I was once told in order to be loved you have to love yourself I guess inspirational quotes are supposed to motivate you but that one make me wonder.
What if you don't?
I feel like there has to be someone willing to stick with you through anything.
That might just be my feeble attempt at hope, but things have to look up right?
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
I'm not sure where I stand
Between reality and imagination
I'm a make-believer, a dreamer
I love the what ifs
The longing for something greater
Something more beautiful, bigger, better
Ideas bigger than myself
I spend more time hoping than doing
Dreaming than accomplishing
Being a dreamer is a gorgeous flaw
Nothing can compare to the perfect imagination
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
What is time for
our tasks at hand?
Is time a value for
a new life at hand?
Is time a new
beginning for your family?
Is time a start to
learn in school for grades?
Is time to get
a job at will?
Is time a time
for a persons death?
Its time you
and I to
start something new?
Value you time well for
it will come in handy someday.
-Sign LINK THE HERO OF TIME-
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Embellish in the livelihood of adolescence
Fear was not taught;
it was conditioned
an emotion cultivated inside our minds
given access without permission
Love on the other hand
you would say is intuition,
but eventually we fear to love;
yet another human condition
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
all i can say is
thank You
thank You
thank You
because who looks at this
mess of a heart, of a soul
and finds beauty in it?
You.
who looks at the awful things i did
and instead of pointing a finger,
instead of casting a stone,
or turning their back
they smile and whisper that it's okay?
You.
who looks at this heart who everyone couldn't love
and tells it that it is the most loved heart in the whole entire universe?
You.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Innocence
Love is...
Pure feelings
when two hearts attached.
To love
is never a guilt
Never a crime
If you ever felt guilty
for loving someone
Perhaps you don't
even understand..
don't even know
what, how love is...
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
Before we were
Christians,
Muslims,
Jews,
Hindus,
Sikhs,
we were all human.
The funny thing is that we still are
We have just forgotten it...
We are all human,
regardless of religion and race
If you can't accept this simple concept even
say good bye to globalization
and internalization
and be in your comfort zone...
safe and sound...
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Waking up at the wee hours
For the sake of Allah
I wash and clean myself
I humbly worship god
Thats all I do
Everyday I pray...
I have been asking too much
from him
Did he ever complain?
No... God has mercy
I keep asking day and night
Five times a day, sometimes more
For this and that.. I ask
Am I not ashamed?
A little perhaps
but I am humble...
I keep asking, keep wanting...
keep pleading, keep praying...
Keep worshipping...
I believe in him
Even when I don't see him
I trust him
Even when I don't hear him
I keep my faith
He is the most merciful,
the most compassionate
He sees me
even when I am hiding
He hears me
even when I am silent
I am not pure and perfect
to deserve god's heaven
but I fear the hell fire...
I could feel the blaze...
Dear God you are creator of everything
You are the guardian over everything
Protect me from evils
Guide me to heaven
I am only a human
Humbly I submit myself to you...
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
In the Name of Allah the Magnificent the Beneficent, Allah you show me much of You're Gratitude, my prayer are never sufficent.
Allah my heart and soul pleads for Your Grace, my life has turned for the worse please have Mercy on my soul and all my sins erase.
Deep in the valley in the darkness of life, so difficult to find an exit that would lead me out of this strife.
I supplicate, my soul cries searching for guidance, so deep in this worldly life while crawly out of subsidence.
Reconciling and searching for the better things You offer, forgiveness in my vocal cord is stifled, my soul suffer.
Allah, Your Greatness is so sound Your Creation is so perfect in Your way, my Lord hear my prayer don't let me go astray.
The rain You bring upon us fulfills the rich supplement of life for mandkind, the lost gratitude and praises we leave so behind.
Forgive me Allah of my pass and coming sins, I beg for Your Compassion from now and till my new life begins.
Cleans my heart and soul, with Your Heavenly Grace make me as white as snow, forgiveness is the best that I know.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Her voice is like the ocean
i love it
when she murmurs sweetly
to herself
and her soft speaking
would soothe and calm me down
But sometimes
She can get really loud
like the seas
roaring in a storm
Her hair varies
She wakes up like Bob Marley
brushes it
goes to work
wearing it like any ordinary woman
when she comes home
her hair reminds me
of dry fuzzy grass
during hot summer months
Her hands are always busy
Scrubbing, writing, cooking
It's almost rough
like sandpaper
but when sometimes
she holds me with care
They're like the
velvet palms I don't wanna let go
Mother's eyes
They are windows of an old dungeon
and a strong person
is locked and lonely inside
but sometimes
her eyes seem to sparkle
and sing
and I hate it when I see
beads of water
trailing on her cheeks
Mother
A powerful soul,
who molded and taught me
about life, about this world
with her voice,
her hands,
her eyes
Mother
who cared and scolded
I miss her tender kisses
her warm hugs
which I get often
when i was still small
I know I've grown up,
It's not that it's awkward
I hate that it has changed this way
but I also know
deep inside
that worn-out soul
still lies a burning flame
of love and parently care
I just know that.
Mother knows that.
Only time will tell.
Only time will show.
But I am afraid of waiting.
I am afraid it might be too late.
Even if they say, it's never too late.
Mother.
Whose heart and spirit has shaped
and formed
the person I am now.
Mother.
Who has been with me through all this time.
My Mother.
The one thing,
The one person,
I can be most proud of.
Mother.
My Mother.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC