"ofcourse" poems
they listend to me when i said look.
they knew a meaningfull lesson i was about to shoot.
close your eyes and visualize your dreams for before you know it they ll become real.
expand your mind and free your soul and all your problems shall be solved.
never forget to stay positive. all the bad things are relative.
focus on your health and stay fit and watch your life take a lift.
sing this song and feel the beat for freedom is what we seek
trust your intuitions and praise the lord and all the answers will come to your door.
seek love in everything and you ll see the love in all the living
never forget what really matters health family friends and animals.
be yourself and seek your pleasures but if you abuse it you 'll lose this treasure.
trust me when i say be patient life isnt all.about.gold and diamonds.
In the right time you will recieve just the information that you need.
thats if ofcourse you chose the right path,if you didnt your actions wont last.
find laughter in everything. fun is the only medicine.
life is hard so be carefull dont rush things and stay in focus. for what you miss wont be retrieved.
love the children and never lie to them for the truths lies in their heart to the end.
take your emotions seriously. behind them hides life's mistery.
seek romance but in balance stay independent and love again.
dont fight people for energy, others sources give it to you for free.
send energy to those who need for giving is the greatest act indeed.
words of Harfouchism
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
Eminem. He reminds me of you. Both of y’all ruined your lives at one point, both beat up on the mother of your kids, both neglected your kids at some point, let drugs take over your lives. So many other things you have in common too. But just a few differences; one of you has talent, one of you made a life for yourself, one of you did all the things and regretted that his kids saw it all, one of you I like and look up to. I’ll give you a hint, it ain’t you.
But I started thinking. I love Eminem so much, he is awesome and amazing. Why do I like him so much but I don’t like you? He is rapping his heart out about beating on the mama of his children… and I rap along. I rap along rapping my heart out with the lyrics of his songs. How come I copy his words and not yours? Interesting isn’t it?
I was laying in my bed a few days ago, and I just got done watching Ant-Man. I love Marvel, did you know that? No, OFCOURSE you didn’t. Why? Because you don’t bother to ask. Ever. Maybe I would have a little more respect for you if you did ask. When was the last time you asked me personally what I liked? Marvel, I like Marvel. Ant-Man in particular. Do you know about Ant-Man? Well here is the important parts I am getting at, he went to prison, for stealing a huge amount of money so he can provide for his daughter. People blame the bad guy, but do they ever get to the root of the problem? No.
Do you know what Ant-Man, you and Eminem have in common? You all have a daughter you try to provide for, and you all took the wrong ways. That is what I at least want to believe why you broke probation, for us. Doubt it, probably for drugs. But you know what Eminem and Ant-Man have in common that you don’t? They told the truth to their daughter’s faces about what they did. Eminem is not afraid to tell the world about what he did. Ant-Man is not real, so I can’t compare you to him. Eminem is real. You may be thinking “but he is famous you can’t compare me to him either”, but guess what? He started from dirt and he ended up where he is today.
His mom did nothing for him, I don’t even think he talked about having a dad providing for him. You know what you had? A mom, and a dad. Who put a roof over your head. His mom made him drop out of school to help provide for the home or move out.
You know what is really funny? Why do I know so much about Eminem then I do about my own father? I don’t even know who you are… All I know about you is you have a criminal record, you are somewhere in the southern part of the U.S, and your name is Richard David Lowe. You know that I had to find out your middle name by asking momma. The only thing that I kept holding on to that I knew you liked was Eminem. I remember traveling a long way to see you and then I was SO excited to tell you that I listened to Eminem, Mocking Bird to be exact. Do you remember that?
So, I look up to Eminem, because he is honest… You have so many similarities, but one huge difference. He told the truth…
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Walk with me n be my Friend:
fending oFF thee awful Qualm,
calming all the thoughts of Death.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Talk to me if no one Else.
"tell me what to do aGain?...
...death is gonna Haunchew."
Mirror Mirror on the Wall,
Waltzing in my ball of Hair;
share the Yarn of all you Bear,
spare the Rod n chop the Sheers.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
"Welcome to the slums of Hell."
help me Speak in bleeding Tongue.
