Kindness is the key to understanding; understanding is the key to compassion; compassion is the key to empathizing; empathizing is the key to love; love is the key to happiness.
Sometimes peace comes from hell.
From a very dark place.
From that space between
something and nothing.
Sometimes its found in pain.
In that space between knowing
Sometimes my peace is hell.
- Tasha T.
People who are out of the norm are wonderful, special, beautiful, gorgeous and so much more. Look yourself into the mirror, there is just one version of you, also if you are twins. Love yourself for who you are.
And do you know why?
Because you have something that others don’t have. To fit in a society is not always easy but remember that one should accept oneself first, so that others can then accept you. We are unique souls wandering through life. We should set aside prejudices to let our community grow because at the end we are all learning from each other.
You might be good at something but there will be another one who is good in something else and by taking that as a chance to bui...
What is your point of view on this...
When someone likes you and likes to spend time with you but she/he is unsure if those feelings are more
Still he/she wants to spend time with you
Do you think that in this situation love can come throughout time ?
I spent three hours in church this evening. I don't know what I was trying to do. Pray or question? I wouldn't know who I was posing questions to. God or myself? I just wanted answers and I wouldn't mind anyone answering. The silence around helped me listen to my own voice better. When I found no answers coming in, I developed a pounding headache. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I picked my handkerchief and wiped them off as I sat there staring at the statute of Jesus that stood still before me, not wanting to be moved. Nothing seemed to make sense. Every question went unanswered. Maybe at the end of those three long hours, I was able to convince myself that everything happens for a reason. I on...
MANY SPLINTERED NIGHT
The trembling of my fingers as I hit the keypad
Waken the dire horror of unfocussed brain that seeps too much into the mire
Of focussed restraint -restrain the feeling, the feeling of feeling.
Don't be human, they sing, don't be real.
To dance under the moonlight in the eyes of the lights that pound into the head
With the horror of the dancers aching bloodied feet
The ache in the temple which builds, with quaking stranded legs
It’s time to meet
On the night watch stand where the pendulum swings
Into the land where the kings head swings, my destined king…
Down down the bloodied dancers path in the mud strewn grass filled flower intruding s...
She wasn’t lost but was just taking a break in a world where adventures meant everything. She had cracked open her soul to see what a real adventure feels like. She wasn’t lost, but was just taking a break.
She had shed tears, her knees were weak. Still she moved on for she had something to prove. Audacious to some, mysterious to many. She moved on. Face appalled, eyelashes wet. Would only rest where the sun does set. She wasn’t lost but was just taking a break.
Once loved someone fierce, now none to love her wild. She strolled with a dejected gloomy shade by her side. Breeze zoomed past her convincing her to sway. Sway to the tune for it wasn’t primal, the incessant pain that was emotiona...
I sent an email to my counselor when she asked if I had ever considered accepting my abuser, that I have Stockholm syndrome with, for the way that they are. when I said Empaths & HSPs & neurodivergants were the newly evolved humans given the rise in our younger generations, she laughed. She doesn’t seem to trust me at my word and I’m much more self aware than she realizes. It’s frustrating seeing someone psychoanalyze you incorrectly.
So, my other counselor said my email was incredibly thought provoking and informative and I’m meeting with the DIRECTOR to make sure my needs are being met and how they can help me feel more comfortable. The director!!? Incredibly unexpected. Is it because my ...
For how long shall drums be struck
For how long shall guns be cocked
Another disquiet will surely bob up
And pursed lips will speak then.
Derogate the day, the ruthless doldrums
Shall once make its imminent appearance
We do crucify that day in the mind
But for how long shall the act prevail?
Polished bodies in shame
Aesthetic minds chained
Is it what we wished for?
A distress call on the horizon
Everytime peace is wished.
We live, only to die for?
Peace a myth, wellness a vagary
Land of mankind, a parched verdure.
Songs are played, rhythm forgotten
Stories are told, ending forgotten
Witnessing malfeasance since when,
Words are said, mean...
As much as I love you, I have to love you a far, but never think I wanted this. That my heart isnt breaking seeing pictures that we won't take today, and I love you still.
What separates human beings from machines is not the feelings,
But the ability to feel , fall and fail in love and most importantly rise up again.
We need not be trained ,... no not yet.
If I could forget
As fiercely as I forgive
My soul could find peace.
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Thank you Sankar for the stamp
Don’t regret what you did
You know you are not a bad person
You just wanted to be nice with people.
Grandson : Grandpa, what is a successful life ?
Grandpa : Son,when the world's happy because of your presence and when the world mourns for your loss , know that you lived a successful life !
That sparkle in his eyes,
When he’s excited about something;
The way he plants his lips on mine,
And touches me not physically;
How he tells me every little detail about his day,
Not caring how embarrassing it could be;
When words slip off his mouth,
Words that weave worlds,
Because he’s talking about his future,
And I’m right there in the centre,
Always by his side,
In all those future plans.
He isn’t the boyfriend,
But is he really not?
He isn’t a lover,
But i am his beloved.
And I don’t just know what I’m trying to explain here,
But whatever it is,
It’s sure beautiful and heaven’s never felt so close.
Never so much as when I’m in his arms,
My safest place;
There’s no place wherein I’ve...
The resilient rhythm of my heart beats deeply to the your symphony of lights. The majestic show that dances on the walls echoing the ribbons of rainbows cascading from dangling diamonds the gentle sun has kissed. What beauty they carry in their rare strength and captivating sparkle that makes us all forget. Such magnificence brought to life through millions of years of traveling through the heat, and pressure, and raging earth to be a trophy, a treasure, a symbol of love. Precious diamond in the rough I’ll wear you in my heart. You've come so far and survived the hard worlds mission to destroy your shine before you were a glimmer in my eye. Beaten and broken before the light was seen. Your e...
We laid there for a very long time, dreaming of a life we once had.
Thinking of all the ways that life had been bad. We were lost kids searching for the answers to Never Land. It's the answers we crave for, we didn't have.
Somewhere deep into the meadow where the grass runs steep. We held onto each other, you were mine to keep. We laid there for a long time gazing into each others soul. For a split moment, my love I thought I felt whole.
But the world had torn us apart, manipulated our DNA to what we were now.
So scarred, by life's curve balls, it is not why but it is the questions of how.
Can we heal from the lies, from the deceit the world plants in our brain.
Could we run far ...
If millennials are “so bad” why is it we seem to be making the biggest difference in the US? Are they threatened by a generation that grew up with technology? Are they are afraid we will throw them all in brutal nursing homes?
That’s not who we are as a generation. We have experienced bullying in our own homes through technology. Where we were supposed to be safe but since childhood. We were warned about the dangers...and the world without given the knowledge on how to properly cope. So most of us, once reaching adulthood DID get a wake up call, but that’s not something to hold against us, we didn’t raise ourselves (some unfortunately did); we didn’t choose what they were taught, we didn’t ...