoned by this storm
I pried free from your grasp
Ran straight out the door
You may think I wander
But this is my home
I will follow the rain
I'm never alone
By Kinky Eskimo
(Written long ago regarding a past relationship that hurt me but published today, as I’m cleaning up my closet so to speak so I can make room for the things I love that don’t hurt me)
I miss you so much.
I feel as though my body is nothing but an empty vessel devoid of all things...
Empty where there once used to be so much of us I kept contained within the space between my skin and my bones.
We were so much more than where we’re at during this moment.. two people who connected and now here we are turning into strangers... I hate it.
I thought about calling.. but remembered the reason we are worlds apart to begin with.. it’s sad that even when I’m with you I...
As a writer, I'm struggling to write the single most difficult letter of character to the federal courts for my son Jake, who is facing the loss of his freedom for the next five years in a federal prison...
The words are there but Im feeling overwhelmed, anxious, I woke up with a whirlwind of intense sadness. I didn't raise a criminal, he doesn't deserve to go to prison... He's a productful member of our society and upstanding citizen of this country. A single man, who grew up in a struggling single parent household where love bonded us and money eluded is but somehow we survived.
He has never been in trouble before, not even a speeding ticket. He has never bee...
What does it mean to be free?
Is it peace?
What is peace?
Is it when my screams stops?
Why do I scream?
Are they a lash out of my fears or my truth?
What is the truth?
A lifeless life waiting for death, or a dead life waiting for a sign of life?
What is life?
People? Ambitions? Money?
Happiness could bring life to a dead one by admission of
truths that could stop my woeful screams.
Maybe then I could be peaceful.
Maybe then I could be free.
Drowning while waiting isn't a bad thing.
Maybe drowning is the answer to it all.
The hot summer sun is shining.
I watch the day through my window.
I think about going outside.
I am comfortable inside.
I find peace in the beauty of the day.
I enjoy the quiet and warmth.
My heart feels light.
My head feels calm.
True beauty belongs to nature.
It is the purest form.
Love the day and enjoy the peace.
Alcohol might not be the direct cause, but it has always been a common factor amongst all the stories about domestic violence and abuses...
There's a reason why I stay far, far away from it...
The more you ignore me
Moreover, you will want me
And then when I will ignore you
At the time you will understand
That ignoring is not a solution
Nither in love and nor in hate.
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Wait, don’t embrace haste. For now she is living her life. Only the way she captains, the way, a choice not a burden or strife. Let her walk, the majestic stride. Let her legs to the new courses abide.
Wait, let her lead. For she is pure, her soul a sieve. Let her sing her own song. She is mastering the world the way received. Let her feel the love which she has to see. Let the love open portals for her, the love yet to be. The lashes of her eyes by some they smudge. Let her live, let her lead, don’t judge. For how long must she ally tempest audacity, hey world, why lampoon her vivacity?
Wait, don’t blame her. For she is her own vindication. Let her prove her might, so...
I fall in love as naturally as breathing
With the curl of your smirk
With light flickering behind delighted eyes
With your kindness and compassion
I write little love stories about each on them on scraps of hope
And tuck them under the seams of my heart for safe keeping
"While he was feeling better... Something was still giving him anxiety. He couldn't understand what it was until he opened that book. Something fell out and as he picked it up from the ground..."
It was an old Polaroid photo. It depicted what appeared to be a scene taken from the window of a house. Behind the glass was an old dusty road, with a large tree with bare branches. In the background behind the road was a landscape of dry cracked dirt, and in the distance the visage of one or two other houses could be seen. Framing this bleak landscape was the window frame - chipped white paint, steaks of dust. He noticed the bottom part of the frame had dozens of nails hammered in.
Oh mother Luna
Who are you? What is happening to my heart? What is my mind trying to say? How? How can I be drowning like this?
What is this?