"vi la Vita......vi de Vel".
Mirror Mirror on the Wall:
wall of Talking thought so Clear;
hear the Fall of waldo's Water,
thrall the Call of ocean Odlaw.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
call my Bluff n cuff my Arms,
bar my Cell n sell my Soul,
sow the Seed n reap its Rose.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
flaunt my Card n guard the Door.
Youre the one im steering Clear of...
..."ofCourse you are."
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all i Know is no ones Lost,
mossy Oak is all i Know,
frozen Walls i call my Home.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Are ish ards of Glass;
lashing Out n always Laughing,
laughing as you watch me Ball.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Do is use my Tears.
here you Are with all the Cotton,
swabbing all my flaws n Fears.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
call me what you always Do:
stupid Queer n weird n Ugly."dont
******* Tell me what to Do."
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
talk the way you always Have:
Chanting like a ******* Trucker,
Cussing like a ******* Sailor.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Hollow be my only Name.
satan stole my only Halo:
angel of a broken Cross.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
Follow me n see my View.
you should see what i have Saw...
...all ive seen is You.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all you Are is all i Am.
have you not a ******* Conscience?...
..."obviously Not."
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
walk a long this haunted Path.
after That if you can Laugh...
...so can I.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall;
all youve Done is run n Hide.
'and Then...
...tyler was Gone.
was iaSleep?...
...had i Slept?'
- Jack's Medulla Oblongata
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
bunny boo
bunny boo, bunny boo, bunny boo were are you? a little girl called
whats wrong little girl??? I shouted from almost 5 feet away
I lost my bunny.. The little cried" can i help in any way?? Yes you can yell Bunny boo he should come right to you but he isn't for me here are some carrots brake them up into small peices he will follow the trail
2 hours later...
Almost the whole town was searching I FOUND HER i screamed!!!! thank goodness he was following us all along ha ha ha ha a woaman shouted Then i spoke up and said it's a good thing i looked back
Then the girl that lost her bunny asked w-will you be my friend?
ofcourse Cheann I will
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 12:19 PM UTC
This ship docked in my lonely harbour
It was the prettiest catamaran I'd ever seen
Delighted the captain shouted it's name
"The EDB" his hazel eyes beamed
He was filled with beauty inside and out
And with his withdrawal came pain, no doubt
After him came the figure that was the real mystery
With charm and charisma he came to me
"Hey my name is Jay, okay if I docked at your bay"
Flashing an award winning smile
I couldn't resist
"Ofcourse! ofcourse!" I instantly hissed
However it was the storm that he brought along I wish I had missed
I couldn't bare another heartbreak
No more vessels I'd tell the rest to skate
But then M/V Drew came through and blew me away
With a saddened heart I knew I could not allow him to stay
My dock just suffered two terrible shocks
No more, no more I want off these rocks
Today was it my day to be free
To embrace the ocean, find a ship that loves me
Beyond the horizon floated my chance at more
It was finally my time to leave Heartbreak Shore
- (jrew)
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
I've been awake all night
Can't seem to fall asleep
This time, without any methamphetamine
It feels weird - out of the ordinary
Especially after sleeping two full days - in recovery
My gf said my pupils look big
I guess she's doubting my intake too
But not to blame her - I probably would have too
I have so much going through my head
So grateful for many things and friends
My gf and my family above all rest
Except my son, ofcourse - he's forever my No1 and More!
I have a troubled mind
Don't think it entails me this time though..
Its my inner being
That cares so much for the weak...
I know I help where I possibly can
Lucky for me - I have a very understanding and supportive group
But all the worlds troubles,
Are causing me sleepless nights it seems
Food, we can supply for those in need
Stationary for the poor, is no problem either..
But what about the precious jewels - that end up suicidle?
I had training in this field
Got a certificate to prove it too!
But what use is it - if I don't really know what to do??
She's a very dear friend of mine
Very close to my heart
Unconditional friendship love
I see the hurt in her eyes!!
Maybe if I stay awake a little bit longer
Think about the situation a little bit more thorough..
Maybe the answers will find my restless soul!
If only God could write it on my cupboard door!!
I am really tired
And need my beauty sleep
My son will need all of me very soon..
