The universe has given you everything you dream for.
The question is, how determined are you in claiming them?
Persistence is Key.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC
Everybody Lies.
What's worse than lying to all?
Lying to yourself.
Over and over again.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Love,
a feeling I truly miss!
To love another,
ah such sweet bliss.
But,
for one to love another;
is to first love thy self,
For,
when love fades,
your shattered heart
is what you have
left.
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC
In all endings...
especially that of relationships,
We ask for forgiveness.
To people.
To whoever we've hurt and scarred the most.
Honestly though,
The one whom we should really ask pardon from,
is
our
heart
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
I count the days when we were together.
The days when I smile, barely makes up my hand.
The days I cried, even my toes can't suffice that.
But stubborn as I were, I stayed thinking this would be all worthwhile.
But now I'm at my end, and I owe someone an apology.
I'm sorry my heart, for making you go all through that.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC
*My penultimate problem
would be
when the day comes
I stop loving you.
My ultimate problem
is
what comes
after that.*
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
Eat.
Study.
Pray.
Top.
Everything else is rendered nullified and voided.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
"I have no idea what she's doing lying there on the floor.
She's not moving.
I'll go and play with this rattle."
"Papa's just sleeping. He'll wake up from that big box bed.
And we can play ball then."
"Our neighbor died. I think he got punished for not being nice to us.
I should be nice to everyone so I won't die."
"We're all going to die at the end.
What scares me is I don't know when."
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
I keep repeating things over and over again.
Over and over again.
And again and again.
I love my blanky.
Where's my blanky?
I think mom hid it under the pillow.
Mommy's putting on makeup.
Pat, Wipe, Pat, Wipe.
And I also pat and wipe.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
I think that the world is a hospital.
And we are all patients awaiting treatments to achieve the life we want.
But for this treatment, I think I'm the wrong patient.
Some may call me a medical prodigy,
with my fascination of the sciences of man.
And my keen memory of endless medical jargon.
Books upon books, my brain ticks late of night.
Studying every page, text by text.
Everything I need to get someone better.
It feels wonderful to see someone feel better.
But it's as if I'm infected by their misery.
Why am I doing here, anyways?
This world needs good doctors.
I know I can be a great doctor.
I just don't want to.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC