I don't understand you. Why do you flutter for someone who has hurt us? Why do you race when you look into those deep blue eyes.
Why must you fall, when they disappear and disappoint? You should know that they wont change no matter what they say.
My precious heart, please listen to oir brain when we say we need to let go. I know its hard. Its for the best.
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
It was a privilege
to be your
My inner thoughts
I never got a chance at a real goodbye, i never got a chance to let you know how thankful I was for you, I never got a chance to hug you one last time... the songs that bring your memory to the front of it all are the ones that I am obsessed with because I never want a chance to forget our memories.
When I get excited..Hold me tight..
When I feel low..Hold me tight..
When I get lost..Hold me tight..
When I break down..Hold me tight..
When I am happy..hold me tight..
When I don't make sense..
hold me tight
Because..it is the only thing which makes everything feel alright..
makes the heaviest cloud.. so light..
makes the darkest day..so bright
It’s been a year since you left your mark for a final farewell on my heart. The searing and scarring of my soul. I’m not sure how I feel but I know I’ve thought about the things you left behind way more than I should’ve allowed since your passing over into the spiritual afterlife.
Often times, the pain would cripple me leaving me to wallow in the depths of despair and angst with little hope of ever returning to the person I once was before your last but most damaging jab.
The stabbing of my mind, the holes you left gaping open leaving me to question my self worth, marring my self confidence, questioning my existence.
I’m coming out of the hurt with a freedom of forever nev...
I wish that I could talk to you , this is one of those times I don't know what to do.
Your granddaughter needs anger management and parenting classes. Because, my daughter would never behave the way your granddaughter is behaving and still has no bond with her son. I'f I could send you roses in heaven I would have to ship them, and me along with them too you.
I feel like I'm failing her as a Mother, I see now everything I did probably made you feel like this. I miss you so much. Please watch over my children and grandchildren, when I am not there to protect them. Keep them safe Mom until I can get there.
I'm sorry for taking you for granted. I love you always.
Everyone deserves a father, who sacrifice their life for their children. Not the one who runs away from responsibilities.
Everyone deserves a mother, who keeps tye secrets and defend their children. Not the one who ruins it infront of others.
Everyone deserves parents, who should understand their children's metals health. Not the ones who destroy it for every single matter.
Everyone deserves parents, who can sit and listen to their children's pain. Not the one's who are responsible for their pain.
It was just another ordinary day. On the street, I was one of the millions of girls in their early twenties, maintaining a busy routine between private college and a suburban job that barely paid the bills.
As usual, I crossed the same slope. The jumble of houses, the sewage puddles, the people always staring, the damn railing-covered wasteland that looked like a chicken farm ... Everything, exactly everything, was just like every other day.
I could have sworn the boss would never leave. Usually I get off at 7:30 pm, however, when I'm out of work, I tend to run away from the office at 5:00 pm if nobody's around. And as I always did, I took the keys and the streets of my quaint little town ...
I still remember the first time your little hands cupped around one of my fingers while I was rocking you to sleep. Back then, those big green eyes, already so curious, yet so afraid, they just asked one thing: would you take care of me? And I tried, actually I've been trying really hard even though sometimes I just couldn't be close enough to avoiding you from falling or getting hurt.
You turn eighteen today, a dangerous and so amazing age to a human's life. I can't hold the back of your bike's bench when you were going too fast anymore because... Now you're too far for me to reach you with my bare hands. But I still watch you from distance, you know? Even those times when you...
To my daughter,
Today, four years ago, the most beautiful baby was being born. Four years is a lot, yet it feels like it was yesterday when I saw you for the first time. You couldn’t have come into my life in a better moment. You gave me the happiness I needed, and you keep doing it everyday when you look at me with those beautiful green eyes.
I just don’t understand how is it possible for someone to love so deeply and purely. I even remember crying because you were so tiny and perfect that I couldn’t believe you were real. I try everyday to make you as happy as you make me, so you never feel like you don’t belong.
