February 2012
3 posts
“Don’t settle because you’re afraid you won’t find something better. Don’t...”
– Jackson Kiddard (via elige)
January 2012
4 posts
My greatest fear
So, there I was, standing at the cliff looking down into a certain sort of abyss, where no, there were no monsters hiding below but a subliminal force that forces you to confront your darkness fear. I was looking into it and the more I stared, the more I realised that I was looking into my heart and myself. I decided to jump in and then, amazingly, it almost felt as if I was enveloped by this...
Tangled
I was desperately trying to type something to express the tangled thoughts in my head. I cannot decide or unravel the emotions that are swirling around like a multi-faceted pool full of dark and bright colours. They’re happy and they’re sad, they’re afraid yet they’re also uncharacteristically brave.
December 2011
7 posts
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via quote-book)
“It’s amazing how you can get so far from where you’d planned, and yet find it...”
– Sarah Dessen (via girlwithoutwings)
Hard Knocks
I have come to realise that I admire or appreciate people who work hard to get what they want, or to look the way they desire to look. They’re the ones who were perhaps, flipped with a bad stack of cards in life, and had refused to stick to their lot. They are the ones who would put up a fight, even if they were to fight till their knuckles are bruised, tattered and damaged. They’re...
November 2011
7 posts
“I’ve always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the...”
– City Of Thieves, David Benioff (via songe-creux)
Cold.
So I was there, standing by the window looking in. They were laughing at a random joke, their mouths pulled open as the turkey sat roasted in the beautiful orange glow. I could smell the cinnamon in the air and my hands were already cold. But I didn’t know. I was too caught up staring into their happiness while my ankles were soaked deep into the snow.
Blindness
Pull out a fire starter from the pack, we need blind folds over here.
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
– Samuel Beckett (via saber-y-conocer)
Heartless
Bite your lips, you’ve stained them red
Just like your heart.
Pretty little things, I like that, but more than that, I like seeking out the individuality in you.
BE STRONG.
October 2011
9 posts
Boy A
Boy A: We’re this close to the end, can’t you see?
It fuses - art and life.
The more I know, the less I realise I know of. Put you in a genre, you’re the waif like kid who smokes and waste your life away, bingeing on drugs and drinks. While the music hurts your ears and eats your soul away.
Put you in a genre, you’re the kid who wants to be different, you steer clear from mainstream pop, because you see the ‘light’. You’re indie, only...
Dreamers, or movers.
For the past few years, I’ve been dreaming. The people I’ve seen and met, they do not exist. I’m so good at creating realities that they all collapse into another, like a myriad of multiples me in a double fold mirror. We’ll smile, wave at you, but in the core, we’re dreaming away, dreaming up lives and images beyond the surface. I cannot say if it’s good or...
Just like a woman
“She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.”
=Bob Dylan, Just Like A Woman
September 2011
2 posts
1 tag
Path less chosen
I don’t want to be ‘easy’, I don’t intend for it to be ‘predictable’, I, for sure, do not like the path ‘most chosen’ - no mam.
There’s a path, the path that most people would go for, with less or no deviation to their strides. I want this - I…… might just need this.
I…..am not a product of the dramas, I believe that when I...
August 2011
15 posts
4 tags
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Girls.
Put a blindfold around my eyes, put a scale on my left, judged as you are.
Judged as you talk.
They watch, prepared to smile with hidden eyes, they smile with lies and knives.
May the best man win.
Go against the odds, I love underdogs.
You shed a tear to start a river
I am impossibly sad and happy at the same time. How is it so?
Grace.
Young lad: What does it feel like?
Older lad: Like a stab, it plunges into your heart. You know how when we’re all this close to falling asleep, or in losing our consciousness. Our eyes dart towards the window and we wonder about the world outside, with its glittering neon lights and the roaming cars. And just for that moment, we feel like the saddest beings on earth even with our partners...
Glow-in-the-dark.
To be honest, I’m not sure if everyone could see the truth, clearer than me, or what I’ve always envisioned it to be. I’m fighting this with torn up fists and shredded bandages. I’m trying so hard to fork out a smile amidst the war.
Can’t you see?
July 2011
26 posts
“The worst you could do, is be my best. Love is damned. Love is blessed.”
– I Wrote This For You: The Vino Lacks Veritas (via kari-shma)