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  • sturmfreidwritings 39w

    Here's one of my many works on Sturmfreid. I wrote this yesterday and posted it on the page.

    If you want to read more, please like and follow the page. Sturmfreid. Thank you!❤️

    WHO'S AT FAULT

    You tried your best to dismiss this question every time it shows up before you. One reason is, it doesn’t come with any visible sign. You try to look for one every single day, watching every move, listening to every word. But you get nothing. It’s impossible to point out and break down who did what, much more to identify the main culprit of it all. Who’s really at fault?

    Another reason is, it doesn’t come with a strong gut feeling—if so, it would’ve been easier to answer because at least you know where to start, right? But in reality, you won’t be able to trace the beginning of it all. It’s like feeling pain in your body but you can’t pinpoint where it comes from, much more to tell the cause. Who’s really at fault?

    The only thing you know is you feel like everything has changed around you. The difference of today from yesterday, and much more from the beginning, slowly becomes astronomical. To the extent that it slowly becomes unquantifiable. Unidentified. Illogical. And unjustifiable.

    Or perhaps you can provide a reasoning for it. By asking yourself a dead-end question. Only, you are scared to find the answer through this. You are scared because you already know the answer. And much more because you don’t want to admit that maybe it was you. It was your fault.

    was it I,
    who loved too much?
    or you,
    who loved me less?

    —A.J Generillo

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  • sturmfreidwritings 39w

    Hello Mirakeeans and my fellow writers here (and readers). I have been inactive for the past few weeks mainly because I've been working on a facebook blog called Sturmfreid, and also because I've been playing The Sims Freeplay lol.

    I have been sharing my write-ups here in Mirakee for a long time already, and I really have lots of suggestions to make this app the best of its kind by adding features for us, writers. Unfortunately, up to now, it feels a little limited for growth of aspiring writers and the community isn't that interactive compared to others. But I don't take it against the app and the developers. It's just a constructive criticism.

    And I really want to reach my readers as close as possible, and my page has been doing that for me. So I shifted to it.

    If you liked some of my posts here, I'm sure you'll find my page worth your time. Please do like and follow it to be updated on my future works. I post there everyday ��

    I believe that no matter where we are, there's always a way to be close with each other, beyond social distancing, beyond the land and sea. Here's my page, I hope you like it.

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  • sturmfreidwritings 39w

    Hello Mirakeeans and my fellow writers here (and readers). I have been inactive for the past few weeks mainly because I've been working on a facebook blog called Sturmfreid, and also because I've been playing The Sims Freeplay lol.

    I have been sharing my write-ups here in Mirakee for a long time already, and I really have lots of suggestions to make this app the best of its kind by adding features for us, writers. Unfortunately, up to now, it feels a little limited for growth of aspiring writers and the community isn't that interactive compared to others. But I don't take it against the app and the developers. It's just a constructive criticism.

    And I really want to reach my readers as close as possible, and my page has been doing that for me. So I shifted to it.

    If you liked some of my posts here, I'm sure you'll find my page worth your time. Please do like and follow it to be updated on my future works. I post there everyday ��

    I believe that no matter where we are, there's always a way to be close with each other, beyond social distancing, beyond the land and sea. Here's my page, I hope you like it.

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    STURMFREID

  • sturmfreidwritings 51w

    4 AM

    I miss suddenly waking up at 4 am and realizing that your arm had wrapped my body and your foot had kept mine warm throughout the night. Seeing your face sleeping soundly ever so calm, I'd never believe how moody you can get every morning (but it’s cute as much as it’s annoying). I miss 4 am when I just stare at you and smile like a creepy person. Pretend to sleep whenever you move to change position. And go back to staring at you more. I miss 4 am when it’s my turn to give you warmth.

    At this hour, as I hug you from the back, I’d be sticking my head into your neck and gently place kisses wishing you “sweet dreams”. And if it isn’t enough for me (which is likely the case), I’d even profess my love for you.

    “I love you.”, I'd whisper, and kisses you more. If what I was doing is a crime, 4 am could testify against me on court. And I would plead guilty of falling madly in love.

