Words definitely cut deeper than knives...
But oh, dear Silence ---
You still remain the ultimate slayer...!
Failure is acceptable.
Giving up is not.
When we fail, we learn.
When we try again, we grow.
When we succeed, we blossom.
I am writing this as an open and honest letter as this is something I am going through at the moment that should be shared to help others I think.
It is about Mental Health as it happens. It is very easy to not realise that your work and life can have a huge impact on your mental state, your mind, to the point it can be classed as being ill! Like we may get illnesses around the other parts of the body, serious ones at that, mental health should never be over looked. People don't notice until it is too late, that not just work but other things in life, financial, relationships, housing, friends and family, study all sorts of things can put a huge strain on your poor mi...
I know you had a habit of going back to familiar places but you should know by now that the same faces will never make your heart beat at different paces. @PLECCA
Love is one of the most confusing thing,
Together or not together either way its a win.
To excuse oneself from the reality of life,
Where love is peace and blessing in disguise.
You see love as just a thing to acquire,
Indeed it is, if that's what your heart desires.
But is that what true love is? Letting go or caging to bleed.
No! Love is ancient,
Love is not what you own,
Love is the nature itself.
No matter what you say,
Love always finds a way,
Be it your stone cold heart or a flower in disarray.
Love is omnipresent love is pure,
Love is God's grace and not yours to own.
- Farhan Usmani
You know when it hits you? When all the emotions you’ve been trying to bury, hoping that they’ll fade away? It kicks in when you’re experiencing a fragment of happiness, then you realize that you could be completely happy if that person still was with you, or if you would’ve applied for that job, or if you’d have the guts to take the plane and start the life that you wanted.
Signing into lettrs again was like taking a trip back into the past. An old lover of mine and I used to write on here, just over a year ago and it is interesting to look back through old messages and lettrs.
It's crazy to think that at one point in time I was madly in love with someone and that the feeling was mutual. We'd write lettrs professing our love for each other, sometimes even our hate and resentment. Either way we were full of passion.
It hurt to read through some of the lettrs, even more to read old messages. It made me feel regret. I felt sad. Some of them brought happiness; overall - mixed emotions.
It's different reading those words now. They don't mean the same as they o...
As a poet I write of destiny and finding those who make each other whole.
I speak of forever and the missing pieces to become complete.
But I often wonder if all souls have a mirrored second half or are there Earth bound angels willing to carry more burden than they owe in order to serve as guides for the lost, the broken, and the damned.
I’ll write for you a poem
That you can read from time to time
A tale of how we could be
In a world where you are mine
We’d travel near and far, just us
Walking city blocks together
Our feet could take us anywhere
And our hands would still be tethered
The starlight could be blinding
As the sunshine fades away
Just tell me what to write
And I’ll create anything you say
I could write us into forever
If you let my mind run wild
I’d write us onto the tops of mountains
Where we’d play just like a child
I’d write us into all the wonders
That I’ve ever dreamt of seeing
But the saddest part of writing
Is that I can’t write you into being
Standing here for five minutes seemed eternity to him. After weeks he was having a little hope. Bus stand was crowded as usual. He could recognize few of the faces. He had left his grandfather in the bus. He was feeling guilty, yet he would never want his secret to be out. Being from a conservative family, he always felt a sword on his neck. He took all the possible precautions he could. He had been lucky far enough, but he never tried to test extent of his luck. He looked down to have a glance at his watch. 1:44 p.m. He had received the call eight minutes before. He was not expecting it, but when it came, he was something beyond excitement. But now it was dying with aging time. Hi...
By William Ernest Henley:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Your words serpentine
Through my crowded mind, until
They're lost among mine.
#serpentine #NovemberFalls #PoetryChallenge
THINGS TO REMEMBER.........
The past can’t be changed.
Opinions do not define your reality.
Judgements are a confession of character.
Overthinking will lead to sadness.
Positive thoughts create positive things.
Things always get better with time.
Everyone’s journey is different.
Happiness is ultimately found within.
You only fail if you quit.
What goes around, comes around.
Laughter is communicated.
Kindness is free.
You know those day
when you try so hard
to be positive
But you just can’t
get out of your head
You put on your favorite outfit and blast your favorite song
But it’s not going
to be enough
You put on a smile and prepare your fake laugh
Because you know it’s going to be a long day
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I look around me, i can't find a way to run. My feet just don't seem to move, my head gets all messed up and I can't send the right signal to my feet. 'Move, god damn it! Don't just stand there!' but all I do is scream. 'Don't touch me! Let me go'.
I even say it slowly with a grip on my shaking voice. ''Please just let me go. I don't want you to touch me.'' I look at the person who is holding me and I focus on the little wrinkles, the tiny eyes and the little smirk. 'You have to listen to me. If I say come with me, you do not have a choice.'''
I push the hands away who keep holding my hands in a firm grip. But everytime that I push them away they keep coming back to hold me even tighte...
When dubious about your ideas or thought,
Just give it a try, you might just hit the spot.
Failure, is the worst that will happen,
To strengthen yourself, this is a useful weapon.
Just move forward and carry on the process,
Considering it your first step towards success.