I don’t know how do I manage to find a way to hurt myself all the time. I don’t know what to do of these stupid expectations. I’m tired of myself. I haven’t breathed for the longest time. I need a break in life. I guess I should just give up on everyone. I’m sure everyone’s given up on me. So it’s kinda cool. Hope tomorrow is better. I’m dying.
His serene touch will never let me sleep
but his love for me,he never revealed .
No words left in between you & Me
though i still feel your undefined love
in your silence, in your words.
Me and myself
Monkey in my mind
Mighty madness it is…
Mysterious notions and
Mood is pensive with
Mystery is life
Making one motionless…
Milan or Marseille
Moscow or Munich…
Metamorphosis a must, or
Mistake it is at worst!!
Today I was sick 🤒 but I never knew that it would leave me so happy at the end!
It was a usual day ... I felt chills since morning and even my usual ‘abode of peace’ - the warm shower, felt a bit uncomfortable.
By the afternoon I was running a low fever and felt the fatigue set in ... I was restricted to my cozy bed and a relaxing instrumental music track floated around me like a fragrant, all-encompassing mist!
My eyes were closed and sailing on the smooth and pensive waters of the melody, I embarked on a most illustrious and soothing fantastical journeys I have ever been on!
I started walking on a clear early morning, on a white sand beach with crystal clear blue aquamarine splurged a...
It's been weeks since I last saw you, without knowing your name, who you are or what went through your mind when you looked at me. Every day, I secretly hope to meet you again, hoping to find this time, the courage to talk to you, wondering what kind of person you are or what would happen if I initiate this time the conversation.
Every day, my heart aches when thinking about you, remembering our past encounters, the way your eyes shined, the way you smiled at me.
All I keep thinking about is you, who captured my heart, made me feel alive again, made me fall helplessly in love with you, you who invaded my mind and touched my soul in the most unexpected way possible.
Je désire fortement te remercier pour la lettre que tu m'as écrite. Elle m'est allée doit au cœur, bien qu'il m'ai surpris d'une part et fait mal d'autre part.
J'ai trouvé ta lettre digne d'un geste très courageux. J'admire la force de caractère que tu as du avoir afin de lancer ta plume.
En effet, celle-ci m'a été droite au cœur. Tu as parlé de ton ressenti qui m'a touché au plus haut point. En lisant la première partie, j'ai été blessé car je n'ai pas réalisé à quel point je t'ai blessé ce vendredi là. Je n'ai pas d'excuses pour mon comportement blessant, auquel je n'ai pas remarqué l'attitude blessante que j'ai eue. Ceci dit, j'étais bien conscient alors (et encore...
Who said it was easy to fall in love?
I heard there are many things which we’d have to face together.
I thought everything will be easier because we have strength of two.
But why nobody told me that sometimes you could feel numb.
That all of a sudden you don’t feel the same way, there’s a nagging voice inside your head saying ‘let it go’.
That you’d feel something stinging your heart because of the helplessness you feel.
Do you realise how the version of ‘You’ created by you in your mind is different for others.
Each and every person you meet in life creates a different version of you in their own mind. You’re not the same person to anyone. For your mom you’re a someone who’s going to help her buy groceries, for your dad you’re his football partner, for your siblings you’re the doctor who’s gonna get the medicine from the store whenever they feel sick, for the people you help on the street by the little gestures you do, you’re their daily pill of hope. There are a thousand different versions of yourself out there, and yet it’s amazing that your ‘You’, isn’t really a ‘Someone’ at all. I’ve heard the theories ...
Alone on the roof,
Missing your warmth beside me .
A comet shoots across the empty sky;
My hand reaches out to grab it
So I can hold it and keep on wishing-
Wishing you were here
So I could wrap my arms around you,
Wishing you were here
To whisper in my ears,
Wishing you were here
So we could stare together
Beyond the dark horizon,
Wishing you were here
So we can gaze into each other's eyes
And say things a million words cannot.
But in a single moment
The comet is gone
Leaving the sky empty again, barren
Just like my heart.
How are you today?
I just want to know that you are okay. Me? These following weeks will be crazy, but after that, I will take a good break.
I will use my break to get inspired. Get some rest. To create. To write. Play music. Invest time in me.
And you? What would you be using your time on?
Make your time worthy. Let me know in the comments.
Success and Love
Tu aroma no solo borra la nostalgia, me apasigua y me consuela en medio de esta noche larga, donde ni las tinieblas son capas es de extinguir la luz divina que dios te otorgó, ahora que incluso ya después de la vida, seguirá tan clara como el sol.
