Money can change your lifestyle,
Love can change your life,
But YOU can change the whole world
Never underestimate YOURSELF.
He looked into her eyes,
And found the gateway to her soul,
Overwhelmed by the unbounded expanse,
He stutters a few sentences.
In between what he said and she understood,
And what he meant and didn't say,
Their love was lost.
To love lost,
And love found,
What goes away,
I'm just trying to find my way around.
And I know the door will never be found.
Unless I make my own door.
But then everyone tries to.
Why cant I get my head out of my mind?
Kill my ego.
The biggest mistake I made is letting u stay in my life far longer than you deserve
A chilly morning out in the wilderness
I can't bear to be contained inside human structures
I don't mind living out of a tent
It sure is a lot cheaper than paying the much too expensive rent
Listening to the birds sing with cheerful melodies
Gleefully unaware of the world's present tragedies
I wish I was a bird
So I could fly away
As the sun sets into the night of day
My wings still broken and shattered
Having Lost EVErything that eveR and truly mattered
Maybe one day I'll fly
But oh where to go from here?
I do pray that Christ's Return is imminently near
Gypsy soul n-EVA resting
This indeed will prove to be the ultimate testing
There is a bitter taste in my mouth
The one I have after biting my words off.
The one I taste after putting away my emotions. I'm in pain. Just not visible on my face.
I hear a constant screeching of wheels stuck in mudroad. Trying to get escape the never ending ever sinking feeling. The feeling of pain undescribable.
My nose is a house of pungent smell. Of slow rotting of life. Of eventual death. Of a callous murder done by me. Of me. I'm in pain. The mute pain.
In broad daylight when the sun shines bright. My eyes, hurt. They are used to perpetual darkness of closed dusty rooms. Of cobwebs and 3 day old coffee. My eyes is accustomed to a mess and loneliness. The kind that I can nev...
May all that we feel can be conveyed with a touch on each other's heart,
Words seems too incompetent sometimes...
I always want to ask you
If you remember who we are
If you have the same dreams
Where we dance in the stars
Is all that I’m feeling
Simply made up in my mind
Or do you see the same visions
Of a love built through lifetimes
-Lion in the Stars
there are those
that make me forget
about the weight
of my burdens
and then there is you -
the only one
that helps me carry them.
The roses are wilted, the violets are dead,
I can’t get the memories out of my head;
A flightless bird, found her chance,
To help another, find his stance;
To help him live, to help him heal,
Came with cost, I’m now his meal;
I wanted to please you, to let me go,
You plucked my feathers, a naked show;
Cage this bird, forget she breathes,
Because now her body, won’t ever feel free.
We never grow as a person with age, but in those moments of life that send chills down the spine. Life's difficult circumstances do change our perception.
Sometimes, even after having been hit by so many storms, you dont wake up the strongest. It is a process, which has no visible end.
Life seems new every single day, for we never know what it unveils. What remains constant is the change, that is how our perspectives change. This doesn't mean the definition of bad days also changes. It is indeed a rollercoaster ride, for we sense everything so very deeply.
With time, we learn to become more calm in the chaotic moments. We become more patient and wait for the pieces to fall in pl...
Y en esos momentos de inconsciencia, donde no hay poses, no hay reflectores, no hay sonrisas fingidas, podrás notar quién realmente te admira. No por tu fachada, sino por tu interior. Sabrás que te ama porque goza de ti y disfruta cada centímetro tuyo... Cada detalle de tus imperfecciones. Y está consciente de que eres imperfecta, y tener conciencia de eso hace que te ame más, porque tus imperfecciones le enseñaron a amar. Amar de verdad y con el corazón. Un amor puro que desciende del Cielo, donde no hay mentiras, ni verdades a medias. Donde el lastimar al otro es lastimarse así mismo. Ese amor quiero. Ese amor tengo. Ese amor es para siempre.
Así las cosas.
All this time I was waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel.
And when I finally got there I realized it was no light at all.
It was you.
And there is nothing better I could’ve asked for.