But yet - I think..
Maybe if I stay awake a little bit longer
Think about the situation a little bit more thorough..
Maybe the answers will find my restless soul!
Still hopefully staring at my cupboard door..
I always find a way to help those in need..
Its second nature and easy for me..
But the ones who need my help the most..
Seem to catch me at my weakest -
I'm no good with cancer or disease nor **** addicts neither?! :'(
But I won't give up on either
I refuse to let them go
I know I will find the strength somewhere
And let them know - They will never be alone!
Even if my words and actions fail them - my mind or heart never strays...
So...
Maybe if I stay awake a little bit longer
Think about the situation a little bit more through..
Maybe the answers will find my restless soul!
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
You've heard the story of Goldilocks
And the bears that chased her away
But now it's time to tell the truth
'Cause it didn't really happen that way
Goldilocks weighed four hundred pounds
She'd eat anything in sight
And It didn't matter what it was
She still had to have one bite
The whole town knew of her appetite
So they locked their food in storage
And that just left those poor little bears
Who was just trying to cool their porridge
Now she could smell food a mile away
For she had an amazing snout
But still she waited to make certain
Those bears had ventured out
She didn't just break one of those chairs
She actually broke all three
Remember, she weighed four hundred pounds,
And was as fat as she could be?
Well, she ate up all their porridge
And anything else she could find
Ofcourse that made her sleepy
With only one thing on her mind
She wandered into the bedroom
And broke each one of their beds
So she curled up on the floor to sleep
With three pillows under her head
While she slept, those bears came home
And they were as hungry as could be
Did I mention she broke the remote control
To the bear's big screen tv?
Anyway, the bears had finally had it
That's all that they could take
In their rage they didn't notice
That goldilocks was now awake
So they trapped her in the corner
And were poised for the attack
But goldilocks was still hungry
And was looking for a snack
Needless to say she ate those bears
I know this story seems crude
But I'm just trying to warn you
To make sure you hide your food
© All Rights Reserved
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
Today was a good day
it was a good day today
Everygood came my way
No regrets no way
A good day it was
Better than worse
Im happy ofcourse
no fuss all is lax
Thank God for a good day
godly aid kept evil at bay
I got pay none was coy
Thats why I say
It was a good day
Easy as a pie
Is the way
We draw nigh to our end
In the end its hapiness
So forget the worriness
Pockets may be moneyless take it easy
Ive scaled myself to weigh
lighter than my sorrows
So I can fly away
To find a better tomorrow
Yay
This is the joy
Today was a good day
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Take a look in the mirror,
Is this problem getting any clearer?
You're a shell of a woman,
Completely hollow,
Scars they decorate your arms,
And that bracelet with 3 little charms,
That one your daddy gave you for christmas,
Right before he left us,
He left for the country, wanted to get away from the high life,
Go back to where things were simple,
That bracelet,
Its your only connection to him
And you never take it off,
You say you never will,
And there are parts of me that believe you,
The three little charms,
Ballet slippers, for when you took tap,
Saxophone, for the side of you that loved jazz,
And a heart, to let you know he loved you from the start,
He'll love you until the end, even if you never see him again.
Daddy isn't doing so great,
Lost nearly half his weight,
And as he lay on his death bed,
All he wants to do,
Is see his little girl again,
He takes his last breath, screaming your name,
Now all you want to do is go back in time, and warn him,
Warn him of what is to come, tell him to stay with you until his final day,
And ofcourse, he wouldn't listen,
But atleast you would have been able to try,
Try and save your dads life.
