Life was always about highs and lows.
Till we die it is always about highs and lows.
We may fight with someone we love, we may part with someone we care.
But things will work out eventually as life is a lways giving hopes for you.
You will be happy once again.
Sadness comes creaping in, then let the happiness never end.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Wishing to go back in time to change things that I did wrong to you.
Though I never intended to hurt you knowingly. Everything I did was just unintentional.
Going back won't change the things that I did because I would have done the same thing again.
I know people don't understand the way the others think most of the times.
And there are point of views in a plot when writing a story, likewise we have point of views too
So I am not the one to judge, but sometimes I wish people could understand my view also.
I may not be wrong.
Don't judge me that much people.
Even if you judge me, I know I am better than what you think of me.
That keeps me moving.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
The carelessness of a person can destroy a life of a person.
A life got destroyed due to someone's carelessness.
Friendship got destroyed with this carelessness.
But one who did the carelessness is the one who is hurt the most.
As they blame themselves their whole life for this thing.
They hurt themselves because, because of their carelessness, someone's friendship got destroyed.
They can't mend what's broken, and the friendship can't be fixed.
The carelessness of a person ruins the life of both party. The one that was careless and the one that suffered from this carelessness
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
You can pretend
That the black gloss
On my lashes
Will glue my eyes shut-
Make me blind to truth;
To ‘true knowledge.’
Go ahead.
Tell yourself
That my red-painted lips
Only spout nonsense.
It will only make it sweeter
When my wing-lined eyes
Give you whiplash
as I walk past you
To get my degree;
My award;
My paycheck.
Maybe if you’re ‘nice’
I’ll buy you an ice pack.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
My name is Ashly (yes spelled without
the E)
I was born without a windpipe and was 3 months premature.
I underwent surgery for a tracheostomy and died on the operating table.
I was revived.
I was hooked up to many machines and my parents were told I wouldn’t live for more then 3 days...
If I would survive more then 3 days I would be hooked up to machines my whole life and be in a “vegetative state”
Doctors told my parents and family “I would never live to see my 18th birthday.”
I lived in the hospital for almost 2 years.
At age 2, I myself, ripped out my tracheostomy (which could have killed me)
My family rushed me to children’s hospital and the doctors decided to let the hole in my neck close and see what happens.
My doctors don’t know how I made it through the night or days after.
I went home after a couple weeks and that’s when I started living my life as a “normal” child.
All of my sisters were involved in dance classes, my parents( doctors didn’t agree) enrolled me in to classes.
THATS WHERE MY LIFE CHANGED
Dance became my passion, along with gymnastics and musical theatre.
Something my family, doctors or even myself never thought I would EVER do.
On my 18th birthday it was a mixture of emotions.
I made a milestone that no one said I would ever see.
I competed in dance and gymnastics until I was 19 years of age as well as did over 60 musicals at my local theatre company.
I never thought I would ever have a boy love me because I had “too many problems” or even get married for that matter.
Fast forward, I am now almost 33 ( June .11th is my birthday)
Married for almost 8 years to my best friend.
Happy doesn’t even cover what I feel everyday waking up next to my love.
We may not have a “family” of our own but we are happy and in love over the moon with one another.
So why did I just ramble on with this?
Because I’m a MIRACLE and a SURVIVOR.
Even though I don’t remember much from my childhood and what I and my family had to endure, I have been fighter since my first breath.
I’M A SURVIVOR and I’VE MADE IT....
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand
life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreaking
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful
every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be
go out there
and change the world, kid
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
The sadness that keeps crawling back.
And all the tears that just keep on coming
they keep me sleep deprived and my mind a little wrapped.
I can't think and i can't focus.
The thought in my head doesn't count
The mourns that should have come doesn't come
The tears that want to fall just keeps itself inside
The pain that is there doesn't wanna show.
This is how a depressed person that always smiles goes through a day
Her heart is crying for a friend to lean on.
But to scared that the person might leave her side.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
Running from all those people
running and running till you are so tired of running.
Stop they say, but our Plight that they don't understand and they just keep coming.
Depression and anxiety hitting us hard.
but we can't stop as it's not our doing.
Rolling and turning and shifting in bed.
Crying and hiding and fighting with ourselves everyday.
Don't know how to stop, just we know we gotta keep moving.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
They say time heals everything,
I don’t agree.
Time is forgetting.
Forgetting isn’t healing,
It’s forgetting.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC