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The irony is that I’m writing about how I can’t write anymore; about how I keep pondering upon muses for hours to find only emptiness in my heart. To make things worse, this emptiness also doesn’t let me write. I turn my computer on and stare at the blinking cursor. I type and I erase. I type and I erase, and I do this for hours. I feel the urge to write grow inside me, hoping to shoot like a cannonball. I keep hoping, but nothing comes out. My thoughts are trapped inside my head, screaming at the top of their lungs to get out; the heaviness in my heart turns into physical pain; but I’m still blank, just like the paper in front of me that craves the ink. Here I am, writing about how I can’t w...
I hope you find the love you're looking for. The love that doesn't answer back; a love that is unconditionally selfless; a love that stand stand for itself; a love that can sabotage itself to see you grow; a love that will shut up when you ask them to; a love that wouldn't think twice before dying for you. I'm also sorry that I couldn't be what you wanted; I couldn't give you half of what you wanted, because as much as I love you, I also love myself. And while I love myself, I won't let you put me down like you do. I'm going to stand up for myself when need be. You love me, for crying out loud. I'm not your trash can. Find someone who is willing to be that, someone who will surrender their l...
It's not something that I intentionally do; it's something that just happens-like a reflex. It is my mind and body's first response when someone tries to get close to me, when they try to know me better. It's something that I've been wanting for ages and now that I can finally have It gripped tight in my fists, I'm letting it go. I'm letting all the love I can ever have slip away, just like that. And I'm not just talking romantically.
Call it what you will-a cliché or a phobia. Love scares me, now I know because I'm finally starting to understand it.
Sitting on the dinner table, today I realised how selfish I am. How I let the most important people in my life down, especially when these peo...
All I am is skin and bones
Maybe in darker shades
But definitely with a heart of gold.
All I am is skin and bones
Learning to live as I stumble and fall
Laughing all the way as I grow
All I am is skin and bones
And I cry every time I think of it
Dusty dark corner, is where I belong
All I am is skin and bones
That refuse to give up each time
Yet here I am, weeping all the more
All I am is skin and bones
Says the sad little lass
Hearty at the moment
But a slave to herself.
What makes me want to live for more is nothing fancy, but simple things that matter. The look on my brother's face when I surprise him going home, mom's voice when she tells me that I'm not a bad person, dad's familiar "very good" making me feel proud everytime, my boyfriend's worry when he sees no passion in my eyes and my sister's tears when she finds out that I've given up. Let me tell you that I'm not. I haven't given up and I'm not planning to. This will get better.
What is it about your eyes that make me want you so much? That when everytime I look at you I forget everything else. I know they say this about all the other muses, but you are so different. You are different because you hold my hand when I write. You pour the words on paper for me. And you make me read them aloud everytime. So that I know whatever it is that they say about muses, you will always be different.
I crave for you in ways I can't explain. Like when you reach for the sheets when you're cold. That overwhelming feeling, the feeling that doesn't have a meaning only fast paced heartbeats and jumbled words in my mind. The way when your skin touches mine and I feel like coming home. The way my trembling fingers want to reach out for you and hold even on the days we're not together.
I write so that I don't see myself crying every night to sleep. I write so that the cuts on my arm don't increase. I write so that I don't have to burden others with what I feel. But mostly, I write to set myself free.
You lied and you left. You didn't care and it didn't matter. It's been a long time since, but on days like these, you still cross my mind. I still wonder what life with you would've been like.
Some days, you say it so casually that you don't even notice. Other days, you say it while looking in the mirror and crying. You say it with kohl smeared eyes and smudged lipstick all over your face. You say it when you have little left and that too starts slipping out of your hands. You say it with a gun to your head and you just can't take anymore. You say it when your body is trembling with fear. You say it when you have no hope in your eyes and you pull the trigger.
I have been grateful enough that people have always admired my writing. There have been a lot of factors and opportunities that helped me get to this point. Now, I wish to be a part of someone else's success; give someone a chance so they could shine bright - maybe even brighter than me. I have started a website in hopes of gathering wonderful writings from all over the world and showcasing them. I would love for you to be a part of it too. All the support that has made me strong enough to begin something like this, I'm asking for a little more for the people I believe in.
Visit the website, and share your experiences with me and the whole world. I wish to make thi...
I want to know if there's anywhere that this could go. I feel like we're trapped. What we had is trapped. And the only way to escape this, is to let this go. Let everything go. There is nothing romantic about torturing each other and ourselves, and kill us slowly. Please, let this go.
You look like a movie,
You sound like a song.
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young.
When you give so much and get nothing in return, it drains you dry. Just like everything else, the soul needs what it gives to refill itself; to be able to give the same abundance of love again. But some people don't understand the essence of it. The worst part about it is that you can't do anything about it. You can only give so much and hope. Hope that some day your efforts will make a difference; your love will pay off. When it doesn't, you're left empty with a hollow heart and suddenly they call you indifferent. Tell me, what is one supposed to do? How does one suck the love out of another? How do you ask for what you deserve? You can't. There's no point. You can't make someone do somethi...
Now is the time I can say life is beautiful. I am officially a writer for the magazine I envied. Why wouldn't I be happy? I'm getting my first pay by next week. I feel wonderful about it. There is no sad part about it anymore. I live above haters. Nothing they say can bring me down. My parents are proud, I am proud of myself. I want the world to know me one day. I want to write a book that they crave, even the non readers. I'm asking for too much, I know. At this point, whatever makes me happy is worth it. For everybody who believes in success and is working for it, don't let anyone get you down. Every second of your life is counted. You are a rockstar. Never Give Up.
