She is mysterious. Her ways are timeless, her soul ancient. Her eyes flicker with love, her embrace complete with understanding. Timeless and ancient...mysterious.
I don’t need to understand her.
She is always...her.
You have always been my biggest supporter and best friend. You have taught me many things about life and a lot more about the flexibility that is needed to survive it. You have made me cry and upset me beyond what I thought was remotely possible. You have also made me laugh and graced me with your musical talents.
It is with the greatest sorrow that I see you now, so weak and tired. Pained by the tumors that have consumed your body, you now have to fight for your life. I hate that I’m not able to be there for you or fix this with a simple hug and an “I’m sorry”. I want to scream to world for you that is isn’t fair or trade places with you so that you can continue to touch the live...
I cannot bring back all the parts that have been broken from your heart for me, mama.
I cannot write your story again and give you the life you deserve
I cannot open the doors of heaven to rain and purify your thirst for a better life
I cannot plant roses in the whole universe to make you realize that all the flowers of the universe are not in your beauty.
I cannot cry all those frozen seas in your eyes, although I have tried repeatedly and have not been able to.
I cannot close that void of the pain left by my brother's death in your chest.
I cannot save you though I have done it millions of times in my heart
I cannot make you full of happiness instead of sadness
I cannot do all this and...
There are two sides of every girl in this world
One who is dramatic,the other one is mature,silent and calm
One who needs roses,the other one just needs good morning texts
One who can kill everyone around her,the other one loves everyone immensely
One who wants to shout her stress out,the other one wants to silently shed a tear
One who loves her life,the other one wants to die everyday
One who works hard to make her proud,the other one wants to lay on her bed doing nothing
One who dances all night,the other one dances to forget her sorrows
One who takes everything seriously,the other one is silly as fuck
One who wants a tight hug,the other one hides from human interaction
One who loves to tal...
I still think of you.
I still yearn for you.
I still hold so much respect & love for you in my heart.
Adek rindu sangat dekat mama.
Semoga mama tenang di sana, mama.
In the light
Of her own darkness
And that of the night's
The restless rain
Belittling her strength
As do they
Who sit in judgment
Because she exists
So she alone
Must come to terms
With their poured out torment
Without letting it
Define her. JD
#CrescentMoon #PouredOut #RestlessRain #ChallengesWomenFace
Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.
I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.
There are only three things that can make or break a man’s life; One is a girl, other is a woman and lastly a lady.
“I am flying! “, she screamed.
She was free. Therefore she knew that the world would be the perfect playground.
Smart. Beautiful. Independent.
She was everything she always wanted to be.
A woman standing in her own truth.
The love of my life is such a beautiful thing to say wile looking at your face on this cold snowy winter day. I have met so many people in this life. Some have come and some has gone. I never knew what I truly needed tho. I ran day after day in a direction that was unknown to me but there you were at the end of it. Waiting for the love of your life. Hello I said as i got to enjoy your smile. The first of many to come.
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around. The breeze had not grazed the curtains for a month now. The windows were shut like her heart. The darkness of the room did not measure upto the gloom filled in her eyes.
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But something had to change. She took out her phone, saw his pic for one last time, saw their pic for the umpteenth time. She used to smile. She wanted to smile. Fidelity was not his virtue. But who lost? She opened up the camera and gave hersel...
Why do we still meet the unwanted in the dreams?
Time has passed ...
Memories have faded in the past,
But still I see the residue of the past !
I don't want it to happen every morning
The healed doesn't want to scream .
Moving ahead but the subconscious still searching for the 'veiled story'.
It's time to manage the disturbed
And switch the chaos!
An Ode to Her
May Her voice forever speak
Endless, spill words honey sweet between
Rose Petals, a dessert luxurious
Intellectual, sparks make fireworks
Turn, the air vibrant with color.
May Her graceful body always move
Elegant, hips swaying to a beat
Relishing, gleeful in the musical
Influence, hands reach for me
Touch, a worn paperback soft.
May Her eyes continue to smile
Expressive, sky blues alight
Rife with joy, laughter, yet
Infinite, Iridescent irises
Twinkle, holding a universe.
May Her wonderful person
Eternally, live in a paradise
Running, through ripened orchards
In silvery strands of moonlight, tap my shoulder an...
Some of the not so pleasant challenges I face on a daily basis as a woman working in a predominantly male profession such as the oilfield...
While I have had my fair share of sexual harassments throughout the years, as a female I believe I sort of just become complacent towards the sexual advancements and innuendos directed at me as just a part of being around men in both social/professional settings from the bar to the oilfield. These types of challenges are to be expected and while they’re in no way “appropriate” it’s something that’s always there and I’ve become accustomed to brushing that dirt off my shoulder and carrying on. No big deal.
The less ...
I find it fascinating that you read my writing, things so personal I have never shared the link with anyone close to me before you and you read them from beginning to end and after all the words you processed the only thing you came up with and continue to say is that I’m a “passive aggressive victim.”
It just amazes me really because I’ve never once played the victim card.
The thing you haven’t taken into consideration is that your perception of what you read and comprehended says more about yourself than my writing will ever say about me.
Each of us can read the same piece and we can each take something different away from it.. while there is no right or wrong answer it appears you cou...
~Make No Mistake~
To The Guy That Wrecked Me,
Just so we’re clear here, I in no way would take you back.. I want to make this point crystal clear just in case you might decide to read my blog and get the wrong impression.
I write as a form of release. I feel no shame for what I do to process and identify with what I’m feeling and I make no apologies. I do what I have to do in order to grow.
I’m not your victim just in case that might be what you think.. you never had that kind of power over me. Not then and not now or ever.
I’m glad we parted ways because in doing so I grew into this unbelievably strong, independent, self sufficient woman with self confidence and boundaries ...
A cool evening, Sevenish.
A break in Tradition.
My Darling Gorgeous' Mother,
Soon an old familiar forgotten feeling will return. Unbidden, unwanted; once the feverish activity ceases, it will be you, yourself, and the television echoing from the bare walls, the dogs asleep at your feet.
Depression, melancholy, wet tears may well up, even spill from your eyes. It will seem that what you have left, is all you will ever have. It just gets smaller and smaller, each momento chosen over others now lost to the dust bin. Boxes of your last life still unpacked, brown memories looking for their new home...
You doubt yourself, you wonder Where?, Why?, How?, Was it me?, Not again....
At 19 I met you and our relationship was completely different than my parents. It was healthy. At 6 months I started to feel that you weren't the one for me. At 20 you proposed. I said yes. The anxiety followed. The nagging feeling lingered. I kept telling myself "He's a great guy. You're being shallow.". When I was 21 we wed. The anxiety became a haunting monster. At 22 I left. I look back and see a young woman detached from her own voice. I see a woman settling. Today, I see a woman so brave. A woman brave enough to leave comfort in search of what she truly deserves.