jennifera9
Intuitively, there are the first two words that came into my mind: Knowledge and perfectionism. / I see no point in further elaborating these two words, as I have put strong faith in them in their self-explanatory nature of projecting your perceived personality of me. What's next? Two of my greatest comrades that accompanied through this tough, deserting yet interesting journey of life that I would like everyone to know of (please don't scowl at me, besties) : My Casio calculator and Sho-kun. Just a fun fact about Sho-Kun: He's an inanimate object and he loves Zelo from the Korean Boy Group: Best, Absolute, Perfect (B.A.P).
I've missed you
From the ripples of your voice buried under the tidal waves of the concrete jungle
I've missed you
From the oceanic drifts of desire that wades in the pool of mad passion
I've missed you
From the piles of the unsaid lines of scripted words which were not meant to be uttered
Where it shall be silent,
And I will still be waiting
To have missed you.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
I am a wanderlust nomad,
moving constantly from the empty, black hole,
to the radiant, shining cradle in my mind's eye.
I am a surviving nomad,
balancing the sword on the tip of my heart,
keeping it from cutting its delicate flesh.
I am a nostalgic nomad,
making trips back and forth in the
box of memories that I have chained them to.
I am always a solitary nomad,
searching, exploring and investigating,
the beautiful and ugly portions of
my multi-dimensional soul
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Derive the joy, magic and warmth of addition by connecting your soul to another's, yet remain independent as singular souls.
Meet the interference of envious, bitter and resentful subtraction which gives the process of separation from the souls you have connected to.
Both opposing forces with obstinate motivations coordinate unconsciously for the creation of an entrance-exit cycle in human interaction.
The pinnacle of human interaction is interceded by multiplication who compounds the congregation of the independent souls into a cohesive unit called groups and eventually society and nation.
Nevertheless met by the malevolent, destructive energy of division which ruthlessly breaks apart the products nurtured by multiplication, smashing them with propaganda, discrimination, and segregation.
O' how I exclaim that division is the truly nefarious power.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 8:22 AM UTC
Unperturbed by the indignance,
Aghast by the resounding negligence.
What is called the irreconcilable dissonance,
Of the reticent appearance permeating its covenants.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
It's coming to a rest.
Welcome new beginnings.
The transformation has just completed.
Time for New Phase.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
Grace flows between her fingers,
As her body flows with the rhythmic beat of the song,
Feeling inches and inches of passion growing inside her limbs,
As she loses herself in the beautiful dance of perfection
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
A camaraderie that was too hard to forget,
But too easy to vanish.
Be safe, my friend.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
The discovery ended not by a high note of exclamation for its celebration, but merely a simplistic, low key note of gratitude.
Amen, Praise the Lord that answers were revealed.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Conjugation between our heart's desire and of the Lord's,
As we seek forgiveness and build our Spirit,
Regaining His trust to help Him in completing His mighty will,
Being fully equipped for His economy.
Happy New Year.
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
Sweet as the pantries,
She basked herself in a fanciful coating of clothes and accessories,
Longing to find what she termed her "Identity" in her self-proclaimed journey of seeking Truth.
Basing herself upon these coatings,
The sweetness, the addictive tone of hanging on to the securities of being visually appealing had been the sole thought harnessed in her underutilized mind.
"What should I wear?" "Am I looking too ugly in this?".... undisclosed, subtle yet toxic cycle of thoughts kept protruding from the braincentre.
Things unkempt, bottles scattered over the floor, food wrappers uncleaned....she continued glorifying herself with her trance-like state of consciousness: Calling it "Nirvana" as she glanced over her new list of Boy-friends on Facebook.
While ignoring being a pejoratory display to others, she went on profusely with her self-consuming obssession on "Beautification"....with few occassions of gaining a few disapproving glints of nostalgia from her used-to-be down-to-earth mates.
****** Her work was disorganized, she was casted out from the team she used to collaborate with on a Science project, and became merely an alluring visual representation for pack of hungry alpha wolves.
Disintegration, down to the floor her teardrops were drained from her tearducts as she pushed every bottle of her exclusive make-up products away. "Useless, worthless...."the self-degenerating dictionary of vocabulary swarmed her psyche, attacking every single optimistic living cell in her.
Few days had passed when she found herself sleeping on the cold, hard, unrelenting floor. With a slow recovering stance, she gets up with the final thought of taking a chocolate bar for sugar.
Now she is a healthy, spiritual woman committed in empowering others to find their true identity
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC