"Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.”
- Maria V. Snyder
I miss your warmth. I miss your smile. I miss your cooking. I miss hearing the sound of your voice be it loud or soft. I miss the touch of your hand in mine. I miss taking care of you. I miss lying next to you and telling you about my day, my hopes, my dreams and my thoughts. I miss the different ways you show your love for me.
Above all, I miss you. I miss your mere presence in my life.
For every step I took ,
You were there to hold me through,
When the nights seemed scary ,
And when heart breaks were plenty,
You were always there beside me,
To hold my hand and guide me,
What would all this writing worth be,
If it did not hold a piece for my
Mom who always loves me.....❤
The nature didn't allow me to be a mother
I can't generate. I always commit a "murder"
My venter is poisonous
My breasts are treasonous
I grieved so many times
I gave birth to disdain
Buried in the trash several lives
I ran away to feel like the rain
He met me and took me in his arms
And suddenly I was a child again
The suffering made me realize
That I was never without him
He cried with me and told me "it's gonna be okay"
"I will heal you daughter of mine"
"You has grown among the pain"
Life is like two movement
If yes I am hear and if not
I am not hear
I am like stranger who find
Her self in this world .....
She came. She did. She wasn't found.
So much can be said about any woman you see around...
Yet she passes away like the fading photographs
Torn and eaten by the termites of time
Her memories all threadbare
and you can't remember her face
Such is the fate of a woman who once took your breath away
Now what remains is a feather weight trace
Of her impact on your feelings
While her body of work left a cosy castle for you in your wake.
Mother O' Mine
Let your hand's run reverse,
time O' time turn backwards;
Let me remember my mother's words,
be something you love and understand,
follow your heart and nothing else;
You'll find McKenna's gold
is all in your soul;
She told me,
try and try and try
spread your wings and fly;
Don't let them tell you your worth
I know it as I gave you birth;
O' My precious one,
don't let them detain you,
tell you that you lack the spark,
for they are the ones,
who have slept through the night,
and have never known fire,
inside the stars.
I can never find my perfect light.
Its always either too dim or too bright.
Maybe lighting was best in my first room.
But I can never visit nor reproduce the ambiance of my mother's womb.
*THAT WOMEN *
Woke up early for a daily kiosk...
Cooking, Cleaning,its not a joke..
Oh! Its time to send her in school ..
Uniform, lunch, oops! Forgot that Book..
Exams on peak.. what to speak..
Just running in a whole house
Carrying smile on my cheeks...
He worked from home, killing his time mostly on the phone.
She never complaint as She loved him More...
Things wrapped, Just look up at yourself..
Still have time to get dress up..
Pack your bag, lock your door..
So cute! you forgot to do your hair and your kiss your monseiur ..
You do not care , what you did , what was left..
Reached your station to get your train..
I often go to restaurants and cafes, alone.
Order two cups of tea, in chivalry of the woman I admire.
Even though she isn't around, I simulate her presence and this one tradition I do follow even if I'm enervated.
You know the thing with damaged and broken girls is that most of them had learned their lessons harsh, that they no longer need anyone. They won't need anything, because they've fought their battles, and made it.
And another thing, they are not afraid of losing as much, or fighting alone again. It will just be another pain, but they'll survive. What scares them away, is fighting "against" something they love. That's double the hurt, or many times more than that.
So walk away and leave her alone, because she doesn't need a man who isn't strong enough on his own. If you're just a scared mouse, start to run.
I am a feminist who likes to be dominated. I like to be held down and made to conform to someone else's will. That's not because I'm a woman. That's because I have a sexual preference.
I want to be a writer. I have a dream of writing in a way that others can escape into. I want some child some day to look at me and think, "I admire that person, and I hope to be like her," the way I did to so many while growing up. I want my peers to listen when I speak because they know that what I say is relevant and important.
I don't expect my lifetime worth of dreams to be in any way compromised by the couple of hours every now and then that I want to be held down and commanded, and I do not have to cho...
There's no fault in her stars.
She may be a bit stubborn and hard to satisfy but she's in no way a smug or vain. If she's been quite successful this far in life yet struggling a bit in the relationship department, it must be because she's incredibly selective and holds men to high standards. So it has nothing to do with any sort of curse if she's found to be single. Any man who is jealous, lacking confidence or controlling doesn't stand much of a chance with her. She doesn't need platonic love but a deep and passionate love. There could be someone loving her too much but may be the two of them are not able to sync in because she's the kind of woman who will fall head over heels for a man who...
Wear your scars like your makeup..
Show them off
Scars are signs that you fought and won!!
Its hard doing things alone when its supposed to be for two..
He maybe financially available but he's physically and emotionally unavailable.. so I have to fill the gaps; that he should be filling.. I may not worry financially, but doing things that requires a man is really heavy..
I do hope and pray that my way of guiding her is enough to teach her the right way of life...
and That everything I do is for her own good...
It's hard but I hope it'll be worth it! 🙂
Iss jagg mein sab kuch jhuth sahi,
Ikk maa ka pyar bas jhuth nahi..
Ae bekadre hai maa vahi,
Jo tujhe khilaakar bhukhi rahi,
Tujhe raat sulaakar jaagi jo,
Teri khair hamesha maange vo,
Khud apni Sudh budh bhulke bhi,
Teri khaatir hi bas lagi rahi,
Chahe kitni bhi tangi ho,
Kabhi mamta mein thi kami nahi..
Iss jagg mein sab kuch jhuth sahi,
Meri maa ka pyaar bas jhuth nahi..
Dear woman in the Champagne heels,
Dancing with you was the best part of my night. I promise I was trying to listen to everything you were trying to say to me, but I was distracted by your beautiful smile, the smell of your perfume as I was slowly spinning you around. I tried to cherish every moment we had because you're one in a million, one of a kind. I don't have much to give, lately, I've been so burnt out on giving my heart to women who really doesn't deserve me. I'm a working project, I want to turn this dust into a diamond.
Are His Constellation,
A Tireless Gaze
Upon Her Beautiful Face
With Deep Admiration.
Never in my life
have my hands
felt the unbearable weight
of being empty
as the day she let go of my hand
to wave goodbye
as she crossed the street
all by herself.
Why didn't anyone warn me
about all the times my heart
would get broken
as I watched the marvel
of my daughter
-Melodee Korff // The Weight of Empty Hands