I need help. I want you, I need me, I want us. But what do I really need? Who do I need? Am I even truly myself? Living hidden and also in the spotlight. What's my freedom? Is it even that? How am I supposed to be me when I shouldn't be me?
Ugh. Why am I not clear? Why can't I be clear? So many questions, so many assumptions and yet NO ANSWER.
Nothing is there, nothing is here, nothing is left.
Oh mother Luna, I your child needs your guidance. I need your help. I need clarification, stability. I need you to lead me to find myself. Please mother he...
Before there was you
The sunshine radiated upon me
I opened my eyes every morning
There wasn't an ounce of regret
Never did I pray to remain in the dark
My heart beat for purpose
No racing adrenaline to escape
Before there was you
I dreamt of immortality
I prayed for unrequited love
I held on to the purity of my yearning for love from a man who wouldn't cease for one moment
Before there was you
I was rarely unhappy
My smile was my trademark
Now, it serves as my dark mask
To hide the overwhelming sadness smothering me beneath
Sucking away the essence of my life
Siphoning positive and negative energy alike
Before there was you
My soul was abundant with light and love, peace and clarity
You see a whole new world when you travel alone. Nothing can make you feel stronger more confident and more alive than travelling to a distant land all on your own.
So to all souls out there, the broken, the under confident, the lost, the confused and also to the ones who are just bored ..go on now...pack your bag and go somewhere far...switch off your mobile...be lost to the world and be born again to yourself.. I promise you will come back and thank me.
P.S: Girls please keep you eyes open for this journey. You need no one to protect you. We are born with the instinct to know what and who is wrong so be safe and enjoy.
The essence of 'Love' is metamorphosed. I strongly imbibe the fact that love is one of the most arduous and difficult feelings which can be felt by the contours of the heart and has the ability to manipulate the total configuration of it. But, on the flipside, nothing worth having comes easy. There slowly reveals a colossal amount of ups and downs, arguments, mishaps and what not. To those who are still in love, don't fret, let love do it's work. All you have to do is listen to that wise counsel from the heart, and if it speaks of something otherwise, leave. Don't settle. But don't be skeptically inclined to 'Love'. Love isn't easy, but true love is worth falling and soaring for.
And to thos...
I remember the day I first walked into that little chapel in the convent hostel and shared my miseries with you. I was devastated. I had no friends to rely on. Strangers weren't kind. I was missing my dad. It was then I reached out to you for help. Since then you've been conversing with me, guiding me and filling me with wisdom, courage and patience. Could I ask for more? Our relationship is unbreakable. It's because you love me unconditionally and you're so forgiving unlike me. That little faith I had in you saved me from all the troubles. I still remember how I would fool dad whenever he asked me to read the Bible. I would skip so many lines and tell him that I had finished read...
Let's just be kind and help one another.
I often see a lot of anger in people. People on roads, in driveways, malls and everywhere possible. Everyone wants to be selfish and just get their work done and move on with life. Rarely do we come across people who are ready to listen to others and do whatever they could to help the other. It need not be a monetary help always but sometimes all people crave for is someone to listen to them and tell them that the world still loves you. And that they are not alone in this rat race.
Many of us are blessed with a lot of good things that the other people might not even know how it feels like to have those things. Yet we take so many for granted. Imagin...
"For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others for their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."
Alot has happened lately, so much that my heart began to hurt.
This verse has been on my mind recently, and it helped me realize what I needed to do.
I need to forgive.
Forgive those who hurt me far more than they ever imagined, more than I ever thought was possible.
So this letter is not only for my penpals, this is for every person whom hurt me, for every person who is hurt or has hurt someone.
I forgive you. I pray you find peace, happiness, mercy.
Tears hesitated to
trickle down my face
upon remembering how much I’ve loved you.
Fighting the confusion
between joy and sorrow
my heart, warm yet cold
struggled to stay alive.
Soul in exile, a battle won and war lost,
I beget freedom.
There is true freedom
in knowing I have
no love left to give you.