before atom, it would have been nucleus that would have been called the atom. So there is nothing in a name.
If nucleus is not in rest, it disturbs the atom
and if atom is not in rest, it disturbs the matter in which it is and so on, bringing about disturbance to the entirety...
action and stuff as such but why do some people these days down right always ask or want to do things connected to such? I mean, you can actually live without it for some time. It's not like required to have sexual interaction everyday. -_- im not being closeminded at this stuff...
What I am & who I am. If you want changes in me. Then you have to change your mind.
Because I know I am perfect 👌.
I'll accept you for whatever you are. Who you are. Because true love is like diamond. It's hard to get.
something unique to humans I think in the terms we can write books about them.
Processing experiences is also something we need to do each time and in that way perhaps we can adjust where we need to and qualify as we ought to.
Told my ex who is still here 3 months later that I want him to split in 30 days. That wasn't fun at all.
I talked to a friend or two. Listened to music. Smoked cigarettes. Making plans for a trip week after next. Those things are good.
I kind of want to nap but have to go...
more. Some people are just so ungrateful sometimes and I hardly say that. But I had gotten into a fight the other day with one of my best guy friends. He said I lied to him, about what I'm still trying to understand. His way of thinking is so corrupted that the only thing that...
particularly when I'm upset. I love venting my anger and releasing it onto paper instead of it lingering in my mind. It makes me feel relieved to sort my thoughts and feelings out even when they seem ridiculous and not be judged for it.
radiates warmth like the first day of the SpringThe heart, it killsIt bestowsIt lies by remaining silentIt straysIt loses its pathIt wanders off to places we’ve never beenThe heart is a lonely hunterIt breaksIt falls apartIt heals as if the missing pieces of a portrait are...
People say you use to like me, you deny. You must be embarrassed. I asked a while ago anyway. And then I text you on an app. You say you have three different Kayla's on there and ask which one I am. I told you and it because awkward. I kept trying to talk. When I thought I was...
and if you can focus your emotion into a story you can create an amazing piece of work. it also shows in each chapter how i felt at the time personally and with writing your emotions flow free and untamed calming you down from anger or finding out whats making you sad and also...
watching the moon shine so bright,
I think about the things to come
and the mistakes I've made
that are now dead and gone,
I always hate the way I've lied
but nobody's perfect and neither am I,
so I must except the future I have made
because of my desperation for wanting
literally. As I walked out the front door I froze and remembered a feeling I would occasionally feel during the current weather and scenario. It was this profound feeling of gentle heartache imbued with melancholy. It was such a beautiful sentiment. I long for it now. I remember...
for a guy to smile at me.. I want to know what it's like to hold hands with a guy.. I want to know what it's like to feel wanted, to feel loved. I want to know how it feels to get a hug from behind, or to slow dance with someone... To walk under the stars with someone.
call me judge mental because of the way I think? Lol EP is for pretty much venting experiences and yet we still have those "Debbie Downers" lol
We all have different minds, different ways of thinking and not everyone gets along nor agrees with everyone. I get it, you wanna...
Senior year is supposed to be better than any other years right? Wrong. This year has been really tough. Recently I have this ex best friend who continues to indirectly bully me. She has been spreading rumors about me and people call me names behind my back. I sometimes start to...
so tired of feeling lonely,
But I’m left all alone,
I’m so sick of being hated,
But I’m better on my own.
I want to be your only,
I don’t want to ***** and moan,
My desire’s hardly sated,
With what kindness you have shown,
I know I shouldn’t want,
I know it’s not...
Being excited about the holidays, I used to look forward to getting things I didnt need. Instead, now I'm broke, tired, lonely, and could really care less. dont wake me up just to see something i told you not to get. its just a waste. let me go to sleep for 5 more minutes. im...
strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or...
my heart feels crushed my mom clearly doesn't know how to parent a daughter she knows how to push one away and knows how to love a son but not a daughter. Ignored, ,falsely accused for the stupidest things.
never really knew what to say, it's crazy biggest this could have been my biggest outlet but I just never shared my thoughts... sad to see it go. Thank you for adding me to all of your circles. some how I feel connected to you.
get separated for 5 years ,then we met again ,but only for 2 years ,It was two days after the valentine's day ,when I'd lost her forever.It was hard to accept the reality.I stopped going collage.Grounded in my room,eating junks all day ,watching animes all night,..I was afraid of...
but they really don't
Fuc,k the pretenders who'll make you believe when nothing true
Fuc,k the maniacs who'll do everything to score
Fuc,k those best friends who make you fall for them and be shock when you do. They even have the nerve to hug you while your heart is breaking and...
as a poem or not, but it's just a random thing i wrote that i've felt over the past 1-2 months
Everyday is a struggle
Being unnoticed and invisible
No friends, no one to talk to
Not important to any one
I scream and shout
But no one hears
Because outside is a smile
to each other. I hate that people don't think before they talk or how it might affect their feelings. I hate how my friends suck, that in the end they were never really my friends at all. I hate that I'm so lonely and helpless about it. I hate that I care. I hate that my sister...
a razor on your chest, a little, everyday?