    —A.J. Generillo


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    From my book "Creatures of Moments" that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon, as soon as the quarantine situation ends.

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  • sturmfreidwritings 53w

    It's very easy to lose yourself inside your head now that you have time—that you have the abundance of it. And slowly sink into the deep ocean of your thoughts.

    This quarantine situation sucks. My head is about to explode from thinking! Argh!

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  • sturmfreidwritings 57w

    It is easy to get lost in the thought of being not enough, being unworthy. You might think that the life you are living is wasted with every breath you take, but you are wrong.

    I want you to look at the stars and see how they shine for you. Like a servant commanded of your wishes. That every light it shed is directed at your glory, like a spotlight leaving your flaws kept in the dark. Perhaps it is true—the universe was made for you.

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    From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon!

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  • sturmfreidwritings 57w

    The stars, no matter how much light they give out, will be nothing against the massive nothingness. It is said that the twinkling appearance of the stars is its undying courage to spark a beacon of light to anywhere in the universe.

    In the midst of hopelessness, the stars still shine.

    So should you. There is hope.

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    From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon.

    @writersnetwork

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    TWINKLE

    You taught me the courage

    of stars

    as we lay beneath the face of the universe.
    The vast emptiness swallowing the pulsating
    dots of light above (as you said)

    is what makes the stars
    heroes.

    How they carry their light on and on,
    from thousands of miles away
    through endless oceans of darkness
    to inches before our eyes—
    just to remind us

    there is hope.


    —A.J. Generillo



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  • sturmfreidwritings 59w

    Sometimes, we couldn't say the words that echo in our mind during moments when they account for something. When they are meant to be said. When they could make an astronomical difference.

    But do not forget that silence is also an answer. It is a courageous one. In the world that pushes us to be loud with our anger, sadness, happiness, intimacy—it takes a great deal of courage to stay quiet and let the universe of hearts and minds talk and listen through the deafening silence.

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    From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��

    #CreaturesOfMoments #ajgenerillo @sturmfreidwritings @writersnetwork #silence

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    SILENCE

    There are so many words

    (don't leave; I love you; hear me out;
    I'm sorry; you hurt me; let's end this)...

    we want to say
    in the words
    we didn't.

    —A.J. Generillo


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  • sturmfreidwritings 59w

    Time can be the greatest enemy of love. The shortness when you want it to last. Its endlessness after a fight. Its abrupt, fleeting promptness when love comes to an end. The suddenness when a person you think you know turns into a stranger—it makes love limited. Finite. Numbered.

    And that is why, every moment in love is important. Because it might be the last of its kind. It might be the last of it all so love in the moment. Just love.

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    From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��

    #CreaturesOfMoments #ajgenerillo @sturmfreidwritings
    @writersnetwork @writerstolli

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    SACRIFICE

    In this rare moment with you I abandon my heart so that it remains loved and loving. Even if it leaves me to go on living heartless, at least a part of me gets to be happy in this lifetime.

    —A.J. Generillo


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  • sturmfreidwritings 60w

    Have you ever felt like people are intimidated by you because of how strong and unbreakable you seem? When all you did was to avoid getting your heart broken once again.

    We are #CreaturesOfMoments
    We carry each of them as we go on with our life. Especially the painful ones—they scar us forever.

    But all we need is someone who will hold us with the most delicate touch. The softest hands. Someone who understands how to mend a broken heart. Who collects all our weathered pieces and make us whole again. Alive.

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    From my book Creatures of Moments that I currently work on and hopefully publish very soon! ��

    #ajgenerillo #book #love #poetry @writersnetwork

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    INTIMIDATING

    I am a weathered rock. Yet solid and stubborn. Unknowing still of the things I want to be, but I sure want to go somewhere, so I beg the tired wind to carry me. Most of the times, it drops me before staggering cliffs, inches from falling in the old ocean where I have long wandered adrift—I don't want to fall again in the wrong place!

    So I firm myself up. I turn ice-cold and steady. Showing no sign of weakness.

    Intimidating,

    (but in the right hands, I'll melt).

    —A.J. Generillo


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