Iam writing this because my death is destined in few days.
It's been a very short period from the time we first met. I came into your life and gave you a surprise chills. You welcomed me with your smoking blush. You started enjoying my company untill I came closer to you.You started changing. You tried avoiding me. Knowingly Befriended the one's whom I hate. The closer I came, the more fire you put around you, burning my life. The more I tried hugging you, you build a heat wall between us. The morning cries of mine blurred your vision and so you began hating me. The silent nights without you made me more cold. You also started blaming me for the sickness which I never caused you. Yo...
Cuando me siento detenidamente a pensar ...
me doy cuenta que no tengo un hogar donde llegar ,lo que hay es una casa vaciá ,llena de cosas materiales que no llenan en absoluto nada dentro de mi ,la comodidad y lugar adecuado que no le ponen calor a este frio corazon .
Hogar o casa es donde se te espera con un abrazo ,un vaso simple de agua ,donde escuches decir : "que bueno que ya Estes aqui", "te extrañe", donde alguien puede very tu sonrisa y sea lo Unico estaba esperando ver Al final del dia .
Hogar es donde El corazon mas frio ,duro ,pobre de amor siente amor .
Y vamos por la vida construyendo Paredes ,Cuando para vivir necesitamos construir un amor en El lugar mas desierto llamemos hogar...
" It's only us"
No one could see us
So no one knows
what is in between us
I have fallen in love with you and
you have fallen in love with me
We both fell in
love with each other
so from you & I
we to us
So "it's only us."
You see me, hiding behind something.You see me, as a girl with a weak soul.You see me, with darkness around me.You see me, as an opportunity for your joy.You see me, as a toy without any feelings.But the other side of me isn't me.You saw everything but not the one which I am holding. It's never me it's your reflection, the wild side of you. Your tormented soul.I am holding the dark side of your reflection and your crooked up mind has done to me. I am wearing your evil thoughts which you forced me to bury. With those dark eyes am still waiting for a change where you stop seeing me as a chance. A day where your dead skull turns into a beautiful face and allowing me to see the light I dreamt for...
"Inspired by MLK Theme Paper."
"WEAKNESS VS STRENGTH".
The more you look at your weakness
The less you get to know about strength,
If you keep looking at your weakness
Then you will fall down and people will walk on you to crush you and make you feel like
you can't do anything in life,
They will criticize you, they will make your mind with full of negativity and lastly, they will leave you by saying
"You are fit for nothing" and will show you the way that you look through the weakness.
So it's on you, what you want for self,
A weakness or strength.
If you want to do something in life
Then go for the strength, it is the best option to choose to defeat anything at any time.
stay strong an...
The most happy, I have been in while was when I saw her holding on to my arm in my dream.
The most sad, when I woke up.
On some days I feel blue like the sky is about to break, and the clouds are about to pour down heavy rain upon me as if they want to create holes on my body. There is this disturbing feeling that comes in big waves that never fail to crash on the shores of my fragile heart. Though tickled, my heart shivers due to the coldness that the waves of emotions bring.
On some days I feel lonely despite being with a friend and laughing so hard at his or her jokes. It is like being with a clown and finding him or her funny while watching myself from afar with a frown on my face. Sometimes the thought of how, if I ever disappear, my disappearance will not matter at all reminds me of how alone I still...
Everything is falling into place.
I feel like things are falling apart.
Good things are happening.
I feel like I am not meant to be happy.
So many things to celebrate.
I am stuck in a place were there is nothing but worry.
The future is bright.
I am still living in the past.
Time is moving forward.
I am at a stand still.
Without you in my heart, I’ve gotten to know God more. He brings joy, hope, and happiness into my life. He has brought me comfort through all this pain and turmoil the last two weeks.
You said I was dependent, and I didn’t listen. Without you, I’ve grown more independent and care for myself. I’m working on me now. Making choices for me.
With you, I felt a second love and compassion. I felt good about myself and my looks for the first time in forever. You gave me confidence.
With you, I learned new things. You pushed my boundaries and tested my limits. You pushed me out of my shell and gave me many memories.
Without you, I’ve learned how to live for myself.
With you, I want a second chanc...
