IT's true I ask about lot of things ....things i read or hear about that i don't fully understand ..or i just want some insight into something ..and so i ask ...and what kind of answers do i get ....people telling me things like because i believe in GOD ..i have no right to ask...
I will write to my ex everyday until he messages me wanting to talk again. I will write all my emotions and feelings indirectly and directly. He will never see these unless I decide so. But writing makes me feel better and thinking about him keeps him alive to me. And it shouldn...
Just a little something I threw together this morning. No rhym or reason to write. It's my air, oxygen, life. My way to express instead of hide.
~ My world
~ My heart
Turned on the aircon
Blasted lana del ray
I miss you baby, I miss you so much. I just want to talk to you,
I know you're never going to see this but
Happy valentines day babycakes I love you.
Here we go again, Three years now and still such a threshold to cross. I have to work so hard to keep myself busy so the darkness of grief doesn't gain on me, if I let my guard down I will be overtaken and the internal light, that light that is the core of who I am, will be...
I'm writing a book, an autobiography of sorts. Not that there's anything special about me. I haven't won any medals, or held any important position, or accumulated vast wealth. I'm just another monkey on this rock, but I've lived an interesting life...
Christmas is coming ...
I remember well when I was a child, weeks before Christmas I would start to make gifts to present my family and some friends, I would make flower out of paper or paint soaps to make it nicer, steal flowers from strange gardens or give something away that I...
Today we live for we know not what tomorrow will bring us.
Let us make each and every day show in some small way that we lived and achieved something of worth in our being alive.
Share the wealth whether it be great or small.
Extend a helping hand with humility in...
The love of my life seems to have dropped out of sight
He touched my heart that makes a shiver roll up my spine
I look for his face in the darkeness illuminated only by moonlight
And I see beams but not the beam of his smile
Only the beams of the moon and all the while
I'll write today. 'll write to my dear mute daily. I'll write that I felt those were the days, i was captive in my room, agonized of me. I remembered these was the day today that my skin was in wound. Just like i was in a prison. I remember this was the day which i cried all the...
some are born with clipped wings
others born to fly
injured birds, they sit so stilll
the flyers sweep the sky
some adorned with golden wings
others drab and grey
some have beauty when they sing
others watch and pray
birds of colour grace our skies
while others watch and weep...
Another one. About Yaks. Yaks are odd creatures. They are wild big beasts that can hurt most things with their horns. But cats (wild cats, don't get ideas) still hunt them. Both very dangerous. May the best one win. May the best one live.
The truth is that out of those infinite realities we have one. Unless you take a way out such as fate or an interventionist God, you will admit that we have this one because we have chosen it.So reality is the most democratic existing thing. Reality is total democracy.
Let the sun shine today even though tomorrow may bring rain.
Be in peace ,be in cheer, knowing that the rain will wash all the old and bad from view.
Let the sun shine today knowing that tomorrow will start...
I want to writeBut I'm in a plightdon't know what to rightI lnow I'm really boredOut of my gourdI know I can affordTo go anywherebut who's gonna careLife just isn't fairHope this rhymenot my best is fineand ok this time
When matters began to weigh on my heart; I often still away to the pastures of my childhood. I could often be found here when I was a mere child. It continues to be my favorite hide-away; a source of refuge; a place to collect my thoughts. In fact; most of my writings...
I think my story can help people. Please read!
This post is for anyone who thinks that disease can only make your life worse. I want you to know that the good days are not all behind you. I was diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis in March 2010, twelve months after...
It's raining now, a deluge so hard that I find it hard to remain upright.
I'm finding it hard to find that little space in my mind where the sunshine and soft wisps of breeze live.
I struggle to hold on, to anticipate tomorrow.
Pangs of regret, lose, and emptiness...
I keep saying these words all the time... I will write today... and at night... I will write tomorrow... and I never write anything. and nowI have this article to write and I've researched a bit about the topic, but written nothing.
You and I are no longer what we suppose to be! I knew this, rather well, we are very opposite I communicate and you are Silent Bob with less personality. It's a shame that thing can come to an end so abruptly. For 2 hour I waited for our discussion and truths, I received your...
I saw a spider just as I was about to write to you. Oh, how I hate spiders! I killed it as fast as I could.
This is not an easy thing for me to say. Perhaps the Spider knew and that's why he tried to stop me from writing this letter. But I must write, I must...
My thoughts have been invaded, from where I do not know.
Are they divine or are they mine?
Are they a gift or have they been hidden away and forgotten?
They attack me at night, mind you there is no fright...
OK, Another one for you. Kremlin. I have to write about it. I had family members involved in it. I also enjoy the history of it. I once went to Russia due to my work to get some work done with the modern version of Kremlin.
Sometimes when I don't feel like writing it seems to be the BEST time for me to find little nuggets of phrases and thoughts that are worth writing about.Sometimes I am tired; sleep deprived or stressed by past events as I have been for the past few days as I feel today and all I...
I have found a safe haven in my pain, a place to call home.
I have found a safe haven in my disappointments, nothing is expected of me there.
I have found a safe haven in my vices, for who would look harshly at my condition and have expectations.
I have found a safe haven in...
I wanted to write today, and today I am, I have written a few stories, and wrote two poems. For most that is not a big deal, for me I have not been writing that much lately. So for me it is a big deal.
Explain to me what goes through your mind. How the you of yesterday is so hard to find.
Explain to me why that assured, enthusiastic light went out and a void of emotion filled it's place.
Explain to me why my words fall on deafened ears, do...
The clouds hang low in the sky, their color, a varying degree of grey. The wind has everything in perpetual motion. Brightly colored leaves crash into the windows, sounding like tiny pellets of hail, they scrape along the sidewalks at a furious pace. The wind...
I said I'll be starting my portfolio once I'm back from the vacation I had last month. It's been weeks but I still haven't written anything. I don't know, I've been bursting with stuff to tell but most of them are suitable in my journal, not for the still inexistent portfolio...
OK. I chose to write something around the word Todd. Toddlers. Todd as in the surname. Todd as in the name or the toad that was in my picture book as a kid. Todd has quite a few things attached for me. So there, I've done it, I've written about the word Todd.
I've got a project going...current goal is just 200 words/day. I've met that already for today, but will probably write some more. It's a good day, the muse is with me, so yeah. I have written about 210 today, may make it all the way to 500. It's a good day to write :)
I think that writing is really no more than rambling with words; letting them wind and bend along my thoughts. Random and silly at times, I don't judge them, I just let them be and let them go free and go where they need to go.I am not a verbal rambler and I sometimes try to...
I try to do some writing exercises everyday, mostly on EP. It helps me express myself and work on my form. I can play with different styles, and voices here. The only real way to become a good writer is to keep writing.
and troubles, just sitting by the lake, walking at the gardens and getting lost in the car parks the past few days have been awesome. I wish for more of such moments of freedom, in the company of my dearrr one.
There's a Special Place I use to go.
A place that I alone know.
It's so beautiful that words can not convey.
There is a sense of clarity and purpose in it's rapture.
A place so safe, so tranquil as if the world outside had just slipped away.
I haven't been able to visit...
A time to come up to breathe. I have been told to come up with a schedule to order my life so that my work does not consume me. I know it is not as simple as that. I have the fear that if I do less now, I will have more panic later on. But for today, I will try. This morning, I...