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 7:56 PM UTC
am i the only stalking other people's lives?
checking their whereabouts, current engagement - basically their life now
am i the only one restricting myself from doing so but only ending up from clicking that **** account.
that **** photo.
that **** profile.
why am i so curious about their lives to the point that i always have that tiny split of moment where i think nothing but just them?
am i envious? i don't know.
am i wishing them bad? ofcourse not.
am i somehow comparing myself? i guess? i think so?
you see, it's a look in the past that's still passed on to present.
and right now.
but now.
remember this time, september 11, at this **** moment - eveything's erased in my system.
nothing but only for my growth, well-being. basically all about me.
and to those reading this right now, we got this. once out of your sight, it'll be out of your mind.
focus on oneself. focus on your own life. focus on your dreams as you always did. don't even blink an eye.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
In what dimension did I imagine this
Not a very happy one. I pulled and brought this onto my cosmic dust
Im sure it’s a door. For it has brought me to a plane
They are good times and they are
Well they
are the ones i bare on my back every single day
A couple of sweet caress and the day you stabbed my heart with some sort of hell inducing sin
One most try to understand these words as they hit
How to get rid of this love
It is getting rid of me
For some reason you keep getting pushed into my realm of life
With each time of horrible down
. I think, you think we all think
It would be over
But as if some magnetic pull of thought brings you here
Every month , every day of every year
Consequently
Bringing us here , and you with some horrible sense of taste
Drag the devil on your tale.
Ofcourse it would be you , after all it is your favorite thing
You seek the feeling , as you may call it
Like a ******* animal
Im just wondering I what dimension this will happen , after a night like I know you had. How do you come to me with your sweet seducing lips and your wide eyes pulling out a guitar in the middle of some rich peoples parking lot
playing a melody you concealed in your memory of what i bring to you.
Ofcourse I will be melting in this reality.
How does this even happen
time after time we have seen hell together
Rock and roll saves my life
Time after time
Theres something in the sound of god it sounds a lot like Hendrix
Stop touching my face
I can touch it all I want you’ll say
It’s hard
What if really funny hipster music helped me say this to you.
But maybe I should speak in your language
You’ve got some nerve coming here
You stoled it all give it back
Thom yorke reminds me of us
After all it reminds me of you
And as this happens my phone rings your name
It hurts
Its hard
You know you should
but you don’t
give it back
how to get rid of this love of mine
how to forget those nights I cried
his reality is in another time where he can separate the truth by hoping the future is kept.
what dimension am I living
I should be in Colombia
Col-OM-bia
My spiritual home to you I shall return.
I wirte to remember I remember to forget
It seems to work im tired of thinking of you
I even ignored your call
For today is the first day of many days where I attempt the so far impossible.
I will forget you.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 7:11 PM UTC
It starts with a thought,
And ofcourse it's of you.
What the hell is the matter with you?
Before I can blink; thought number two.
Is it just me, and I'm too blind to see?
Just a simple confession;
I can't stand my depression.
It means dealing with you like I ******* have to.
If you measured the pain with the amount of my sighs,
You'd know I can't sleep with tears in my eyes.
**I don't ******* get it. I just want to dream...**
Because my emotional stability is ripping from the seams.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
You've heard the story of Goldilocks
And the bears that chased her away
But now it's time to tell the truth
'Cause it didn't really happen that way
Goldilocks weighed four hundred pounds
She'd eat anything in sight
And It didn't matter what it was
She still had to have one bite
The whole town knew of her appetite
So they locked their food in storage
And that just left those poor little bears
Who was just trying to cool their porridge
Now she could smell food a mile away
For she had an amazing snout
But she waited to make certain
Those bears had ventured out
She didn't just break one of those chairs
She actually broke all three
Remember, she weighed four hundred pounds,
And was as fat as she could be?
Well, she ate up all their porridge
And anything else she could find
Ofcourse that made her sleepy
With only one thing on her mind
She wandered into the bedroom
And broke each one of their beds
So she curled up on the floor to sleep
With three pillows under her head
While she slept, those bears came home
And they were as hungry as could be
Did I mention she broke the remote control
To the bear's big screen tv?
Anyway, the bears had finally had it
That's all that they could take
In their rage they didn't notice
That goldilocks was now awake
So they trapped her in the corner
And were poised for the attack
But goldilocks was still hungry
And was looking for a snack
Needless to say she ate those bears
I know this story seems crude
But I'm just trying to warn you all
To make sure you hide your food
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:50 PM UTC
megacreative poetry crew personified by poetic devices (we the best exploring poetry industry) Words that doesn't sound strange to any ear, words that can be called one poem heals all.
Listen to these words made from punchlines and their cousins figure of speeches immaturity fall.