We've circled this dance floor
A myriad of times
In the same position
That long hold, then dip
My hand still holding yours
Tethered to it in fear
That I might walk alone
So I clench my teeth
Drawing blood from a thorn
That pierces my lip
As we tango again. JD
*Tango Part VI*
#tethered #myriad #fear #WritingChallenges
#holding #CMIngChallenge #WritingPrompts
Without doubt my favorite word in Spanish is "Feli-triste" is a combination of happy and sad, I used to describe me with this word. Now I just say "normal" when someone asks me about anything 😊
So, apparently one of my friends asked me these questions. So, I wrote them all for you to read.
1) How to deal with depression?
2) How to love the course you chose?
3) How to survive?
4) How to build self foundation and strength?
5) How to stay inspired and motivated?
1. Fuck depression. Tell yourself that it's okay to be sad. But don't make it your lifestyle.
2. Celebrate your success. If you got a high score on a plate or exams, be happy about it. You've worked hard for it. You deserve an applause. You did well.
3. Don't... I mean, NEVER care about what others think of you. If they think you're a loser, then PROVE them wrong and slap on to their faces your sweet success.
4. If you fa...
She feels alone...
Necesita a alguien que le enseñe lo que es el amor
Que se le acerque sin temor
Que le bese la mejilla para acompañarle...
En su libertad
Que la trate con respeto y siempre hable con honestidad
La sinceridad que se requiere para que ella pueda confiar
Para que se sienta segura y se pueda equivocar
A su lado...
Que no se quede de brazos cruzados..
Y le tienda un mano
Para recorrer el camino de la comprensión
Apoyándose uno al otro sin condición
Porque para amar se necesita todo el corazón
Y un poco, solo un poco de la razón
Mientras mas miro tu vida, mas entiendo quien esta mejor sin quien, pero... ¿porque negarlo?, no es mas fácil decir las cosas como son... decir que no me extrañas, que estas mejor sin mi... cuantas veces me has dicho lo contrario... no tantas como todas las veces en las que yo miro lo contrario...
Si hay algo que me duele este domingo por la tarde... es saber que no me hablas con la verdad... o quizá... quizá si sea verdad, de otra manera porque me habrías besado de la forma en como lo hiciste... porque me habrías tomado por la cintura como antes, porque me habrías mirado de esa forma... como la primera vez...
Ya perdí la cuenta de todas las veces en las que he deseado al cielo tu pront...
It was midnight in 2016. I was crying myself to sleep because I looked at myself and the mirror and repeated in my head “ugly UGLY UGLY!” I was crying for 2 hours that night and when I woke up the next day for school, I still kept repeating it. I was “emo” back then so I was labeled an attention seeker and all my friends were mad at me so I didn’t really have anybody. I honestly did not know how I lived back then. I did, some days I regretted it, some days I didn’t. But I’m trying to not convince myself I’m ugly anymore but it hasn’t been working. I’ve been trying not to think about the awful thoughts anymore but it still didn’t work. I’m trying and that’s all that matters I guess
Have you ever felt not sad but really fucking empty like you aren’t worth it one single tiny bit :’(
God, the war changed everything, didn't it? It pulled our ugliness out of ourselves like a rotten tooth, and smudged it onto history books like a charcoal stain.
For 70 odd years, people held their chins up and hesitantly nodded at one another, tentatively linked arms, then eagerly embraced each other.
Yet the actions of the Axis Powers still linger at the feet of their countrymen today, when conflict flares up and current generations pull their arms away. The Allies huddle closer and closer, blurring the lines between camaraderie and collectivism. The lines scrawled in blood and oil are still beneath us like nuclear shadows.
Books upon books and movies, talks, videos, all...
you're so afraid to tell people how you feel because you fear rejection, so you bury it deep inside yourself where it only destroys you more
Forgery of smiles
Deceitful laughter, poison -
Venom in my veins.
Walks the earth, thorns on her feet
Hollow, empty eyes.
Walk away gently
Tears dried, heart stopped, moonlight shines
Leave life, fair unscathed.
A mother's sorrow
Sending her firstborn away
Six feet down dear life.
Leaves fall, rain torrents
Cascade of emotions, bare
The sun sets in peace.