How it feels like watching your own blood pour out of your very own flesh?
Ever wondered about the pain?
She felt that every second by the thought of you.
Why did you mend her when all you had to do was to shatter and cut and brake...
it scares her.
She runs when he's coming close.
She runs when he says sweet things.
She runs to run but also to see if he would stop her.
She wants the long hugs and the "everything is gonna be okay"
She was the feeling of never being alone.
But, for fear of a broken heart...
but here is something I wrote:
I suppose we all have that moment in life where everything we do seems wrong, and utterly useless. We see ourselves as the most despicable people that roam this surface of dust and rubble. The ever fortunate have the life they so truly desire and...
Not physically, but mentally. I shut off all my thoughts, I close my eyes, and I just listen. I listen to the sounds of the city. The tv in the living room. The cars passing by. The birds chirping in the backyard. It is an interesting experience.
But could it really be love when all you've done from the start is be afraid?
The fear of ending up hurt never left your mind. It made you vicious. The fear crept towards your heart until it became cruel.
It taught you to strike back, to strike first.
It didn't give him...
Drifting between the sand dunes, a zephyr whispered your presence. Of eyes that peer into frailties and see vitality. Of a mind that devours desperate words and forges perceptivity. Levity that crumbles the child-ego and rouses the man. Of tenderness that embraces the dark to...
somebody wants you to act?
Now I know it sounds confusing and odd. I'll explain it in a minute. But first.. another question.. Are you YOU?
Basically, my first question relates to me.. and maybe a few others. It's supposed to make you think if someone is making up who you are...
If I tell you the truth would that make me feel better?
If you tell me what you feel would that even be the truth?
or is it a lie just to make me feel good?
Tell me now before I believe it.
Tell me now before I hold on to it.
before I keep those words in my heart and...
watching as months flip away like pages of a novel, each day stealing away every glance I have at happiness.
Allowing the darkness to emanate down to the depths of my soul. However, refusing to keep picking up these broken pieces of my heart that fall apart so effortlessly...
The tears can't fall, my heart breaks anyway..
Hanging on by a thread ..the feelings engulf, wrap around me..
I long to be understood..the real me exposed..
The looks ... the feeling of not belonging...here or anywhere.
Heart, mind and soul continually wanders
someone you would have trusted with your life and they betray you there is grief.
The last time I hurt this bad I was in high school and a close friend died. The roller coaster of feelings is the same. All the stages of grief over and over, the numbness of shock wearing off...
and being astounded by yourself? Almost like you can't believe that was you. I read an article on writing about how you feel and aside from improving your emotional state, it helps hone your writing skills.
I have a fancy journal which I have not used for a long time as I...
these days. Robotic and apathetic.An efficient robot that tries to do its best because that's the was it was programmed, not what comes from the inside.I just feel human when I talk with the one I love.
I've been friends with a boy for about 9 years and it's totally and completely platonic so it's not relationship issues, but recently he's been such a **** to me. I've been getting ill a lot recently and he just constantly makes fun of me for it, saying I'm going to fail all of...
I hate feeling like I do.
I try all the **** they say to help but I'm still sinking.
my chest aches.
my eyes are swollen.
I just want back on shore,
out of this sea of despair.
stimulating my senses
My hand feels untamable
My fingers are playing with the infinite white of this sensual canvas.
My right index is guiding the way, all colors directing the play.
Soft music’s been playing around, seducing my heart to lay down.
I find a nice spot to hide...
and a Dad
Depending on the day
Sometimes she's treasure, sometimes trash
Well she was worthless trash the day
When she drove her Dad away
She couldn't bring herself to say
That he was never coming back
She tried so hard to be good
She just wanted to be loved
All she wanted was...
but I think of things that make me sad. I'm lazy, yet ambitious. I don't like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don't care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I'm a conflicted contradiction. If I can't figure myself out, there's no...
A whole world of emotions overflowing her land.....
In the process of learning life lessons where resistance to lose her essence prevailed.
Tornados, Hurricanes and Massive waves eroding her shores genuine as children, loving as summery moon's reflections on lengthy oceanic...
What a shame! What a waste! Some how I have to get over this. Life is moving forward and I am stuck. I have the appearance of moving on but it's a stretch. My heart is planted firmly in the past even though the rest of me is going on with life.
spill from your lips; followed by a smile. A smile that leaves everyone assuming you're kidding...
People laugh at honesty. We hide behind sweet smiles and sparkling eyes. We try to open up and people can't handle it. They would rather take it as a joke.
because I don't think the way they do...uh news flash we are not all created the same. Thank god! This is what makes us unique. Don't question my questions or my answers, there's a reason behind everything I do and say. Call me judge mental, call me whatever you like. In my own...