I know you have been watching over me since you've been gone. Some days I wake up and I can smell your perfume. You were taken from us way too early. You put up one hell of a fight. I didn't want to be selfish so I had to let you go. Please forgive me for that. I love and miss you to the moon and back. Always.
She builds up her own castle,
with the bricks thrown at her
by her betrayers.
Even if I am going down,
I wont do it without putting up a fight!
"But, what's the point, if you are going to loose anyway?"
Oh honey, you haven't seen me in a fight!!
It's been a month you passed away. Today is my birthday, it's my first time birthday without you. I missed you so much..
Actually I miss you standing in the kitchen cooking, I miss you when I see you watching TV every night, I miss to see your eyes when you look at me.
No matter how much tears I dropped, it won't bring you back. All I can do is just, pray the best for you.
I love you mom, I miss you everyday, I proud to be your son.. 💧
She was a Stranger
with Beauty in her possession
As time constraints,
Slow intensifying classical Melody
Surrounded me with her in visions
She was ruling my mind and heart
She was the Art of immortal love
My soul felt her
It was in tremendous joy
I could sense her reflections inside
Soft cool breeze swayed her hair
Our eyes happened to meet
A silent language obsessed
Now the distance shortened
Hands caressed her cheeks
Kissed her head... the Kiss to soul
She hugged in warm
The stranger was no more stranger
She was my love alchemist
Coz she shared pain
And in return showered love
My love isn't like a Mom,
Who pampers and cares alot,
My love is like a father,
Who doesn't speak too much,
Yet he always loves and cares the most,
To give the best in this world,
He does whatever it takes,
And to make them feel happy and special,
I'm like your Dad
B'coz love doesn't mean to show it to the world,
It's the silent care and affection
That connects us together forever...
Her innermost thoughts
But it exists in her eyes
And her smile
And in her bleesings
And in her boons..
There is this woman in my life, so pure and sweet
Her heart is made of gold and full of love and good deeds
She is strong and independent, but still so gentle and kind
There really isn't a single negative, mean thought on her mind
This woman is my mother, and I am so proud of her!
Rain at Red Light District
It had to rain
To let her breakdown
To let these tears roll down
her eyes freely.
And purge her soul off
Of all the hurts given
For with this rain
She washes away the sins
Of others from her being.
And all of a sudden I remembered to step up and into my powerful self and realized I’m a pretty big fucking deal.
Women always have this fear of uploading their pictures in any social platform because they are scared that their pictures might be misused by some pervert.
And if someone actually misuses a girl's picture, there comes the "advice panum aaravakolaru" telling that it's the girl's fault to upload her picture. And then comes one more aarvakolaru saying that uploading your picture is not feminism. (Otha feminism enanu solla nee yaaruda?)
And the cybercrime department in our country is worse than a pervert. If the girl goes to them for help with hope, what they do is, shame and blame the victim. Yes. That's what happens.
I have seen vlogs on cybercrime and what those videos ultimately say is ...
I don't hate you. I never did; I do not have enough time, and enough love, to hate you; hatred is something passional, and its very nature forbids me to feel it towards you.
I hate what you represent; the purest and rawest manifestation of the vomitive human logic...
What you represent... A series of events that preceded your appearance, but came to be reflected upon you, and came to life through your very own self:
The girl that, with fear in her eyes, said to me: "take the piercing out, and not a word about us", when I was about to meet her mother for the very first time.
The girl that swore she loved me; who told me that I was, in her eyes, special, and went on and on...
*My Blessing, His Curse*
Last Saturday night with Jake (my oldest son) in ND.. He's taking me out for a night on the town but here lies the issue we have at hand; because of my inherently good looks and fantastic genetics thanks to my momma, I appear much younger than I really am and am consequently continuously wrecking his “Rico Suave” game because people assume we are a couple as opposed to me actually being his momma. It's my blessing and his curse. The look on their faces when we tell them the truth is priceless and most of them still question the truth of it, you can see it.
I used to write letters to people; infamous epistles full of feelings and fears, trapped within envelopes and sealed-in with tears.
I used to write with a thousand different kinds of ink, each more intense than the one before, looking for that word; that wink, that blink, and that long-lost link that possesed the capacity and the needed audacity to become a whisper between your lips and mine.
I used to rhyme. I used to claim the world as mine; not worrying about time, but only the sublime. . . Thinking only about all the things that could go right because you were, and in a way will always be, by my side. . .
I used to believe that every loving word I spoke was like a...
I kept on waiting for your call,
But my phone never rang at all !
From being his to mine this soul had a TOUGH TIME.
His promises faded overnight, leaving my wounds deep and fresh that night.
I kept on pleading for a meeting that time.
But all you gave me was ignorance all that while.
Those three and a half years felt null,
And at last I was numb .
Infedelity served as a new turn in our fight.
Still I was trying to hold onto it tight.
I lost you or you lost me is still a riddle to be solved.
All I knew your love for me dissolved!
Here's a challenge for you. Finish the story below. Tag your letter 'storytime' and comment below when you're done.
"She closed the book and kissed her daughter on her forehead and wished her sweet dreams. She turned off the light and left the room..."
My dearest Marcia::
Come, there's something important I need to tell you. No, no, it's nothing bad; on the contrary.
You know I love you, and that's the reason I've decided to tell you this, risking the possibilty of appearing mad and making no sense to you whatsoever.
I don't even know where to begin... Do you believe in time-travelling? The possibility of returning to specific moments in your life and re-writing them? Starting over? Improving? Don't look at me like that, love, and let me try to explain myself... Just listen.
Believe it or not, I have already lived this moment. Yes, this is the second time that I'm here, standing in front of you, almost letting go of ...
MUJER O DICTADOR
,¿Mujer a caso creés que todo lo puedes?
El éxito no está en el individualismo,
el éxito se da en la toma de decisiones consensuadas , en el trabajo colaborativo.
¿Mujer por qué pregonas de ser autosuficiente y señalas sin tener razón? Deberías de saber que no hay una verdad absoluta , que en este mundo nadie es perfecto y memos tú.
¿Mujer por qué no dejas el ego y tu amargura a un lado ? Reconoce que no eres capaz de inducir y que con ello te llevas entre los pies a tus subordinados.
Mujer sí no puedes, deja el espacio libre para quien si lo pueda hacer.
Elvia Pérez M