What am I without you're love?
What am I without you?
Everyone want's to know.
If I'll break or if I'll shake.
But if I run, I wanna know.
Will you miss me at all?
Will you even shed a tear?
Or breakout in fear?
My answer is.....
I might break apart.
I might cry every day.
I might lose myself for a while.
But when time comes and shows me fate.
Shows me you're not awake.
You're asleep with all the lies that people told.
I'll wake up and look up.
At all the beauty that I see.
I'll wake up and know you're not worth my tears.
Not worth my time wasted trying to make you realize.
This moment with all your dreams and life is all you have. Make the best of it.
His factory of thoughts lacked the proper ventilation to allow his anger to escape. Therefore, his acerbic eruptions were unsurprising, any vessel under increasing pressure becomes combustable.
What is LOVE?
Love has many faces..
Love b/w Mom and son..
Love b/w Brother and sister.. and many others..
But I am talking about the Love for the person who was initially a stranger in your life and now he/she is your life.
How interesting it is.. We all love to the person whom we do not know before but after that the person becomes everything for us...
His habbits become your habbits.. his favorites are now your favorites..
His likes now your likes and his dislikes also become your dislikes..
Even in true love we sometime adopt his/her bad habbits also..
Love is a beautiful feeling of life....
Love is like a lotus in a mud pond....
Love makes people alive and also makes the...
To whom it does concern:
Things don't have to be the same, nor do they be rethought. What the world has shown me gives me little hope for any real renewal. It is not pessimism, only an unclouded understanding of where we stood, stand, and rooted. Sometimes when you move on, it's a new beginning; but most often we unrealistically think the wholeness has been shattered. We have always been there, complementing the other and regardless of the distance, there will always be the memories that can't be taken or renewed. There is an always, and I'm sure our place, our time, and our lives intersected for a instance that will be forever ingrained in us. What the heart longs for is not always recipr...
I never had the courage to directly speak to you on the feeling level. Maybe it's because it's a "no-go" zone on your side. Though, how many times haven't I tried in the past?
Today and for years now, I am the one setting this as a no-go zone with you. I can't speak about feelings. About what happens in my life.
And that's totally logical. In your views, I should be a suceeding student. That's all what matters. You doesn't exist as long as you don't suceed. Or you go and work. Eventually I took a too theoretical university where I have enjoyed myself about the content, but not on how it was taught and even less about how students are being evaluated. As a result, It's m...
it's been almost 13 years since you chose to leave.
As the day approaches, I can't stop thinking about how much has happened in that year. You missed a lot of things; Our Bestfriend Day, Getting in an Ivy league University, and a trip to different places!
You'll miss your most awaited event; Our College graduation. Commencement will be next year, but I know that I'll be having a weird feeling that I'll graduate without you.
when you took your life, a lot of things changed. I could no longer joke, however subtly, about death. none of us could.
my whole perspective was altered. now I truly the value of life and of willpower.
I knew you so very well. we both knew that. we always consider...
Tangina naman life. Hindi ko alam ano mali e. Bakit laging ganon. Nakakapagod na. Nakakapagod na kasing maghintay na lang. Akala ko yon na talaga e. But again i was wrong. Sana sinabi na lang na, hey i don't want to talk to you. I don't like you pala. Mas madali pang tanggapin yon kesa magisip ano ginawa ko. In the first place, i'm fine nung wala pa e. Okay ako sa buhay ko. Just go with the flow lang. Tangina sinira nya routine ko. Paano patigilin ang utak sa kakaisip. Sana tumigil na lang yung utak ko sa pagiisip. Napapagod na ko e. Pagod na pagod. Isipin lahat ng bagay sa paligid ko.
I’m ready for this. I’m ready for the ups and downs. The struggles. The high times, and the low. I’m ready for in sickness and in health. Death do us part.
I’m ready for you.
Standing quietly in the shadows of pain. A burning light driving me toward the most insane version of myself.
Aku bertengkar dengan batinku (belum, belum berperang, dia masih ingin berdamai denganku); apakah dia sudah bosan tinggal di hatiku, atau sudah menemukan pengganti?
Mengajakmu kembali? Itu mustahil, kau sudah terlanjur asyik berkelana kesana kemari. Aku hanya menantimu dalam muak, berdoa tanpa henti dan berharap akulah pulangmu dalam setiap perjalananmu.
Kau mau kemanapun, terserah.
Aku menunggu; semoga tidak sampai sslamanya.
वो एक किताब लिए कैफ़े के उस कोने में बैठी थी जहाँ बहुत सी किताबे रैक पर रखी हुई थी ।
उसकी नज़रें उस किताब में थी और इक प्यारी सी मुस्कान थी चेहरे पर, जिससे मेरी नज़रें हट ही नही रही थी ।
मैं सब कुछ भूलकर बस उसकी ओर देख रहा था, और उसके संग मैं भी हल्के हल्के मुस्कुरा रहा था ।
ना जाने क्या था उस किताब में ना जाने क्या था उस मुस्कान में... मैं ये सोच ही रहा था की वो एकाएक चहकते हुए उठी और सामने खड़ी अपनी बहन के फोन में अपनी फोटो देख के मुस्कुराने लगी ।
उसकी दोनो मुस्कुराहटों में कुछ खास था, जो उस किताब के लफ़्ज़ों की वजह से थी और जो उसके फोन में बसी उसकी तस्वीर की वजह से थी...
में दोनों से ही प्यार कर बैठा ...
I'm watching Battlestar Galactica (2004) and the story is kinda good. It's not like the old show and the CGI needs some work, but it's still something to try.
No sé hasta qué punto virtuosismo es don o condena,
una cadena que ata y estrangula,
un deber que atender
incluso cuando el cielo estalla,
el cuerpo tiembla
y la vida es niebla.
Ando intentando mejorar
mi tacto y paciencia,
pulir y tachar
mejorar y corregir
todos los vocablos que nacieron de un caos,
No sé si ansío el virtuosismo
después de tanto trabajo
o arrancarme las vísceras de cuajo,
convertir el folio en trapo
y limpiar este desastre de lágrimas.
"Mantén la compostura",
me decía mi madre, despidiéndome de ella.
No mantengo nada,
ni siquiera ya la pluma.
Escribir ya no me consuela,
este poema no le llega a mi tristeza ni a la suela del zapato.
hagamos un t...
I knew that you're faraway hmmm. J just miss you even though i dont have the right to miss you.
I hope you're doing fine
He looks at me exasperated and says ,
"God, i know . I have heard this so many times . "His eyes roll back as he sarcastically questions .
Is that why you were upset this whole time ? I thought i did something again .
My eyes started tearing up as i tried to control my anger as well as the hurt . I despised it when he would make me question my own sanity .
I wanted to slap him wanted to scream at the top of my voice that "you don't get it ."
Instead i got up from the bed we were lying in and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Are you angry with me ? He asked in disbelief . I slammed the bathroom door shut and sat down in despair .
How could i do this to myself again , i gave in so easily...
Time really flies
It's been 4 months since I logged in, and I can't believe so many things happened during that time. I don't even know where to start, it's all start to turn more easy for both me and my brother.
Now that I'm 17 years old, I'm legal to do anything I want with my life (include drinking, but let's put it aside) and that means I am the one who'll be in charge of taking care of my brother.
After I left to live with my uncle, my dad suddenly disappeared. The last thing he said was sorry, on messenger, and I can't reach him anymore. No one knows why he left, nor go. And that was 2 months ago.
My mom, in the other hand. Start to develop a workaholic syndrome. She buried ...