You don't realize how lonely you are until you walk through silent corridors or climb up in an elevator with only vacant eyes staring at everywhere you're not. You realize you're lonely when the only things you can look upto are coke and chocolates, when you're only friends are waffers and TV episodes. That's when you're lonely. That's when you cry with the eyes that people have only seen smiling. With everything in your heart, with everything you've unconditionally done for others gives you the right to ask for a hug in return. But you don't. Because you're lonely.
PS. I'm sorry for being such a cry baby lately. Going through a lot.
It is the feeling you get when you're living your dream and yet not living it somehow. The time you feel like you're just a lifeless puppet and bound to the strings of fate. The worst part is that you can't do anything about it. Nothing at all. Right now, you just want to run away from everything, not caring what might happen later or where you might end up. All you want is a life that you can actually claim is yours. Please life, take me away with you. I want to run as fast and never look back and be happy wheresoever I end up.
Help me someone.
Have you ever looked a dog straight into its eyes? Those love seeking, super friendly, heartbreakingly beautiful eyes? If not, then you should, because they have stories behind them. Every different pair has its own story to share; maybe about how they were sniffing food all around but couldn't find any; or maybe how in the storm they survived despite odds; and that one night when the reckless bikers hit them and left them uncared for. Look into those eyes and search for these stories and if you are moved by any of them, then help them relive those moments but with a better and happier memory.
The first day of college, you're not excited, you can't call your mom because your phone isn't working, you're worried if anything might go wrong, you check everything for at least three times and yet there come times when you cry, when you feel like you don't have anyone, all alone in an empty drum going round and round and round. I don't know if I miss anything at all but I have a feeling that something IS missing.
Time is a tough teacher they say. And now I'm seeing it for myself. "Hard" is just a way to describe life. Actually, it doesn't even cover. Four days past now I'll be in college living my dream and yet somehow far away from it. The course is my choice of course, but not the place. After spending 17 years in the concrete jungle, I'm going back again with no escape, no peace. The worst part, the love of my life seems to move away from me with each passing moment. I don't want to lose him. Or any of this. But I got no choice. If somehow I could change times and minds, I would do my best to avoid this lurking regret in my heart because I know that someday, it will entirely consume me.
God help m...
Being happy takes a lot of courage. It's not very easy to smile all the way and indulge in the talks with family or friends. But when it happens, everything in the world attains fluidity. No one can compare to the time when you laugh your heart out and forget all the sorrows. Do not let anyone judge you on that. Love yourself, be happy and enjoy life.
Why is it that the people of this country become patriot twice a year? Is that the only importance our country got? We do not think of our country as a whole and then suddenly one day we become so nationale! Respect the country all round the year, that way you won't have to set the Tricolor as your WhatsApp profile picture just for a week.
Happy Independence Day.
I hope this letter finds you well. I had a chance to observe some of your recent letters and I have to say I am very impressed by the honesty of your words and the diversity in which you express them.
I started this company with the fundamental belief that what is most personal can also become the most universal.
Throughout history there has been nothing more precious and prized than that of a personal letter from one person to another. Such letters are also the most valuable social objects from the last centuries and I believe that a new generation of letter writers is waiting to be lifted of their burdens of society's current fascination only with with pictures and short mes...
Why is it that life cannot give us what we want?? Why can it not be so kind to let us smile sometimes?? But it's always about ME, why can't be people not mature enough to think of others at times..I'm tired of living like this..like an object to other people with no importance at all.
I miss those moments, the times we never had
The long walks never taken, the joy we never shared
All I know is your smile and down my cheeks the tears shed
Few words unspoken, few feelings back
You held my hand in yours, yes I remember that
Eyes closed yet opened wide to a world never seen
To a world that was nothing, nothing but mean
The dreams never dreamt, journeys that never set on
Phone saved and feelings scratched, that is all I can recall
Photos with no memories - it all comes in flashes
The silent talks we never had in the moonless wave splashes
Fingers that longed to be locked, tight in your tough hands
Four eyes that never met, only drowned in the time sands
You stood too...
I write today to let you know
To express what I feel
And to say what I won't.
I don't expect you to rejoin
I don't expect you to care
I only want a free mind,
Something the life won't spare.
All ears deaf to every word I say
I feel low with every passing day.
With dimming moonlight, the dawn breaks
And each new moment, my heart aches.
I walk alone off the beaten track
In solitude from the world of cranks.
I only want to be heard
To be, once, the queen bee
But they wouldn't care if I was dead
They wouldn't care if I wasn't me.
I am on a mission for writing an article about my senior year at school called "Senior Year Confessions" but I'm not very sure about what I should include and what I shouldn't...anyone to help me out of this dilemma???
Secrets Of The World
Bitter truths often deafen minds,
But white lies make hearts ache.
The world not enough to hold them inside,
Secrets, secrets - it cannot abide.
Whispers on the street, all eyes dilate,
Lights dim so to even scare the caskets of the dead.
Walk by strangers and they stare you in the eye,
Those cruel looks enough, enough to kill you right.
Hands in pockets, no worries on mind,
All they love is themselves, only money they can find.
Fingers on lips, that's when they utter,
Mouths near ears and then they flutter.
You never know what they speak, you never know what they know,
You only shut them up, you only let them go.
Be with someone who makes you happy. Talk to someone who makes you smile.
In the past weeks, I've been through a lot. I didn't know what or how, yet I felt hurt and ignored. You know it can be really painful when you are everything to your dear ones and they still act like they don't know who you are. No matter how closely a fake diamond can resemble the real one, it is still fake.