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I have always believed not enough of us make it out. I've met souls so beautiful and raw in their pain but so utterly unequipped for the harshness of this world.©nechamar
Maybe we heal by allowing our experiences to make us instead of break us.©nechamar
What a privilege it is to be able to give©nechamar
Daily Reminder.Take good care of yourself
I am just the waterLearning to ride my wavesHaving calm and choppy daysI am happiest when I flowAnd like the water i don't know how to stopI always need to goIts the water that makes me deepSimple tooIt's the water that helps me stay clearAnd pull those I love nearBut the water in meCan sometimes empty desperately Its sometimes a hurricaneSometimes it drownAnd most importantly Sometimes it turns another world Upside downI've accepted all this water in meI will love it again and againAnd most importantly never forget To reflect and reflect©nechamar
If you listen,God is always whispering in your ear.©nechamar
I'mUnravelingComing apart at the seamsIt's not the love im missingBut everything that came in betweenIts the pain of an illusion you bore for so longWhen its clear that all you thought was wrongIs it too much to beleive in give and takeIs it too much to ask others To show up in somedaysMy heart has been lonely for so very longI just want someone with love to come along©nechamar
Never settle for someone who will only love you parttime.©nechamar
I stopped posting about youI gave up my last cryIts not that the love is goneBut you have moved on and I Have had toIt's a pity all this waiting time ive doneIt's a pity but it's also my songBecause when you closed the door in your heartYou taught me that I can be strongerBraver and million times smartWe all dream of loveWe all expect loveWe want the growth it offers in joyBut run away from the pain when it destroysI am choosing to learn to walk away So when it comes to my heartI can always stay©nechamar
Each day when. I wake up, I start with a small prayer. To thank God for giving me another chance in this beautiful world and then I ask of Him to remind me to give and to make giving my blessing.©nechamar
7/10/19 , 11: 11 p.mDear Diary,I like how writing to you before every birthday of mine feels so ritualistic and pleasantly familiar. I like how you make me feel, at ease, accepted, worthy and most importantly, loved. You know how much I'm sorry for most of my actions I end up performing without even anticipating the range of the consequences , its severe effect unanimously. But for now I'm sorry for not writing to you for so long. I remember making a promise to you when for the first time I decided to make someone stay, I promise you the access to my grey skies and entry to my pink sunsets. I don't remember having a best friend till 10th standard and somewhere I've blamed my past, or maybe the way I look always. It has always been like this, me running away from things that make me confront things I don't want to, I hurt people, it feels like my defence mechanism somehow...I'm 16 today, I'll be 17 tomorrow. When I look back from my 16th birthday to this day when I'm a broken button Taped at all sides but who still manages to hold on I'm proud of myself. I've spent this summer tapping on my window pane and looking at the skies. At times I feel that all of my words, feelings, emotions that go unsaid,un-felt, unheard are somehow retrieved by the skies in the most poetic way. I've emptied myself to the welkins in the most metaphorical way possible. And skies are my home, always.I like how winter is almost here, I like how I've already started drawing circles on my sky blue pajama that I don't wear anytime besides winter. There was this guy I kn(e/o)w , he told me that my heart is always cold but if someone choose to endure the bone bitting chills for sometime my heart unaware, lets him into the pink orchards deep inside. That's by far the most beautiful thing someone told me till this day. He was someone who could listen to me talk about the chaos brewing in the back of my mind . He would understand why I'm this bitter to strangers, he would know just why I'm so scared and deep down gulping pills for my anxiety. I loved him, I really did but not the way he wanted. He told me he couldn't break through the ice but he wanted to view my splintered skylines and the dregs of blue left. In a merry joke he once told me rainbows are smiles turned upside-down , there was this thing about him, he never went on contradicting his words or writing poetries drenched in metaphors, he was just himself until I broke his heart. I know why I did that but none of that matters now. I walked away and I won't look back. Dear Diary, the passed few years have changed me, I stopped wearing smiles to my happy places, I stopped singing, I stopped writing songs. I've decided to see a therapist, I don't know if that would help me forget my childhood, or the things that happened but maybe I would accept my present self. But again, maybes aren't trustworthy. I know I'm turning into this Grenade. But then, 17 is everything you've to be prepared for, 17 isn't a year or an experience, 17 is a metamorphosis, 17 is a phase, a feeling. I know. I fathom vibes in an unusual way but then you make your own vibes, I'll probably make mine too. I know 10 years from now, I'll be turning the pages to see how much I've grown and probably my words would feel foolish, dramatic and unnecessary. But then I'm not a writer, never was. And maybe my skies will be bluer. And then maybe I'll realise that letting go of few things was important. And if someone ever makes me stay, I'll know why my subconscious self says that staying is harder.And I don't owe an explanation to anyone. Not now, not ever. We all deserve smiles, we all do. Hate makes us come out stronger, love gives us courage. The day I'll accept myself is the day you, dear Diary will make sense.Thank you for everything, Someone who breathes skies#diaryentry Thank you
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Like a seed You must fall to the groundTo rise to the sky©janani_writes
Writing in English after a long time, and questioning myself if I am a good person!
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Am I a good person?
Everyday as I wake up,
With every task that I get or take up,
I ask myself a simple question,
“Am I a good person?”
I know this sounds bit juvenile,
I know this feels very immature,
But I do this to keep a track,
I do this, just to make sure,
that everything I've done is selfless,
the ticking clock that I've outrun is not useless!
With every little memory,
I ask myself if I have hurt someone,
I blame myself, I curse myself,
for all the wrong that I've done.
And I do this, just to make sure,
that I do not repeat the mistakes that I've made,
that the scars on my heart, stay, they do not fade!
So when you think that the time is not right,
when you're alone or when you're sleeping tonight,
ask yourself this simple question,
"Am I a good person?"
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May love be the light that shines insideThe one that burns from daylight till duskThat splendid brillance you bask inYour own luminous selfArms wrapped tight across your chestReassuring your insecurities The wounds that seep poison Toxic words dripping Flushing them with tender lips and handsEyes that weep torrential Catching each drop Not letting them bruise and burstLearn to listen to her tormented mindChase the shadows with forehead kissesLight your shelter with abundance Warm your heart with self loveBurning the wretched tinder That clutters your gentle soul~ Josie A Kerr
I'll continue to be me!
No better gift could beBesides you accepting me for me.They said I'm a little crazy,After seeing how people are, I was like maybe.I'm still nice to the cruel. Treating others the way I want to be treated is my rule.Because when treated mean, I'm still kind.So they say, I must be blind.I give to those that steal,And care how strangers really do feel.As my own I take others pain,And this is why they call me insane.Love I have no choice to give,This is just how I live.Strange, crazy, I must be.Still I'll continue to be the best me.©believersrejoice
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Hold my hand and take me to the place which only screams the words of peace and sanity , where the birds sing the melody of quietness and love,where the every wave of wind feels euphoric,a place which no one knows.©akshi97
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A midnight scribble, a morning sigh, you watch the words, curl up and die.Madness lives, inside your head, of poems lost, and pages dead.A mind possessed, by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.—Anonymous
You don't need to unbutton her shirt To see her heart©shivholic
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Affinity to the broken..Cost me my own pieces.While fixing everyone else..I had nothing left to heal myself.©shradk
Don't compare Stay positive think positive YOU WILL BLOOM WHEN ITS YOUR DAY
If a bud compares itself with a bloomed flower. It will feel inferior But that flower will wither the next day And bud has lot more to experience.©alluring_tulip