It take the right combination of soul and personality to turn this heart into poetry 🖤
True happiness is when you become the reason behind someone's smile.. try it.. it feels good. ❣️
- Arunima... ☺️
Theres a disturbed feeling in the air tonight. A tense aftershock of the day that proceeded it. A cool, crisp wind meeting the sound of nature. Then there is me. Alone. Alone and missing you.
Sitting in bed
with a coffee
with my puppies
is a happy treat
on a rainy day
while I listen to
the radio and read.
8 years apart
Every year, on this day in 2 minutes and 20 seconds the glass of our bedroom bay window shatters in pieces, some fall eight-floor below on the concrete and some inside. The smell of your perfume lingers then throughout the room. For years I thought its a sign. Now that I rest my body perpendicular to the window and look below at your translucid corpse, I see past, present and future much clear now,
I was wrong, its an invite. This time I am coming home.
There once lived a little birdie on the most bizzare branches of an anfar tree,
She sat on branches and would watch the sun go up and down like her father's wing.
She felt inspired so she flapped them too hard and too long.
She liked it but she liked her home better,
Little birdie decided she wouldn't fly,
Others birdies flew high around the sun.
But little birdie sat on her branch singing for people passing by,
Little birdie liked ogling moon at night instead of sleeping.
Big and old birds pried each morning "those wings, Can they fly?"
Little birdie didn't know but she had faith that they did.
But she was scared to break through the pleasure into a world of eagles and crows.
If this is my descent into madness then let the journey begin. I have tried to fit into the outside world time and time again only to feel like a rejected organ from a bad transplant. I have felt more peace surrounded by four walls than I ever felt out there. I found a richer, deeper society bound within the isolation away from the toxicity of social politics. I have finally found people who think like me and being separated by time periods or space no longer makes a difference. I ask nothing of them but their knowledge of enlightenment and kindness. They ask nothing of me but to open my mind and lend an ear. For once I have found people who do not take from my soul instead they are helping t...
Have you ever
noticed that the
occur at the
Who are we?
Tardy talk, not anyway serious, but mostly prates.
Flipped side of coins, but we talk straight.
Hit by the weirdo, dyslexic wand, heart to head; but not yet in a total comprehend.
I don't know but this is what & how I feel,
Duh! I can't help but text you too much again 😋
Not the way I thought or felt,
For our talks I believe somehow will find a way.
Much water has poured and kept me drenched, but I wish you are under an umbrella shed.
I can bear more rain, if the cold stays dismayed
So may I ask who are we again?,
Perhaps, an Owl and a Bat denying sleep at midnight, under a shelter built by hay 😄
-12 Vessels ❤
Sometimes it just takes a few kind words from a stranger to change your whole day around😊
Sometimes we pretend to
be okay, in a hope that,
maybe pretending will
make things alright.
Sebastián Bardina, el que apodaban "sardina", en una ingrata broma de la rima. Tan bueno y malo a la vez (dependiendo del ojo y la perspectiva), tan gran amigo como mal enemigo. Caminante de rectilineas sendas (mientras pudiese o la vida le permitiese), de corazón tan inmenso como tonto, dueño (bajo protesta) de muchas famas, de cientos de gracias y desgracias miles...
((minúscula descripción del personaje principal de mi primer novela: "Sebastián Bardina")).
If only we were given the driver seat for our life we probably wouldn’t have done a lot of things we already did. But that’s not how life works. All we can do is have faith and trust the timing. Until then, enjoy riding shotgun.
I'm not naiv. However I'm pretty inmocent.
I don't mind it until we start talking about it. I'm just not like others. It makes me feel uncomfortable. And that's what annoys me. I should be able to talk about it. I don't mind not drinking, not smoking, not fooling around, but I hate how it makes me feel sometimes. Because there's no other to talk about. You're sort of out of the group at that time.