Tal vez allá momentos que no compartamos, pero aun así siempre te tengo presente en mi mente...
I haven't forgotten about you
And believe me I have tried
To rid myself of memories
And erase you from my mind
Kinky Eskimo ⭐
With empty mind and dreams in eyes
I walked that door
Initiated and interacted made strangers my clique
Learned played achieved
Came home satisfied with the deeds
From shrill cries to smooth one's
Every day spent cannot be earned with a penny
The days are gone
Only memory serves.
Missing you more and more every day.
I will always have the memories....
Our bodies intertwined.
Tongue to tongue, lip to lip.
The feel of your teeth on my bottom lip.
Your hand On my throat, kissing me harder.
Your other hand squeezing my breast.
The feel of your breath on my skin.
Teeth digging into my neck.
I feel your hands moving down my curves.
Your hands gripping my hips.
Pulling me into you.
I can hear your soft moan.
Your growl as you thrust harder into me.
Our bodies in tune.
The passion and pleasure.
The feel of your release inside of me.
Your body on mine gripping me tight.
Whispering in my ear, "mine".
"You didn't tick the boxes, Ms Hana. We already finished those things on the list."
"You have to tick the boxes!"
"Look (pointing to the pen on my hand). You're bringing your pen along to the the toilet."
"You smell so nice now. You smelled awful the last time."
"Can you wait, please? I have to finish making this for you. I won't see you anymore."
"Teacher Hana! Dad, I can say my teacher's name now."
"Take a picture of me, please."
"I'm making your name Ms Hana (using play doh to make letters)."
"Where's my drawing I gave you the other time? Did you put it up?"
"This is for you and this and this too (while handing me pieces of paper with drawing of hearts shapes)."
"Is your silly m...
12 days before Christmas.
They say, if a door closes, it means another one will open.
I wonder, if I'm the one who closes a door, will it still willing to open up for me?
Today, I decided to write about my thoughts and curiosity on the things I've encountered this year.
Honestly, there are a lot of things going in my head since I resigned from my job. All the 'What Ifs', the confused feeling of regret, the 'What will happen now' feeling and mixed emotions of fear, excitement, and confusion. Even it was more than half a year ago, I don't know why I can't help but think of all these things.
On another note, today, I finished one of my research paper in Grad School. I was thankful for gaini...
Notes On An Unhurried Journey
Professor T. Ripaldi
"When we adults think of children, there is a simple truth which we ignore; childhood is not preparation for life; childhood is life. A child isn’t getting ready to live; a child is living. The child is constantly confronted with the nagging question: “What are you going to be?” Courageous would be the youngster who, looking the adult squarely in the face, would say, “I’m not going to be anything; I already am.”
We adults would be shocked by such an insolent remark, for we have forgotten, if indeed we ever knew, that a child is an active participating and contributing member of society from the time he is born. Childhood isn’t a time when h...
I wonder what colors are,
just like a gust of wind bringing me your memories....
It was raining today,
the feel of the raindrops on my palms,
reminded me of you
It made me realize
"Memories are like raindrops
the tighter you grab it, the faster it slips away"
Take me somewhere, someplace where I can just look at you all the time
My only regret is not knowing you
To I don't know who we are now,
Its been long,I almost forgot that we were together once. Passing through all those nights and days now here I am lost in a new world. Relieved from every memory I cried for every moment to come back. Now they were no more. I moved on,leaving every thing behind. Iam back with a smile on my face. Sleep took its place and now my thoughts have become stable. No more nights were sleepless, no more nightmares hugged me. I started dreaming. Now, months later in the middle of a beautiful mess you came back. I was more happier than before. My smile has its wide version, My breath felt new and my life got exited. But realising that it's not in my physical world but it's...
It's been so long but,
I still can't seem to move on with
your memories chained to my feet
and your laughter masking my tears.
Today is a wet, rainy day.
Shelter is scarce.
Everything is soaked.
Thoughts of you makes me feel warm.
I remember the rainy days we spent together.
The days we wouldn't leave the bed.
Keeping each other warm.
Listening to the sound of the rain.
I can still feel your arms around me.
I miss those days.
Like the past, you are gone.
I wish I could go back.
I wish I could say I love you once more.
I wish I could tell you what you meant to me.
I wish I had a goodbye.
The rain carries your memory.
Every drop carries a thought of you.
A few weeks ago, on a day
There came, a shower of rain
Gusty wind it was
And I was seated on my windowsill
With self esteem, rather low
Only thinking of my cousin bro
But then I saw a boat row
In a muddy pond by a kid, along the wind's blow
And then--- realisation
A seed I sowed
In my heart, to grow
Full of love and happiness
And uprooted the seedlings of sadness
And now I live a happy life!
Hace tiempo atrás nos dejamos de hablar.
No se si estoy bien, pero ya son unos 3 años de no estar de no conversar, si, quizás me ganó el orgullo el sin fin de veces que me buscaste, de eso hace aproximadamente de 6 años, los mismos años atrás que tengo de no abrazarte.
Sé que tardé años en buscarte, y cuando lo hice, recalcaste lo poco que me importó cada vez contactabas para arreglar los malentendidos.
Hoy somos dos perfectos desconocidos, muy diferentes a los que se reían juntos, hablaban todos los días, se contaban sus historias, sus amores y desamores.
Pero el verte el viernes a lo lejos, sin saber si me viste, me lleva a pensar muchas cosas. Entre esas muchas puedo recalcar: cuanta f...
Had had a childhood,
That I often pray to God,
Never give to anyone.
Love and care for a growing child
Had there been withheld,
What else was there for him to fondle?
Over a died childhood
Rather than a bitter past.