If you can’t swim in the deep waters of mind
Don’t bother even testing the waves
I was off to shop yesterday heading to a store in the mall, when a sweet item I picked up fell down off my car visor. As I noticed that, the car in front of me stopped rolling and I luckily had time to brake safely.
It is rather curious as the item I speak of is something I’d recently bought to keep in my car. However, I cannot piece it together with the clip that held her, so now she rides shotgun in my glovebox where I can’t lose her! ✨✨✨✨
Instagram and Snaps become a favorite food for the doubts of one’s unstable feelings, no matter how clean your intentions are, there is no diet to lose weight of suspicions.
DUFFER U R STRENGTH TO A LOT OF PEOPLE
BE STRONG ENOUGH
We all are here for you
Being your strength
We love u yr
We share an amazing phase of life together
Nd will be there in ur hard time too along with u
Dont keep things in ur heart
Speak them out
Dont trap yourself in those inbuild boundaries
Love you lot yr
Once again Happy Birthday ♥️♥️
Let this duvet of dreams
As I weigh myself down
With memories of us
Tell me why
Play on a loop in my brain
You have become the soundtrack to my life
Instead of counting sheep
I count the fragments of you
That I keep scattered around my room
There was a part of you hidden in between the pages of my favourite book that lies on the bedside shelf
It collects dust now
Another lies trapped in the mirror
Sometimes when I glance at my reflection
I'm convinced I see you
Yet when I look again.
Once I clear out your side of the wardrobe
I'll find you nestled inside an old shoe box
Flaquita.... Muchas felicidades!!!
Éste es un dia especial y me gustaria decirte que gracias por ser una persona mas a la que pueda felicitar y recordar el dia de hoy, eres muy especial para mi, te has convertido en una grandiosa amiga y mas que eso alguien a quien le he tomado cariño y confianza 😊
Puede que no te lo diga a diario, bueno si te lo digo seguido xD , pero puedes estar muy segura que te quiero mensis!... de hecho deberias leer esta parte todos los dias 😉. Por lo general todos los dias te llego a recordar por una u otra cosa asi que jamas lleges a pensar que no me importas porque estarias totalmente equivocada...
Nunca pense, ni tenia planeado algún día hablarte tanto como hast...
In younger years
And long gone days
So I remain
The captive princess
To a king
No more. JD
*Captive* Father Part LXII
#TheCaptivePrincess #EunoiaPrompts challenge
(background image of Princess Arwen from LOTR)
Oh, I am gonna love you and leave you that thirst that just wants more..
Setting you on fire with that hunger
that nearly drives you to madness
waiting for that kiss
that is the beginning of everything.
|PARA EL QUE ME LEVANTE LA FALDA
Que tenga claro que mis piernas son como dos armas, que mi cabeza no está lo suficientemente amueblada y que como consecuencia el caos es mi gemelo
Para el que se atreva a menospreciarme, mejor que tenga cuidado porque no conozco el fracaso ni la victoria ya que el término medio es mi utopía lograda.
¡Que nadie se altere si mi cabeza vuela muy alto y mis pies ya no pisan tanto la tierra porque en mi libreta guardo párrafos que me mantienen completamente alerta!
Que tiemblen aquellos que se creen ricos y el tiempo sigue jugando con ellos, tiembla tú, -mi caballero- porque mis cejas son más gruesas que la corteza de muchos cerebros...
Que ardan los libros porq...
FIRST LOVE pt. 2
All first love is unrequited ultimately because it's so huge, it's such an act of giving and it requires so much back that it can never be given back; and indeed you wouldn't necessarily want it given back. It's just like an atom bomb, it's all the energy of who you are and who you want to be and what you love and what you hope to be explodes; and it is impossible for single human being to offer that back to you in a mutual way. It would be like matter meeting anti-matter. It is almost important that what you do is worship and yearn and long, and that for me was the single most important thing in my life.
@sopoetic on SoundCloud (music mixes)
To the one I love,
I saw you today when I closed my eyes. You were right here, just before I opened my eyes. Don't take too long to come. I love you.
Each time I sit down
To write my life's story
Where to begin?
I can't remember
But can't suppress
Traces of childhood
Cloudy at best
To formative years
Where the pain began
A cycle of uncertainty and redundancy
And frustration with no end
Did my delusions begin then?
Were they omnipresent
Mad rush to the ending
Which keeps extending
And lending itself
To the myth that I may not die
Having never truly lived
Second guess myself
Can I bare to let someone indifferent
Write my book
When I'm dead?
So much I've hidden
That I thought someone
Somewhere might find
We all are prisoners in this world,
Some of dreams and some of desires.
Just a kiss on forehead
Never be enough
Pull me close to you
Let me merge into your warmth.
She's a poem
But she's full of pain
She's the sun
But she can't see
She's the moon
Because she is not tired
of giving her smile to others
She's a flower
bloomed from pain.
She's so strong
and so fragile. -Maya
Thank you for this lovely time.
It’s bliss to enjoy the warmth
of summer in a northern clime.
Thank you Universe, for a chance
to regroup; such a gentle reprieve!
Thank you for all of our Blessings
Given because we dared to believe!
Bonjour mon amour,
depuis que tu attend cette lettre la voilà enfin désolée pour se petit retard.
Sometimes I look at the moon
As she gathers all her stars.
I wonder if some time soon
We will all get back to ours.
Sometimes I look at the sun
And she shares all her rays.
I wonder if it’s pure fun
To chase them as they play.
Sometimes I watch the stars
As they run from the moon.
Like little laughing children
Trying not to go home too soon!
And that hole just keeps on growing.
Feeding on the sadness.
The empty could fill worlds with that thick molasses grief
That your almost willing to drown in.
Just so you won’t forget
Their life was also yours.
Words lose their weight and become anorexic through mis and overuse. Words like stunning are tossed and cheapened in the clearance bin of tools of flattery. It isn't till you are actually stunned by pulchritude that you are subject to the gravity of such a word... it pulls in the panorama of vision and thought till that very scene is all that can be seen or contemplated. In an old world alley, amongst old world architecture, an old world beauty represented the consummate architecture of the heavens... and for the first time in my life I was stunned by such a sight... an emaciated word became salubrious.