Life was a walking disaster he ******* everything up even with the slightest touch.
And here was love, she was innocent, fragile and genuine.
They walked the same path but with different worlds.
But even the most different people had the slightest thing in common and it was ending up all alone.
Life met people, he grew attached to them and ended up wounding each one.
There came hate, anger, fury and more.
He took something.He did something.That was him. Unconsciously selfish.
He did try to give them back but then, it was never enough, it was never the same.
But here was love,she did everything to keep those people by her side.
Giving them everything she had,
Leaving a piece of her with them.
She shared, she did.
But then even if it was everything,It can't be enough
She thought, "would I ever be enough?"
Those two people sat down the same bench thinking why they ever always ended up all alone.
So when life saw love, she was sobbing and he thought,
she was the most genuine thing he ever saw.
Right there he again thought, there seemed to be a force that made him look at her differently.
She was beautiful,truly marvelous.
She had golden hair and white porcelain skin.
Cheeks that glowed and eyes that weeped beautifully.
He got the courage to talk to her.
"Hello"
"Oh, hello."
"What are you crying about and all alone?"
Love was hesitant to answer but then again she did.
"It seemed to be that I am never enough for anybody even if I did give everything I had."
"Oh..."
"Why?"
"Well, I've had the same problem but a little more different than yours."
"How is that?"
"Well, I'm selfish.I do not want to hurt those people intentionally but I do end up hurting them and I end up being all alone."
A week has passed since they met.
A month,
A year...
"Love?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you believe that things happen for a reason?"
"Yes I do."
"I think we met for a reason.And this reason is whatever I do is when you're here it makes everything beautiful and worthwhile.I love you my darling and to me you are enough."
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
The simple fact is that, it doesn't take much to make someone else happy.
A simple act if kindness like :
A tight hug
A compliment
A letter
A genuine smile
All these things take hardly any time.
And they could make somebody's:
Day
Week
Month
It could save them.
Spare a second for someone,and maybe they will do the same.
Be a nice person.
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
*I sat alone in a dark corner of my room,
As you're also in the corner of my mind.
Suddenly,I saw the glimpse of the lights up in the sky.
They sparkle as they fall afterwards.
They do disappear but another one comes to constantly bring magic.
Its magic,i call it magic.
Well,because,even in the darkest moments of my life
Something always comes along to show how magical and mysterious life is.
True,that I am young and in love.
These stars that rise and fall,leave me a mark.
In my eyes,in my heart shall they remain.
It made me feel like Alice,I am in wonderland.
Momentum, a force that allows something to continue or to grow stronger or faster as time passes.
I don't like loving you,
Because as each day passes,
It grows.
Like moments,each of them is unique in our eyes,
As you are.
You are the moment in my life,the force that allows my love for you to grow as time passes.*
You're my momentum.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
Why can't I write?
Why can I no longer bleed words?
Has life taken that much of a toll
That I can no longer write about my world?
Isn't pain or happiness supposed to inspire a beautiful or heart wrenching poem?
I am currently experiencing both feelings in my life, but the words still do not show.
I spend hours on a keyboard, and weeks on my phone; trying to type a simple tiny poem.
But the blank page stares at me, mocking my lack of inspiration. I feel a lack of dedication and not an ounce of motivation.
I've lost it...
I can no longer express my feelings through ink or through the keys on a computer. I thought this was my skill, but I guess writing is no longer in my future.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
*The trees swayed back and forth,
The wind brushed against her skin of porcelain.
Nothing could ever ruin that moment o so magical,
But then again,no moments last forever.
The sun shone brightly on the 28th of December
It illuminated her eyes making it so full of hope.
She dared to walk the path of hearts that were broken,
It never felt good,because,
once she was about to go towards the path,
Memories came flooding her.
She wept beautifully under the sun and with the wind.
Her tears were crystal,every tear shed counted
Because you saw how true the love was.
It fell on her rosy cheeks.
She took a step back,
Retrieved the path and the pain.
And,there she was never daring to fall in love again.*
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
No matter how we try not to cry,
The more we resist,the more it urges to happen.
Someone said,"Death is not a time for sadness,pain and mourning,rather it is a time for celebrating that our loved one,is with the Father.Our redeemer."
Well,that's some point well made.
But why are we even afraid of dying?
Is it because of the pain we might encounter?
Is it because of how much it'll cost us if we die without doing good deeds?
Or is it because we're afraid to be forgotten?
I am,afraid of death,simply because I am not ready for it.
I see this future ahead of me.
The daydream that i'll be able to fulfill one day.
Thus,I am told to believe that I live for a purpose.
Maybe this is,my purpose.
I am destined to live,to discover how to tame life.
I am destined to cry,love and be happy.
I am destined to enjoy the ride of this rollercoaster life.
I am destined to love my enemies,love the broken,love the most sorrows of life and embrace the life offered to us for a limited time on this land of misadventures and discoveries.
those were the thought brought to me by Him
I realized something,life is given to us to live,to discover,to prosper to whatever we discover within this puzzle.
If ever we die tomorrow,we know deep in our hearts we've done something right.Right for us.
We die in eternity.
Safely in His arms
With no regrets and no pain.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:52 AM UTC
these cold nights,I was with you.
these cold nights,I spent my time talking to you.
these cold nights,you were here.
tell me,you'll come back.
tell me you feel the same way.
I'll be waiting for you if you ever come back.
still,even in these cold nights,i still miss you.
during these cold nights i wish to spend them with you.
during these cold nights,i wish you'd be here.
I wish you'd tell me you'll come back.
And i wish you'd tell me you felt the same way all along.
If not,then you remain my unfaded memory that still burns in the back of my mind.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
I learn to dance with the wind.
I learn to scream out loud.
I learn to write down my illusions;
And I learn listen with my heart.
But why is it so hard
To be the one who lives the life
In chaos?
And why is it so hard to live the life
In utter solitude?
I am in confusion on what to live.
But then again i realize,i live them both
Which makes it even harder.
I am not prepared.
I am not prepared
For the world's rising waves.
The waves, that will sooner crash
Unto my sleepless soul.
I'll wake up soaked with my own dreams,
Or should I say,nightmares masked by my daydreams.
I walk the shore of obscurity,
And I fly the depths of my world.
I'll drown myself in a cheap bottle of wine,
And I'll fall asleep on the sight of glimmering reflection of water.
I'll loose myself in the sound of music
And leave trails of obvious insanity.
This insanity is my remedy.
Aside from the cruel world I live.
I dive into to water without second thoughts
I am chaotically peaceful.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
No one ever asked if I was okay.
And now I've catched everyones attention.
They're now asking me what's the problem.
THIS IS ********
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC