You know sometimes I wish that life would be as simple as shooting hoops. But alas, not all swooshes in. Even in the simplest things, there’ll always be instances that we cannot avoid. Words that we cannot unsay and actions we cannot undo.
I think I found her. I know and believe that I found her. We found each other.
Originally posted on thenotebookpoet:
You aren’t the first person who has
Glanced my way.
And I know I am not the last to find you nearly impossible to resist.
We have both been on odysseys of pain;
We both have hearts that are more scar tissue than anything else;
We have both screamed to the wind and cried to the darkness.
We have bruises the color of grief,
Bones fractured in the shape of loneliness,
And scars from the shrapnel of sorrow.
Yes, I am not the first moth drawn to your flame.
And you won’t be the last ship seeking shelter in my harbor.
But I am the first to touch not just the valley
Of your spine,
But the galaxy of your soul.
I am the first to discover you burn not like a fire
But like a nova.
I am the first to realize your mind is a planet, its very…
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First day of the week. Most of us dread this day because of deadlines, meetings, presentations, homeworks, exams, even laundry. But we cannot avoid this day. If only we could stretch Saturdays and Sundays longer until there will be only 2-3 hours left for Monday. Or stretch it until we only have 2days of work. We could only wish that.
Hey, but not everybody is afraid of Mondays. Some are excited because students will see their crushes in school, some excited to see the next episode of their favorite series, some to see their significant others at work. And some who worked from Wednesday to Sunday would enjoy their time off from work on Mondays too.
If we find something good about Mondays, then we’ll get through the whole week and not get all shaky. A simple greeting from a lovely lady or a handsome gentleman would suffice whether it be your teacher, your boss or colleague. Then you’ll realize, Mondays aren’t so bad after all. It all depends on the person, really. Don’t be too grumpy whenever you hear the word Monday.
Concise. Simple – I appreciate Mondays
Hello there. I am new to blogging. I am not always like this-sad and lonely (as you have read in my previous posts). I am a fun and carefree person but I prefer to detach myself from all the happiness and write about the opposite of it. There is something in me, it may be strange you might think, that wants to focus on this dark, desolated side and make it beautiful in every reader’s eyes.
I love the sun, trees, flowers, birds. I love the city, buildings, even the traffic I have come to find exciting.
I love the suburbs, rice fields, farms. Also, the smell of burning wood and leaves that people do in the provinces makes me feel relaxed.
What I love most is the beach. How I would love to quit the city for the sea and ride the waves. How I’d like to stare into the endless and overflowing seawater and just get lost til sunset. I adore how I can witness the sunset as I lay on the beach alone with a drink in my hand. The most peaceful state that I would never, ever trade for anything, ever, at all.
I am grateful for all the beauty this world has been too generous to offer.
One subject that’s making me quite anxious is the opposite of happiness. Do you not? No matter how happy people may perceive you, they just don’t know how you really feel. Is it because you don’t let them? You don’t want to tell them the reason why because you don’t want them to feel bad for you or you don’t want them to become as miserable as you? You don’t want your grief to rub off on them that you’ll be miserable together? OR you just don’t know the reason why you’re melancholic, you just are? And others don’t understand this. They just don’t. Some people call it depression. Some call it bipolar disorder. Some call it what, too emotional? I don’t know. Could it also be that you’re just too happy you don’t know how to get it out of you except to feel suddenly worse?
People mainly are the source of all mixed feelings. Joy, sadness, anger, fear, bravery, awe, jealousy, and love. All these we all have felt. Some, simultaneously. These feelings make us stronger as a person. I don’t want to expound on this but I know you get me.
But really, excuse my weirdness as I write about the other side of what most of us feel. What some would want to avoid feeling. I’m just doing something different from the usual. I want to apologize in advance too if you remember any bad memory/memories everytime you read my posts.
If Peter Pan were a girl
Oh that mark….
The stain that you will forever carry..
A constant reminder of what?
Of Happiness, even?
That cannot be erased,
Cannot be undone…
Oh what I’d do…
What I could have done…
What I won’t…
What I couldn’t…
What I would never…
The mind thinks what it thinks
Even when unimaginable
The skin feels what it feels
Even when untouchable
The heart wants what it wants
Even when impossible
Sometimes, we want things we do not need
Sometimes, we want to feel something we cannot reciprocate
Sometimes, we long for love we cannot have
And the irony that goes with living it.