"One story with 15 phrases and sentences"
"Mistake of trust".
One word: Trust
Two words :Trusted life
Three words: I have trusted
Four words: I have trusted her
Five words: I have trusted her eyes
Six words: I have fallen for her dearly
Seven words: I have seen she likes
Eight words: it works for many days,
lastly a day,
Nine words: came, I decided to tell
her about my feelings
Ten words: endearing, tender, loving
vibe clutter inside to beckon for her,
Eleven words: day has come,
I have said everything, then we got apart,
Twelve words: Heart Broken and time stops later, she said "am engaged with someone
who is that (Someone) was ...
You dont get it,
I see what im doing to myself,
I see what im doing to you,
I know i need to gain a stone or two,
I know what im doing is wrong,
I know, you know,
What you dont know is,
I awake every day in disgust,
I know im skinny, yet i hate my fat,
I tell myself i should eat,
I find excuses not to,
Ive taught myself not to be hungry,
You may think im crazy, or insane,
I see what im doing,
I just cant seem to change my way of thinking,
And I guess that's how you know you're in love...
When every thing that crosses your mind includes them .
The only understanding i dealt, were of a contradictory opinion.
"Happy World Theatre Day".
Theatre is a purest art of drama. Perhaps,
It is a form of elements,
switches on the connection
plugger between the performing empathy with a direct narrator, reflects outer expression of a deeper thought in a form of frames discover a spirituality is called a visual form of frames is anticipated by a real forms of life.
"Theatre is also a Virtual
world of reading by
a chapter of visualizing ."
Theatre is that place where you get to quests your self discovery
"to know you in a
portrayer form of drama.
Theatre is also another
" Sacred place of life".
"Happy World Theatre Day".
A dark day
The room, dark.
The sky, covered.
The curtains, drawn.
The ground, wet.
The temperature, cold.
The room is shadowed in darkness.
The sky covered by a blanket of gray clouds.
The curtains are drawn to a close.
The ground is damp from the dew.
The temperature stills everything on the outside.
I hated the idea of embarrassment
not because I was often so
but because I hated the idea
of the person I loved
looking at me with pity in her eyes
pity in his eyes
pity in their eyes
at me trying my best to play
waiting for someone to love me
the way I love them
Perhaps more challenging than waiting: packing.
I hate packing. I lose sleep over the contents of a suitcase.
I've moved five times in my life, four within the state, and most have been close to one another. Through that though I have learned something: you never realize what you don't want until you have to stick it in nice, orderly boxes and leave a location.
Prepping to move 3400 miles away is another level of stress. What do you take? How many pairs of pants does one gal need? (The answer is a large number that surprised even me..)
If nothing else... I am learning to be patient. This is something I'm sure my husband appreciates. :)
Dear Letter Writers,
Where hath thou gone? Mundane everyday people, who write letters for ordinary purposes - Are you there?
I have some letters my parents wrote me a long time ago. They wrote about what the cat did, how much it snowed and how the washing machine broke - you know - Things such as this. In a word - "LIFE". My Dad is an excellent letter writer. He always had something funny to say (I mean, write) and he is a thousand times funnier on paper than in person.
Aren't we all? HAHAHAHAHA!!
Yes, my real letters have a lot of HAHAHAHA in them. (We didn't have LOL back in the olden days! HAHAHAHA!!!)
I have been writing him letters my whole life. He doesn't hav...
A gaping hole in my heart
A burning hatred in my chest
A scream held in my throat
And a love I’ll never get to express.
So what is it?
What does she have that I don’t?
Is it beauty?
Is it grace?
Is it love?
Is it fate?
Does she make you laugh, like no one else?
Does she hold your hand when you get scared?
Why does she get a piece of you
When I’m the one that deserves you?
What does she have
That I don’t?
What can I change?
I love you.
Isn’t that enough?
The leaves blow freely in the wind,
The gails battering the branches,
The trunk still standing,
Fighting against the natural war.
The wind begins to slow,
The leaves still,
The branches left broken,
The trunk has won yet again another battle.
The tree survived,
Only with few bruises,
The guard stands tall for another day.
Would you want to know?
Have you every wondered what youd have been like today if you had made different choices through out your life?
What if you preferred tea over coffee?
Would you still have the same personality traits?
The tiniest changes can have the biggest effects,
However, i am happy being me,
I dont think id change anything, but maybe the other me would have been a better person.
Or maybe the other me could be pure evil.
If i had a chance to find out i wouldnt.
I made my choices for a reason even if i regret my choices i wouldnt want to change them,
They were right at the time,
That must count for something.
It’s like this : a seed is planted;
and that seed is given sustenance for growth;
and that growth blossoms a perennial flower;
that flower falls asleep at dusk and wakes at dawn;
day after day, night after night until winter comes;
and when it comes the flower hides itself for a stretched moment of time;
a time when the sun warms us all and the cycle starts over;
in fast forward amongst all the memories and the thoughts mulled over;
all those forces that belong with your gray matter and your sparkling neurons… spiral;
they spiral in that same cycle over and over and you can’t grasp one moment;
you just keep spiraling and keep cycling;
The rain is pouring,
Hammering on the window,
The droplets glisten as they glide down the glass,
Leaving a watery snail trail behind,
The heavens have opened,
The sad clouds releasing stress,
Allowing water like tears to fall from above,
It drowns us,
Creating ocean like features around us,
Dragging us under,
Camouflaging our own tears,
The clouds taking the blame for our own fears.
You must have self love for your life
You will stay away from your own
and will never come again,
the place where
Your heart will be alone
Love Yourself first, rest the world.
I will honor you when I end who I used to be. With pride and gratitude I will carry your name.
For every stroke my pen makes, feel the way the nib scratches the paper. I'm scraping my fingernails from inside the coffin I put myself in.
For every time the ink pools soaking the paper, feel the wetness of my tears.
For every page I fill with words, one day you'll get to read, hear my voice shake as I tell you the greatest acts of love are the hardest to commit.
You will be in every book written with my new name... I promise you that.
Do you think I’m funny?
Do you think I’m cute?
Do you like talking to me?
Do you look forward to seeing me?
Do you care about my life?
Do you wonder if I’m doing okay?
Do you ever miss me?
Because I do...
I cant explain it really,
Its like my heart gets displaced,
And forgets why its beating,
Everything shifts inside me,
Every plan, every promise, every destination
Thrown out of a window like a sink thrown out of sinking ship desperate to stay afloat,
So who am I? am I the captain of this boat or am I the boat?
Will this ship go down with Me or
Will I go down with my Captain?
It is the creeky and leaky wood that caused this collapse in the first place,
it was not misled or misguided in any way by its captain,
It is me that is broken, and weak, letting in small slits of you until finally,
You completely consume me ,
and surround my every corner with your immense and powerful waves of love,...