Durante o auge da noite
Um grande concerto acontece
Rufam-se os tambores celestiais em majestosas explosões sônicas
Luzes chicoteiam por entre as nuvens e ricocheteiam em direção ao solo
Por um breve momento infinitesimal
A luz divina arquea crepitante, nos atraindo feito moscas
E assim, rápido qual uma tempestade de raios
Uma mente solitária na noite
Rabisca em pedaço de papel
Uma poesia relâmpago
Que ecoa em sua alma
Feito o som de um trovão
E na madrugada cintilante
De azuis e lilases
O poeta acha a voltagem necessária
Para uma vez mais escrever
Escrever sobre a beleza caótica da tempestade
I would never have anticipated the level of comfort we shared when we met for the very first time. I always thought it'd be awkward and summon even before we know it. I can't begin to express my joy and admiration since we kissed in your car during the long hours of tedious driving through rivers and lakes and mountains and just pure memories. The world is a funny place and so are its people, but you, you were surprisingly beyond anything I could have ever think of.
I've always thought of being practical and real about everything even in the most romantic of moments, but I can't think of how you got the better of me. I remember when you said, "No one's ever driven me aro...
Instead of waiting for the threads to be cut
I severed them myself, I'd had enough
Although I still fell at least I did by own hand
I had a better idea when I would land
If I would had waited any longer
The ties that bound would have been stronger
They would have turned from rope to steel
From my wrist up I wouldn't be able to feel
It was already starting to turn numb
And the wound appearance had already begun
You wouldn't come no matter how loud
I screamed from my lungs and I did howl
You watched on in laughter
Because pain was all you were after
You became all you said you weren't
The same as the others that want to hurt
Now your face is distorted with shock
Because I decided I wanted to d...
We tend to focus on the bad in those who are good for us because we begin to believe it is too good to be true and start losing attraction when we feel they have become predictable, complacent and comfortable in the relationship. @PLECCA
It's my fault for believing in you
It only led to the hell you put me through
I knew the games you played
Would end in me being betrayed
I had to pretend I was having so much fun
While red flags signaled me to run
It's why I always took off
You were making me feel like I was lost
Because all you ever did was hurt me
But that was fine as long as you couldn't see
For if you turned a blind eye
You wouldn't have to count the tears I cried
You wouldn't have to notice me take to my bed
Exhausted by thoughts you placed in my head
Honestly it's best this didn't work out
I wouldn't have survived another round
I couldn't go on decoding the clues
I was supposed to know the answers to
I couldn't continu...
The girl who read the Constitution and the clauses, did not know which section of the Constitution she applied on my soft heart .
Neither punishment is being done nor is there any promotion.
I am hanging in the middle -
I will sleep if You promise me
that you will sleep on my shoulder everynight & u will allow me to remove ur worries through ur hairs from my fingers,
You will give me a right to hold your shoulder like this every night &
U will promise to be always be here Bachaa❤️❤️ -Sinu #jslyf
The more I listen you the more I became thirsty of your voice.
M -memories unlimited of our Are
Coming One by One
I - I & u are
S - StanDinG Still Together AnD
T - Turing All old pages of our life book
& searching The Place from where
R - RelaTeD moments of our Happy &
sad Times coming
Y - Yessss.... This is our mistry box....
I wrote a lot of things about you & poetry on you in that diary & you know that.
Then tell me nahh that u read that diary everyday just for met me in those written words or you just hide her in you cupboard ..... But in a hope of lifetime meet, I still write you everyday in my another diary ... - sin
Just tell me, Do you sleep well enough in these days ?
Is their no one who can disturb your sleep & can irritate you like me ?
Who can call you anytime & request u for listen your childish voice & then crack nonsense jokes just to make you angry ?
Tell me nahh that ... you miss me ? A little bit ..!! Just a little bit ....!!!
. But I really miss you bachaa. Not a little bit, just A lot of ..... More then lot ... Really ....
Sometimes all I need is....
I just need comfort cuddles or hugs for last long ... With a peace in breathe in tears in eye corners ... But Comforty ....
Bcz I m a little bit tried from myself...
Let me tie your shoe less so I can see your child angry face live.
I really missing ur face & voice ....
7 word story ;
Alchocal opens mind & block the HeaRt ♥
Dreams to me are everything! They are the spark in my soul that keep this body alive.
I remember how in my childhood I used to play all day in the garden till i got exhausted, and then having a perfect dinner later watching tv. I used to play with small marbles. These marbles that we had were like precious treasure to me. These small round tiny transparent trinkets with curvy shaped objects inside were so beautiful and colorful! Me and didi used these as our hidden treasure. And the whole garden in front of our home was the treasure hunting ground. We used to hide these marbles underneath mud in some or the other thing. And set up a route/ path upto the treasure by adding few hurdles ...
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,