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4/24/2014

something for the brave, the wounded and the fighters

"You are not brave because you said no, or brave because you ran away, or because you looked love in the face and said 'not today.'
There is nothing courageous about the way you left me, open handed, palms outwards, waiting. I was standing at your door and I was saying 'I will take you as you are if you will do the same for me.' You didn’t know how to.
No one had taught you that wanting someone desperately is like sliding out of your clothes and out of your skin and laying yourself at their feet. All skin and no walls. All soul and no teeth, no metal, no keys. No one had shown you how lovely vulnerability can be.
How proud it is to be naked in front of someone.
Fully clothed, naked.
Arms full of heart. Heart full of rain.
Body like an olive branch, I am telling you that I love you today.
I am telling you that I am not scared to be fragile in front of you. I am telling you that I trust you to look after my gentle.
Keep it safe, don’t keep it hidden.
They say that giving your name to someone is giving them power over you.
I wrote my name on your wrists.
I wrote it in your mouth.
Whispered it into your ear.
I said “here, this is who I am, do what you will with it.
I am not scared. I am not frightened.
” Even then, even after that, in that quiet rain filled room I watched you stitch yourself back up again and turn away, I watched you do it without me.
I kept my hands open anyway, just in case.
Here, the mattress is asking you what you’re doing. Here, the walls have known how you sound when you murmur my name.
Here, everything is wondering where your brave is.
Where has your courage gone? Where is your wolf?
I know that you can feel in colours that haven’t been invented yet. I know that you’re trembling beneath your soldier body.
I would have loved you enough for the both of us.
Until then, I will run through the streets after dark holding a sign that says ‘I SURVIVED LOVING A MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME BACK AND IT WAS GLORIOUS.’"






— Azra.T

4/22/2014

am i not good enough?

a motherfuckin question that haunts you once in a while.

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don't worry, because one day you will meet that someone who will find you pretty enough, hot enough, sexy enough and exciting enough to love you and want you exclusively. :)

of mourning

"why do you cry?" 
he asked.

it took me a while to gather a response.

in that moment my body was drowned with the ocean of heartbeats and lightning flashbacks.

there's that random feelings of loss- and it gives my back chills like an icy wind on a still starless evening.

it feels like a hole has been punched through the hard wall that i built to protect my heart.


thing is i rarely cry. i find it hard to open because i think it makes you really vulnerable to a lot of things.

in that moment, i felt the gush of emotion flowing out of the broken walls of the dam that i built.

"why do you cry?"

it feels like another heartbreak. wait, no. i should be used to that feeling already so it can't be.

loss. yeah, it's more about loss. the fear of losing over and over and over again. the fear of losing someone so special, someone so precious to someone else.

"why do you cry?"

it's because of the fucking memories and all the what could have beens. the things that i could have done with you. the things that i could do only with that special someone. which is just a far-fetched idea.

"why do you cry?"

i am selfish. i want you. but i know that by default you don't really own anyone and can never own anyone because at the end of the day it is you and yourself that matters.

"why do you cry?"
i am jealous. but i know i should not be because we are not in any kind of any romantic relationship anyway.
i hate how my mind think of you doing things to strangers to other people who may or may not really care for you at all.

"why do you cry?"

because i still wish that someday we will be together. and again, given that this possibility is such a far-fetched idea, it breaks my heart into infinite pieces.

"why do you cry?"

because i have never cried for a while. because it always feels like goodbye. although i know we already agreed of not leaving each other. of staying at each other's lives for as long as we can.

"why do you cry?"

the complicated situation

"why do you cry?"

because i am sad. not like suicidal i don't know how to be happy sad. sad because it hits me. it just hits me hard in the core/. and it sucks because just when i got a new life because of you, i felt like i have to lose and let go of another.

"why do you cry?"

security.
i long for security.
i want someone who i can just hold hands with. i want someone who i can spend time with even without talking. i want someone that i can cuddle with.  want someone that i can kiss slowly, passionately over and over again. i want someone whom i can freely express my love with- someone who i can say "i love you" over and over and over again. 

"why do you cry?"

because i just want to feel something real. be loved by that someone who could love me for who i am, accept me despite all flaws and shits.

"why do you cry?"

because I imagine you sleeping with other people, sharing passion with them, sharing a kiss with them, shaing intimacy with them instead of me.

"why do you cry?"

because i don't want to lose faith in love and romance. 
thought at this point my mind and hearts says it is just all a bunch of crap. 