With a broken heart and many dreams that were shattered,
Leaving him emotionally, physically and mentally battered.
“The show must go on” he said, putting on a smile, while brushing aside a tear,
As the joker entered the stage, the crowd unknown of his situation, let out a cheer.
- Messy Thoughts -
Finally I am free
At last I am to truly be
The one I know inside as me
And not be held by chains
To the world I now sing my part
My mind restored as is my heart
I look upon a brand new start
With very little pains
I do not care to look behind
There's nothing there that I will find
To educate or soothe my mind
Just memories and stains
So onward now, forward I go
Where I shall end, I do not know
Across many bridges high & low
Walking the earthly planes
Three and a half more weeks
until she’s finally here
No more long distance
Her and I, together again
Every day and night.
Our hearts leap together at the thought of it and the joy that those thoughts bring,
embracing each other yet again,
holding hands, walking through life together.
It’s so very close.
Eres tan bonita que decírtelo resulta redundante y no decírtelo se parece al silencio.
- Si las flores hablaran.
No sé que me enloquecia más
Si mirarla a los ojos
O tocar sus pechos desnudos bajo el brasier
No sé qué me hizo amarla
Su bendita sonrisa
O su carácter de indomable mujer
No sé que me duele más
Que se fuera sin avisar
O saber que yo la perdí
Lo único que realmente sé
Es que no importa cuánto escriba
Ella jamás me volverá a leer.
Forgotten? — The Hunt
I'm looking around for what I can't find
Nor left or right, nor in front or behind!
And a worry of wonder:
Have I gone blind?
Why can't I find what should be there?
Nowhere, nowhere, where ever I stare!
Filling the void underneath my skin:
Roots of a chilling dark sprouting like weed from their mother: dreadful despair!
Yet I cannot stop for I know it's there!
What was abundant in my past,
Is in my present days rather rare.
And a thought of wonder:
Why such change?
Passing by are grumpiness and gloom,
Everywhere I roam, day by day.
Casting their shadows upon my inside,
Eating up dreadfully the available room.
And just when complete darkness...
Peço-te que me perdoes por ter passado tanto tempo desde a última vez que te escrevi. Não foi por não ter precisado de falar contigo, mas sim por esquecimento puro. Não tenho como saber se ficas chateado comigo por isso, pois não podes escrever-me de volta, mas acredito que me perdoas e que continuarás a ouvir-me como dantes.
Este ano tem sido tão estranho. O tempo ora passa devagar, devagarinho, ora passa tão rápido que um mês leva uma semana a passar. Nenhuma das situações é verdadeiramente boa, mas atrevo-me a dizer que a segunda é bem pior. Acho que te cheguei a dizer que achei que 2018 passou a correr. Esse ano, tão preenchido e, ao mesmo tempo, tão sem acontecimentos. F...
It had been past a month we spoke. Trying to move on from what I'm clinging but with no future, hasn't been easy. In these moments, many a time our perseverance weakens and that time was today.
But until when would I fail against my self? What's your self when you can't win the battle of wills against the temptations that lay at every walk of life?
As I sit here and drink my coffee, I realize you all are some very important people to me. I am so thankful for you all being in my life.
I thank you for reading my letters which truly inspire me also.
Thank you for giving me your heart and in return I will take care of it by giving you gracious words that inspire me and you.
When I get jealous,
my chest hurts so bad that I wanna rip my skin off and squeeze my heart with my both hands until it breaks
That would be less painful
My jealousy turns to anger
Uncontrollable anger that eats me alive
And soon, I’ll be just another black stain in your head
*Wings *Echoes *Sapphire *Starlight
Butterflies : A short story
It was a winter night. I was sitting outside my tent in a forest resort. The tent was large enough to accommodate everything a full suite can have. It wasn't dark at all as sky was clear and glowing in the starlight.
There was dim decorative lighting around as this resort often serve people who come here for their honeymoon. This place was no less than a favorite destination of many.
My eyes suddenly caught two butterflies out there dancing with each other. As if I was witnessing there pure love. Butterflies were blue in colour and environmental l...
There is always a way
When you see darkness all around
When you find no one on ground
When you hear not a single sound
Remember, there is still a way
When you drown in your spuriousness
When you crawl with helplessness
When you cry your heart in dismay
Remember, there is still a way
When you have no hope,
When you find it hard to survive
When you can't take what they say
Remember, there is still a way
All you need is to remember
Whatever it takes do not surrender
Ask yourself infinite times
If there is a way ? And you'll know
There was a way
There is a way
and just tell yourself everyday
That there will always be a way.
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,