I know I’m going to miss you as hell in eight or ten years when you’re not ...
She wore masacara to hide her fears
She had to be strong and suppress tears
She wore the bangles to remind herself
that her wings were clamped with threats
She adorned herself with a necklace
that would tame her into calmness
Around her head she draped the silk
and taught herself to live with guilt
She wore a pair of silvery anklets
which found peace in diving into sacrifices
Yet they called her a weakling
A burdensome liability than a human being
Her calmness was mistaken for fragility
For no reason she was made to feel guilty
Rendered to be blamed as a scapegoat
Her sacrifices narrated hypocritical anecdotes
A breath of freedom she wished to embrace
We bothered her with expectations of st...
Mother came to visit me today!
The excitement was too real
Couldn’t help but to be overwhelmed with such joy.
That not so subtle embrace of me running to wrap my arms around you, give you those million kisses, hold your hand every so tightly as if I hadn’t seen you in years. I was loving every moment. That warm blanket of happiness that surrounds me is like no other. Could this moment last a lifetime? To be in the presence of my best friend in my darkest, weakest, most vulnerable stage in my life, is such a blessing. You’ve just lifted years of pain and silent suffering all in such a brief moment. This happiness is surreal. This feeling is what I have been searching for at the bottom of eve...
Back to square one.... One visit home and this hostel seems so strange once again.
These sudden splurges of missing that little corner of my house where I could hear my mom's soul alive in action... Working on something or the other as her bangles clinked of her presence....
And somehow that was enough...
Her being there....
As her heart would spread all over our house painting it red as to welcome those evening birds to leave behind some of the crumbs of happiness they garnered throughout the day for us to feed upon.
My mother 💟
Mama, papa, help me get home
I’m far away from where I belong
Mama, papa, I found me a witch
A little old lady with a crystal ball
She told me my future, she said it was dark, with a par of black orbits watching from afar
Mama, papa, help me get home
The little old witch took me to met her old pal
The thing was a werewolf, that nasty old man, he told me my future was resting on quick sand.
Mama, papa, i’m finally home
Where is my people? Whom moved my crown?
I went to the throne room, he came after me, I sat on a chair, he gave me a cup, a drank without thinking....
Mama, papa, he has dark orbits that watch me from afar
Daddy drives me in his car,
To the hills, very far.
We eat candies sweet and sour,
While watching the movie, star wars.
We also catch fireflies in a jar,
I am mamma's little rock star.
For nine months in her womb she protected you,
She bore unbearable pain when you were due.
She quit her job, so you got undivided attention,
Her career aspirations, to no one did she ever mention.
As you ate the last slice of her favourite cake, she ate dry bread,
She spent sleepless nights, as she rocked the sick you to sleep instead.
When you grew old and your wants increased,
She did odd jobs, long working hours to fulfill your needs
That dress she had so liked for herself, she never bought,
But fulfilled your each wish, without a second thought.
To stop by and acknowledge her selflessness, you never did bother,
Yet she quitely continued to give, as she called herself your 'Mother...
Why everytime ability of girl is compared to a boy... Why she can't be a hero of her own world. Why everytime a girl has yo proved her self till the end of her life still she will not get respect like a boy. In one side we are worship and admire small girls, on the other hand same girl is compared to a boy and getting restriction from the same society.... Why always we have to prove.....
In search of me ❤️
Hi!! I’m Kate-Lynn, 23 from Canada.
I am currently a full-time mom to a 1 year old girl! So my world has gotten a little busy! But I have enough down time to write and make some new friends.
I have two diplomas in Art (Illlustration and Graphic Design) I haven’t pursued it much due to life events! But I'm slowly getting back into it, I'll be teaching art to a few disabled people so I'm looking forward to that!
My family is the most important thing to me. I have my husband, dog and my little girl.
I love animals, (especially dogs) I currently have a dog. She is a German Shepherd crossed with a Shiba Inu! Other animals I love include; penguins, white tigers, elephants, and Pandas.
I love ...