Every one deserves to be loved, because we owe to love each other. We are all capable of giving love, because we were created to love and by Love.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
I love how people in tumblr and instagram managed to present a life behind those lovely photographs and beautiful writings – as if it was perfect. How they can present a perfect and attractive life with a great effort. Sometimes there’s a sudden envious within you, until you realized that not everything you see is true. Instagram or tumblr become the home of people who cover the truth with perfect photographs and beautiful words.
I could relate to a certain extent whenever I post something beautiful in social networking sites. People appreciate you and adore you, but there’s a whole part of your life, vsco could never saturate or cover and your audience would never know. Your life may look so perfect in the eyes of the outsiders, but you know that there’s a hole in your heart that photographs and words could never fill.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
the weep of your little girl in me every midnight
the longings she tried to fill with imaginations.
At night while she’s asleep, it is the hand
she’s yearning to feel gliding on her cheeks
It is the shout of her aching precious heart
the rescue she’s been waiting for
the relief from the heavy grief she’s been carrying
the beauty she wants to grasp
It is the morning sunrise
or
after a storm, it is the rainbow in the sky
The cheerful color her eyes wish to witness
the song she wants to hear from your splendid voice.
and the answer to restore the sparkles in her eyes
the ocean, she’s desperate to drown
it is the warmth of your embrace, she calls home.
It is who you are she wants to dwell on
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
It’s something I fear about before,
but what I’ve been always preparing for.
Every morning I wake up,
it’s my continuous decision.
A decision where comments or suggestions
of people aren’t necessary.
It became what people like and hate about me.
Sometimes it would be the topic of people around me,
not everyone would be happy about it
but I am moving forward…
The people who remain are the people
who understand and love who I’ve become.
There’s no turning back.
Old version has gone.
I love the person who I am becoming.
-J.G
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
People’s eyes became my favorite place to discover millions of emotions that kept hidden within those beautiful smiles and infectious laughs. Their eyes are the gateway, where I could travel to different souls and hearts, where the truth that lies beneath their skin and bones are exposed. This is where I found best actresses and actors defenseless, where the bleeding hearts could be found. A gateway that shows real emotions and naive souls, where love, pain, struggles, devotion, hope and true colors are displayed. Through people’s eyes, I found an open gate to a place where everything is true.
-J.g
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
Come to me.. so that in your embrace coldness leave my heart from freezing and waiting this precious thing stop to feel the fire of your love. Come within me, so that enemies run so fast and fears abandon me. Show me your face, I want to touch it, and the lightning that struck my heart turns like a rain of your love where every raindrop my heart dances with it. And the pain be replaced with joy tickling me inside. I invite you to come and stay, so the tears may end and smile form back on my face like how I first smiled when you formed me in my mother’s womb. Shower me with love and confidence, so like the stars at night I may shine bright. Satisfy my hunger and quench my thirst for you, I wanted to be enveloped with your loving arms. Please come to me, I want to swim in your ocean of love where I won’t mind drowning in.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
I stopped looking
in my sadness.
I’d already looked
away
from the past.
I’d already walked away
from the darkness.
Because when I turned
my two eyes on the cross,
I’ve realized it is finished!
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Maybe the “us, back together” will always remain a mere product of mental invention, and our memories remain a history. Maybe we’re just a lesson and an experience of the past, and the piece of you that I held for so long, is a fragment of my heart. The taste of your lips, the smell of your skin and breath are just stains living on my veins. The warmth of your touch and body on mine and your breath on my neck are slumbering underneath of my bed where I could only search them, and the only way to hear you, is to listen to the sound of your voice reverberating in my head. Maybe the “our existence” is now just an old image of four seasons, most especially, the raining season, where we have so many memories that couldn’t replace with anything. Maybe I need to stop breathing you, because there’s nothing I could breathe in, instead of the painful repetition that suffocating me, but I knew I couldn’t breathe you out, however, maybe I need the “us back together” to sleep forever with the anticipation of them not waking up. Maybe “us” is really now just behind the present, and probably, has no existence in the future like a history never repeats itself. Maybe I’m the one who needs to wake up and not the “us, back together” because it is just a figment of my imagination.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
you call me beautiful,
as if it was my name
your eyes smile as if
that word defines me.
as if every time your
eyes will meet mine —
I am the epitome of beauty.
I only knew you a short time,
but you were the first person
who ever placated the voices
inside my head, screaming
how imperfect i am.
I never wanted to believe
but for the first time
this word has an effect
to beat them down.
Your hold onto my head,
the smile on your face,
the perfection of the way
how you look at me
and how the word ‘beautiful’
fall over your lips
and
into my ears
are just so perfect.
I want them.
I want them to stay
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
I have something
to tell you important
No one really cares
about the thoughts
going through your head.
No one really cares
whatever you’re doing
at night whether you
break down and cry or
dance in the stage of happiness
Whether your eyes
hide and keep millions
real emotions inside you
They really don’t.
But I have a good news
Jesus is exempted among
those people who only seem
to understand but never care.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 2:30 AM UTC