Blessed are the ones listening to the poem written by the hands that got the touch of the situation.
Megacreative Poetry Crew (Personified by poetic devices) Rocking back n fourth whining side to side into the bigger picture of literature as big as the important use of rhymes in a poem brews and cooks magic.
The magic that is the ear bud to your ears.
The magic that is infused with words that are born from soothing figure of speeches that's their mothers.
We heal with metaphors.
When the pain comes again it won't be like before.
The wise doesn't just spit but before that you got to be sure.
It's sad how they don't want to learn wisdom but when you do you are labelled as the biggest flop.
One's life is not like an influenza, you can't always have chest pains and cough.
As it will move you it doesn't hurt to dream of being on a cover page of Forbes.
Ofcourse, morden men doesn't shove wives with chores.
With words, the mind and soul resasitation.
Holding the mic to melt the written punchlines on the blessed pages, you got to love such situation.
Wisdom shows up just as we throw words on the white surface with red lines like a sangoma throwing bones on a mat created through tradition.
For us write words that unlocks wisdom to your mind that's as entertaining as theatre.
Poetry is alive in us.
Water it, ignoring such soothing words into your soul it will be as peace destroying as a witch.
Just as we play around the pages with a pen its the first stage to one's life changing, but as we spit words Personified by poetic devices Rocking back n fourth , whining side to side one is healed. Megacreative Poetry Crew (personified by poetic devices)
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
In that moment, everything seemed so perfect,
Things were in place, like never before,
All the people were invited, and everything was set,
After all this, I couldn't have asked for more.
I've dreamt of this day, since I was little child,
The day I'll leave my parents, the day I'll be a,
Wife and soon a mother, being a daughter side by side,
I was excited but scared at the same time, you see.
It is a special day, a very special day of my life,
I would always want it to be perfect, just the way I want,
They said, at first, for a few days, it's going to be tough,
But I was ready, I thought, I was, finally.
He was standing on the other side,
I walked through the aisle, with my father,
It felt like a dream, well it wasn't, or maybe it was,
Rose petals, and flowers everywhere, it felt perfect.
".....and now the groom may kiss the bride."
That day, was unforgettable, and ofcourse,
It was the best and perfect kiss ever,
It was exactly like I dreamt of, exactly.
I couldn't thank my mum and dad enough,
For making this day so special, so very special,
And ofcourse my beloved husband, who's promised,
To never leave me, I did too, forever.
My wedding day.
It couldn't have been better,
I couldn't have asked for more.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Don't be silly
ofcourse I am a ******
who has freakish tendencies
and uses jibber jabber language
and makes absurd analogies
like how fried Oreoes, when converted into global currency, is worth one hundred Indian virgins.
Fact:
I am awkward. I make people feel uncomfortable
and they can never follow my train of thought
because it leaves at 4pm from Seattle and will end up in Atlantis at approximately 3,000 BCE
(unless you take wind resistence into account).
I would sometimes rather sit alone and read a book
than go out and have "fun" with people
and I can become very irritable when around humans for too long
and then my brain becomes unfriendly and my demeanor becomes elderly and dry
and jokes are not funny but just tiring and childish
and then I know it's time for my nap
which does not involve sleeping, because that's more of a miracle than walking on ceilings
so I mostly sit, eyes open staring and sorting out thoughts,
filing away emotions and sensory experiences until I feel recharged and have enough bars
to go out and play again.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 11:21 PM UTC
These eyes have seen more
Than what yours will take time to notice
These words don't stand for nothing
They have a meaning,
Hidden, though, you'll grasp that in a while, don't worry
The feet have walked just a bit more of a distance
than what you've walked,
You just started
And your age, its frivolous
Ofcourse you think you know too much
And most of what I say doesn't make sense
But my child, you'll be here one day
Feeling the air of existence
Hit you hard
A bit overwhelmed
And maybe,
A bit out of place.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
A queer man found more beauty in me than anyone I’ve ever slept with
I’m not into jesus or anything but theres some energy inside of your face
He said
I could sense your beauty if I was blind, It’s something you can feel
He said
I would never wish the cement of these streets on anybody
He said
They give you that “I wanna stick my **** in you” look out here
And I thought, they do
He was 1960’s wicca gyspy queer
He was grab your hand in this weather and warm it up magick
He was more confident in me than I was
That’s love
He reaked of Whiskey and said **** the parade
Only if it was a male ofcourse
Oh, how he boasted as a gay
I smiled the most that St.Patricks Day
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Am the worst one to ever be born,
Lacking an aim to objectives,
Am as information within torn...
