The Illusion of Meritocracy:
When you've overpaid your dues,
but they continue to coax you
to keep on paying.
She lost her voice.
But not in the way you'd expect.
There's no cough to be had,
Or shortness of breath.
The sadness decided to set in.
This type of sadness is one
You'd read about in books.
You may try to comprehend it,
But the depth must be experienced.
But buyer, please beware,
This sadness isn't for the
It is an unwelcome guest.
A persistent solicitor.
A volatile intruder.
The sadness didn't want her to
Betray its undesirable presence.
To acquiesce would be a relief,
But to acquiesce, in this case,
Is to surrender.
And the warrior in her would
Not allow for that.
She broke the chains that
Bound her ...
Even I cannot comprehend
The magnitude of love
I have for you.
But I promise you this:
I will spend the rest
Of my life trying.
It's not that they didn't stand for
anything, it's that they changed
what they were standing for.
Which means they never really
stood for anything.
※Pharmakon & StonePhoenix※
(First collaboration with my
💖beloved💖, and it was
When people show you
Their true colours,
Why would you try and repaint them?
Your soul is the most precious thing
Protect it ruthlessly and without regret.
Everyone was so Content to Focus on
My Eternal Beloved,
You Drew out my Light.
My darling, my bashert,
I can't form the words, 'I love you' and let them roll off my lips.
The word 'love' seems sullied now as I've betrayed those eight letters to the ears of another.
You are so much more than love. That word simply does not do you justice.
You are mo chuisle, mo chroí and I need you as I need the air I breathe.
💖 Jade 💖
If you want to know who your people are, think about who you are excited to tell good news to.
These are your people.
More and more that vicious teacher, Experience, is schooling me:
1. Doing what's right will leave you feeling burned.
2. Caring sets you up for ridicule.
3. Kindness is met with cruelty.
4. Helping will be misrepresented.
This isn't curriculum I will strive to graduate with honours from. This isn't curriculum I will be implementing. You will see me limping from the beating I will take to resists these fallacies. But to concede is to surrender, and the warrior in me will not accept this regardless of the temptress masquerading as a steadfast confidant.
Experience may be my teacher, but Wisdom is my guide.
He finally showed his true
colours for all to see.
It made no difference though,
The audience was colourblind.
Why am I always being told. . .
To man up,
To buck up,
To not let things get to me
To not take things personally?
Why aren't others being told. . .
Cruelty isn't what we were made for,
Sensitivity isn't weakness,
Being mean isn't necessary,
Being malicious gets you no medal?
I found myself today, wanting to be more like the world instead of this person who aches over the loss of another. Why can't I be cold? Why can't I be heartless? Why can't I toughen up? Why do I always have to let things get to me?
And then I found myself wondering why I would want to be like this harsh,...
Do you ever find yourself missing someone so much it hurts, only to realize that you are missing the person you thought them to be?
It's a bitter consolation, if any at all.
Often, what isn't fair in life,
Turns out to be
A blessing in disguise.
Always try to find what's
Been blessed in the mess.
Even though this was 110% his fault,
I find myself sitting here, wondering, what even he didn't know he saved me from.
Guardian angels work in mysterious ways :)
When you burn the
Candle at both ends,
You end up burning bridges.
You stumbled into my life when I was already picking up the pieces.
You swindled your way into my heart and had me believing I could lean on you.
I didn't need this for one second. I would have put the pieces back together on my own, like every other time.
But this time, I cherished
not having to do it alone.
You were every dream incarnate,
Yet you set the scene for pure carnage.
You will never be a welcomed
visitor in my fits of nostalgia.
You will be yet another reminder of when life tried to break me, and I rose above it all.
You will be yet another scar on this battle beaten heart, and this will serve as a reminde...
Everywhere is no
To right my wrath,
I write my wrath.
This is my remedy
To this poison.
Justice is as tainted
As the 'i love you' that rolled
off his treasonous lips.
I wish what was right mattered
More than the reality
Of an archaic technicality
That favours those faint of heart.
Words. . .
Words. . .
Yet, there are times that nothing hurts worse than things left unsaid.
Then there are things said when they shouldn't have been.
And then there are times when the silence in between the words is deafening.
Time will only temper the sting of certain words, but words leave scars.
I believe in taking care of people because it's what my heart calls me to do.
The beautiful, and most unintended reciprocity, is that these are the same people who will show up for you if you need it.
These are your people.
Daylight Savings Time. . .
Is the favourite day of the year for any seasoned procrastinator.
1 bonus hour to avoid my tasks 😜
Just because something is portrayed a certain way, this doesn't mean that is how it was intended to be perceived.
Seeing is no longer believing.