"why do you cry?"

and i am crying as i fucking write this. maybe to let go. maybe to revel in the pain. maybe because crying sometimes make you feel really good. 

"why do you cry?"

fear.
i am too scared of disappointment to start all over again.

"why do you cry?"

because i love you.

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the person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing.



3/05/2014

about becoming just an option

fuck that.

life is short becoming just one of the options.
you should be the obvious choice.

ha!

the truth is

he does not need you and he most definitely does not need your love and romance.
he is just giving you a second chance to live.

nothing more. nothing less.

and you just have to live with that.

set your mind, heart and other stuff ready to sail somewhere else.

:)
#word

2/06/2014

something to remember in life

the human heart is fickle
things change, deal with it.
sometimes sudden changes happen. deal with it.
when something that you expect does not happen, fuckin deal with it and don't get butt hurt about it.
the world operates in irony. (most of the time)
and also, take notes so you may remember. 

1/24/2014

the L word

how many times have i used it on someone really special to me as in a romantic level kind of special? 
just probably three.
why? 
cause i value the motherfuckin word so much that i may have only loved three people so much in my life.

they may or may not deserve it but i don't care anymore.

thing is i am writing this here in this fuckin cyberspace to remind me how i value those words and that it should not and never be used sparingly.



1/20/2014

for the record

i may have been the happiest person ever when you returned to my life.

that's it. nothing more, nothing less. 

1/19/2014

New Year's Wish for EVERYONE

I wish that you find that ONE person who will truly care for you. Bear with me. I mean this may sound cheesy but life is mix of complicated cheeses anyway. I am writing here again perhaps because I have a surge , no a wave, a fuckin tsunami of emotions at this point.

But anyway, going back to my point I mean this wish for everyone: I wish that YOU will eventually meet that one specific person who will make you feel secured, loved, cared for, and appreciated.

Why am I saying this? Just because I feel like everyone deserves to be happy at some point in their lives.
I mean genuine unabashed kind of happiness.

Maybe this is wishful thinking. Maybe.
But I mean, also maybe the universe is listening. So never stop wishing.

And in the meantime, be happy and contented with what you have, whatever you have and whoever it is around you.

Make it work for you.

YOU WILL BE FINE. :)

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6/23/2013

0622



i still believe that if you want something to happen,
you can make it happen.

if it's important to you, you will make a way and find more reasons to fight instead of making more and more excuses to not make things happen.

never allow anyone to make you feel unimpotant again. ever.



6/12/2013

feel





besides, a little bit of pain keeps you awake and aware that at least you still feel something
because feeling is being human
well at least part of it
it validates you have emotions
that you are a multidimensional being
capable of doing
things

yo no necesito usted

claro?

lol

6/09/2013

street corners

i think i live in a part of town where something that can be classified as criminal happens every ten minutes.
i kid you not. sirens, choppers, gunshots, crashing cars and screams compose the soundtrack of my neighborhood.

if you will be keen enough to notice, our block was given a special treatment by the authorities.
while the rest of the street are illuminated with the same yellow pale light, our block have brand new spankin' fluorescent bright day lights.

also, my room's window are adjacent to the street corner full of whores.
each night at least three whores would create a scene outside.

the street is called hart.


6/05/2013

imissyoutoo

so the tremor happened the moment i downed my soup
and my insides swim with the spicy seasoned water polluted with hydrogenized noodles
then i almost drown as the spicy soup goes down the drain
of my stomach washing the walls
of my intestines
and the doors of
the poophole
and then there was light and well darkness because things have collapsed
billowing rubble occupied the streets and your body is camouflaged somewhere
beneath or on top or sandwiched other bodies
salvaged, rotten, ailing, fresh, alive, warm and cold
bodies
all barfing noodles out of their pores.

6/02/2013

o-k

i find it strange
to watch you
you being
reduced and/ or
possessed
by one or two
syllable words
that you used to
despise

5/31/2013

in and out


when you find yourself sorrounded by
stars
in the smog filled
city of
angels

there will be
days
when you just
want to
have your soul
escape

your

body

and let
the earth
and the elements

and perhaps the universe

devour it

to the tiniest bit of atom
and then
fart
the energy back
to

space

5/21/2013

only if

you can read this
then you can own it
but you see, this may or may not be for you
because this message is an expression
of gratitude
to that who pursues and makes
the stars seem more alive and brighter
with passion and positive
energy
:)


foreshadowing

remember when we rode the roller coaster together?
that's when i lost my key to your house.


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