Making excuses for my life's grace so gone....
Joke at me, I am a thing to mock at,
Ofcourse, am insane - so inhumane...
Tracking existence of nothingness...
Keeping my eyes at place,
As a matter of fact, for me is impossible...
Umbrella saves you from rain,
Rain doesn't stop cause of it!
Making a decision on whether I want to live, or not,
Actually is quite tough, quite boring..
Nobody can ever have guts to live my boring life...
"Going places " from knife to knife...
As if, I have no reason to live,
Tragically, I have no responsibility to die...
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
"Jack..."
Yes..., "Jill"
What is in that sack?
Nothing... "Jill"
Isn't it time to fetch water
Ya, but......
"Jack"
I want to know
It's trash to throw..., "Jill"
Then why you climbed up this hill
You could have thrown elsewhere
"Jack...",
Yes... "Jill"
You are lying to me
I am not..., "Jill"
I felt I would miss this moment with you
So I forgot to throw this on my way
Sitting here with you......
Open the sack, "Jack" !
Why? You don't believe me?
I want to believe you, "Jack"
But my eyes wants to see
No!!
Why not, "Jack"?
Because it will smell...
Ofcourse, it will "Jack"!
Huh!!!
Yes! The blood is dripping from the sack
What have you done, "Jack"?
(silent sighs)
What, "Jack"?
It's another **** isn't it?....isn't it?
Yes, "Jill"...
He's the last of the gang, that killed you
Now you can rest in peace, "Jill"
I will just tumble this sack over
Then fetch some water, down the hill
I miss you, "Jill"
Do you miss me to?
Yes, "Jack", but you shouldn't have killed
Why not?, "Jill"
They took my life away
So I took their knives and slittered same way
As, they did to you...(cries)
I will join you shortly, "Jill"
I will join you shortly...
©sim
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
Is it true am inlove or love is in me
Does she love me ..cz im doubting
You've never done anythng wrong but
For some reason my gut feeling has lost faith
You dont tell me that you love me ...but you
Call me baby ...i aint no baby im grown now
No..its my fault for not beiliving in you.
I trust you maybe its your ways that i dont believe
In ..im confused ...you all that i have ..
But am i all that you have ..? Im just being insecure
Ofcourse i am ..right..?
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 1:08 AM UTC
Not a biological accident, I breathe with purpose
sipping in the ethers and spirits
chakras and energies
smoke and incense.
I am no fool, only inexperienced,
and really,
can you fault the naive?
We don't know what we're missing,
let alone can feel the gaping emptiness that the aware suffer to know,
and sometimes
I rather enjoy being utterly incoherent and oblivious of reality.
Not dumb just numb.
I do not require much, only sunlight, oxygen, dirt
and ofcourse guilty pleasures
chocolate
fashion magazines
shirtless rugby players.
I am no cosmic miracle
only a human who deserves respect and decency,
a mix of my mamma and my dad and a bottle of Merlot
shaken and popped in an Easy Bake Oven
I am just a little old me and a little old maid
and I can only learn to accept such facts.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Today is the day, I lost my best friend.
Not to death, as you may think, but to america.
She has been my best friend and sister for more than 4 years now, and today is the day she stepped on a plain knowing she won't return within 10 months.
Now ofcourse I can text her I can Skype with her and stuff, but how is that ever the same?
How can I ever be the same without her, without our silly sleepovers and without our songwriting sessions?
How can your expect me to tell her what's wrong over the phone, when I am already having a hard time doing it face 2 face.
I can't, I really really can't.
So yeah today is the day I lost my bestfriend, and although it's 'just for 10 months' as she said.
For me it feels like forever.
And that's also for how long I will love and cherish her.
Forever
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC