Wednesday, May 3, 2017

I Wish I Was As Happy As You


Really!
Do you?
Because it's exhausting,
At times.
It means constantly
Seeing the good in everyone
And everything
That silver lining
In every dark cloud.
It means putting an effort
To surround yourself
With the ones you love,
Always finding the time
To do what makes you smile.

Being happy
Is a choice we make
Just not an easy one.

It's far easier to give up,
Sit in a corner sulking
And think of all the reasons
My world is falling apart
Than glue it back together
Everytime it does!

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

No one told me

Little did I know
That loving someone
Too much, too soon
Could be such a crime

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Drugs

I once fell in love with a boy
The most amazing person I know
Certain things about him
I can never let go

Once on our third date
While eating crabs by the sea
He told he'd like to know what's going on in a drug addicts mind
To learn why they do what they do you see

He is the boy who used to throw away
His friends drugs when he was back in uni
Because even back then he disagreed
And didn't like what they were doing

I know you're far from being a drug addict
And you just want to try it out this once
I'm pretty sure that's how they all started
But just couldn't stick to their guns

If the boy I fell in love with knew
I had a friend who was about to try out drugs
He would be disappointed in me
If I didn't try to stop him and let him chug

I wish the boy I fell in love with
Can hear your reasons out
Because I'm pretty sure he can explain things nicer
And somehow talk you out

Look, I know you have your reasons to try it
And you can justify it in many ways
But please have a chat with the boy I fell in love with
And tell me what he says...

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Breaking up sucks!

I have broken up before and moved on. This is not new to me. I know what I have to do.

I have to go out there and do things I love. Keep my self occupied and be around my friends and family. I have to get out there and enjoy life again.

But here's the problem. The more I go out there and live, the emptier I feel. The busier my day is the stronger the feeling is to come home and tell you how my day went and to ask how yours was. The more things I do that I love the more I find myself wishing you were with me. The more I go out the more I think of what you would have said and done if you were there. How things would have been that much better if I was doing whatever it is with you.

I can't remember how this worked for me before but it some how only seems to be making the vacuum inside me bigger this time. The more I'm surrounded by people the more I miss you. The more things I do that I love the worse I feel because you're not there with me.

Maybe this is what it really feels like when you break up with "the one"!!!

Sigh...

Thursday, September 15, 2016

How I Wish I Could Go Back In Time

Today
I'm wearing the top I wore on our second date!
Sitting under the light house
Eating a burger and sipping wine
Staring and the sea
With endless talking and laughter...
It was one of our favourite dates.

I miss us! :(

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Lost in Thought

Today
I thought of you...
And I wonder
If you can feel me
Whenever I do!

Thursday, July 14, 2016

I Will Never be a Well Behaved Woman

I would rather pass my days lying in the middle of dirt roads, staring at the full moon with a bottle of wine in my palms.

I would rather have kids when it suits me, not when society expects or throws shoulds.

I would rather live in a hammock on a beach for six months, and write like my soul means it.

I would rather be horribly broke at times, than married to a job because a mortgage payment has my ass on a hook.

I would rather own moments, than investments.

I would rather eat alone, than sit with women who bore me at “Wives’ Night.”

I would rather swim naked with bioluminescence, have it fall like fireflies from my hair, my breasts, my back.

I would rather do handstands naked in the moonlight when no one’s watching than pick bridesmaid dresses.

I would rather drink seven year old rum from a sandy bottle, smell of smoke and ash than sit at temple.

I would rather learn from life than rack up debt, in a desk.

I would rather drink the ocean, again and again—celebrate being madly alive.

I would rather my love be defined by love itself, and nothing more or less.

I don’t need a ring on my finger to prove that I am in love.

I would rather take the bus, than spend useless money in safe gated communities. Sit beside a goat, listen to raggaeton and eat green mango with sugar in a plastic bag sold from the woman who harasses the bus each time it stops.

I do not need a degree to prove that I am intelligent.

I do not need to own a piece of earth with some wood on top of it—to feel successful. No one truly owns the land, anyway—we just think we do.

My savings account has little to do with my richness.

I would rather sprawl my single ass out like a lioness each morning and enjoy each corner of my empty bed.

I will take a job I love and freedom over a pension, any day.

I will not work and work and work to live when my body is old and I am tired.

Stocks are for people who get boners from money.

Not everyone should have kids, and my eggs aren’t expiring.

I will not drink the societal milo on a bus, nor will I drink it on a train.

Not on a plane, with a goat, in the rain, in the dark, in a tree, with a fox, in a box!

I will not jump through societies’ hoops and red tape, the treasure hunt in the rat race we chase.

If we must have milestones—mine will be measured by how much joy I have collected at the end of each day and how often in this life I have truly, deeply, opened.

Seek, see, love, do.