in many forms...
It sits like a sparrow,
gently in your heart.
It’s a needed hug
from a kind friend.
It’s a whisper on
a summer wind.
It’s a splash of
an ocean wave.
It’s the hand that
holds yours today.
It’s a smile from a
It’s the fragrance
of a summer rose.
It travels on the
wings of a bird.
It’s louder than
a spoken word.
You know it when
it appears because
it brings joy and
quells your fears.
in many forms.
And just like that, with one argument, things could all be over before they even began. Before two people understood the magnitude of their love. Before they were able to realize just how happy they would have been together. @PLECCA
I begged for you to look at me yet you won’t even make a glimpse,
I tightly held on to your hand yet you loosely let it go,
I asked you to stay yet you pushed me away.
I want to shake you,slap you and tell you to wake up. You can not forever play the victim. You have to be the hero in your own story, otherwise you end up the victim and the villain with no true happy ending...
It’s those painful memories that made me who I am today and that pain is all I have ever known.
Crying alone is one of the most practiced things that I’ve ever done.
It is one of the worst feelings one can feel. But it is a part of you, so embrace it. It is the purest form of emotion.
It may make you feel lonely and suicidal. But it also forces you to become better only if you understand it’s true meaning.
There are many happy moments that I’ve experienced but I don’t really remember them. What I remember is the painful ones. Why?
Even the universe within you teaches you something about yourself.
Happiness never gives you anything to learn. Sadness gives you everything.
Some live in dreams and have nightmares, others live in nightmares and have dreams.
Very often I forget,
How enough I really am.
The thought hardly ever
Crosses my mind;
I am endless.
Just like a universe.
Full of dark,
And full of light.
Tons and tons of stars.
my love fulfills me
in my darkest thoughts he pulls me to light
when my mind goes from one subject to the next without thought
like a never ending rollercoaster of combusting emotion
he pulls them apart like tangled thread and mends them
to have found the other half of your soul is one of the most fulfilling things
Our hearts play the most beautiful rhythmic tune as our souls dance
Save a minute if only to listen
There are sounds of the world
Humming for you to realise
That the shower sounds like
& for those few moments carved aside
Bask in your romantic notions
To whom I know it will never concern:
I haven’t used this account in 3 years. Forgetting everything I once wrote, I rejoined in hopes to find a pen pal to help me strengthen the Polish language I am trying so hard to learn. However, I looked through my old writing to find love letters... Not nearly as good as the hundreds I wrote on paper to him... To remind him that he was loved. What breaks my heart is that now, looking back in time, not a single letter was appreciated except the first or second. In those five and a half years, I did so much that wasn’t appreciated... Yet I never saw the signs.
I remember when you returned home from Mexico. The way to looked at me at the airport was not ...
Nazywam się Mandy. Mieszkam w stanach zjednoczonych. Staram się uczyć polskiego. Czy chciałbyś być moim przyjacielem? Jeśli chcesz, powiedz mi kilka rzeczy o sobie. Proszę wybaczyć mój błąd!
It’s amazing how with you
The words just flow
My heart opens
And all the feelings
Find their way home
It’s as if you’re a part of me
Tied to the depths of my being
And all I see is you
A mirror reflection
Of all that I am and could be
The endless possibilities
Multiplied by infinity
-Lion in the Stars
How is it that the time I’m spending forgetting you
Is longer than the time I spent loving you?
-Silence in Echos
Tienes el don y la facilidad de tocar la puerta de mi alma, y que ella se abra de par en par.
It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them!
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Learning To Read
Very soon the Yankee teachers.
Came down and set up school;
But, oh! how the Rebs did hate it,—
It was agin’ their rule.
Our masters always tried to hide
Book learning from our eyes;
Knowledge didn't agree with slavery—
’Twould make us all too wise.
But some of us would try to steal
A little from the book.
And put the words together,
And learn by hook or crook.
I remember Uncle Caldwell,
Who took pot liquor fat
And greased the pages of his book,
And hid it in his hat.
And had his master ever seen
The leaves upon his head,
He’d have thought them greasy papers,
But nothing to be read.
And there was Mr. Turner’s Ben,
Who heard the children spe...
Can’t you see?
I’m so fragile one more thing
Could break me
All I need is simple
Help me out or I might crumple
So low like I'm buried under the surface
When i speak can't you see
The dirt falling off of me
I'm all alone and that's the one thing
You promised I'd never have to be
I'm stressed and worried
Exhausted beyond my limits
Why can't you sense it ?
I lay next you and I hope you see
How can you not feel the sadness radiating off me?
How can I not affect you?
I feel radioactive
Everything I touch goes up in flames
I'm sitting here living dust
Going on with life
While you watch me
My mind convinces me I'm insane
You love m...