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Forget Me Not

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I am a cold, dead body
No one looks at me
I am buried in the ground
No one remembers me
And it seems to me 
That I am the masses of humanity
Its forever forgotten legacy

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Relationships Nowadays

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Relationships have been replaced with “talking”. Which consist of pointlessly texting and a random phone call here and there. People text or “talk” merely to fill a void when they get bored. Commitment is a rare thing to find. Date nights really don’t exist much anymore. Chivalry is pretty much a thing of the past. There’s no more opening the car’s door for her or going to the front door to pick her up for a date. Today’s society cheating has been accepted way more than it should be and people classify it as a mistake. Since it is accepted more people continue to go back to the same person that has cheated on them repeatedly. (Albert Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results) Feelings don’t really matter anymore and it’s became a hurt someone before you get hurt kind of world. Cheating or crossing the line has become way too easy with social media. People don’t put in the effort that it takes to keep a relationship healthy or work. When things get tough people give up. Relationships have lost its value over the years and they aren’t how they are supposed to be anymore. To the girls that say there aren’t any good guys left in the world, maybe you should reevaluate the kind of guys you pursue. To the guys that can’t find a good girl, I can guarantee that you aren’t looking in the right places.

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To my fellow bloggers

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While the world is full of hate, discrimination and racism, I just want to tell every single of you that I love you all regardless of your religion, or skin color and regardless of if I agree with your beliefs  and you agree with mine. Racism will always exist. Sexism with always exist. Fanatic religions will always exist. DISCRIMINATION WILL ALWAYS EXIST. Abuse of power, evident from the top the bottom, will always exist. You & I can only be responsible for what we contribute and what we extract from our lives and the lives of others. Be the change you want to see. Love without expectation of love in return. Give without the expectation to receive. Perspective is everything.  This world was not meant to be perfect nor was it meant to be peaceful. It was meant to test us, tempt us, elate us, burden us, and knock us down…. All to establish our character. It’s easy to be a “good” person when there’s no adversity. But it takes a true and pure heart to remain good when faced with all the negatives.

Love is a verb and not an adjective.

Love you all ❤

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It Doesn’t Matter

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Sometimes people allow their past hurts to keep them down, the he said, she said, he did, she did to stop you from progressing. But no one really stops you from being great, from having more, from being more other than yourself. Okay so that job didn’t work out, that friendship didn’t last, that marriage failed, but now what? What are you going to do in order to keep progressing in life? Never allow your past failures to be who you are now. They were obstacles that you overcame. As long as you allow your past to dictate your current and future situation you will always be stuck. Get out there and prove everyone wrong, get out there and make it happen, get out there and get your own. Don’t stay bitter and angry…don’t allow your past to control your happiness. Because while you are focused on the people who hurt you, guess what. ..they are LOVING life.

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How do I?

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How do I fix the hole in my heart?

 Some days hurt more than others.

 Sometimes I even forget, for a moment…

 And then, like a natural disaster, my world falls apart.

 A sound, a smell, a song, a memory and I’m missing you.

 Reality hits. Every piece of my puzzle is rocked to its core.

I’m just now a human shell,

Cold and empty

(an old poem I wrote years ago)

 

 

Still cannot get over you

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They say the hardest thing is letting go of someone you love. You can’t go back in time, you can’t change a thing; so, you decide to move on but sometimes it stings really hard.

You know, I wonder about your day, if you are having a good day or a bad day. I wonder if you have come across anything that amuses you. I think about the things I could tell you about my day. It has been a dreary day. Actually, the past three months have been a difficult ones for me. Negativity and sadness have dominated my thinking. Today, in particular, has brought back a sense of hopelessness; I feel like I’m left behind like shells on a seashore, after the sea recedes.

I miss you, and I hope you are missing me too.  You see, I don’t seem to be able to escape the thought of you:  the books I read, the films I watch, all appear to conspire to remind me of you in one way or another. Sometimes, there are hours in the day when I just repeat your name and I don’t even know why.

I am a prisoner in my own mind, subject to my own atypical neurological conditioning, but you set me free when we were together in person. I am clean, I am pure, I am free when I’m with you, and I wouldn’t want to change that for anyone or anything this decrepit world holds for me.

You are the diamond in the rough, and I the prospector, working my fingers to the bone to find you, dirtied and weak, you bring respite to my weary mind.

I hope you can see that I mean everything I say. I’ll be there for you, through thick and thin, no trial or tribulation too difficult, too torturous to endure to feel you in my arms once more. To unlove you is beyond comprehension, such a thing is not to be mentioned.

 If my words don’t give you comfort, then I hope space and time will. Till then, I will wait I for you like the boy that waits for his lost father to come home, and I know you’ll be back sooner than I think, but each waking minute away from you is an eternity.

Intimacy

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Intimacy isn’t just about sex or physical contact

Intimacy is when you don’t need hands to touch somebody

Intimacy is about being vulnerable, not wearing a mask

Feeling safe as you strip your soul layers by layers

As you stand naked, showing him your true self, even the darkest parts

or the parts you hate the most about yourself

But despite that he will still look at you as

you are something authentic, unordinary and special

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