I mean it's English, how hard can it possibly be?
I said yes when 'no' blared in my head. I said ‘no’ when all my heart whispered was 'yes'. I stumbled, I got up, I cried, I laughed. I am human, just like everyone else.
So I stared at the rain and wondered in my mind, "Is that all you want me to see, or is there more?" I couldn't help the smile that broke out while waiting for an answer I knew would come...
This story goes way back, buried deep down in our memory sack. When it was all about colours, tantrums and rhymes.
A city without a wall is open to so many attacks, you don’t want to be found anywhere near that city so why allow yourself to become the city; unguarded?
I love men, I do. I appreciate all the supportive ones in my life, God bless you! I know you go through a lot too and I admire your resilience. That being said, let’s talk about the vile ones.
Couples seemed to be arguing in louder voices like the universe wanted me to hear them as I passed by. Men were scum and women were evil so I decided I would be neither. Earth was overrated and I was done being human.
A little sleep, a little slumber, that’s when I first saw the vast water. Far into the middle was my mark His was the kind of presence you first feel before you see and lose all your will
Don't you find it funny when people say they want to show you the light but they spend the entire time talking about the ills of the darkness? You say you come in peace but your knives are out and ready to cut through my throat.
The myth often appears with boldness, allure and an air of faux prettiness. The truth is more calm,collected, confident and aware that it should be accepted. But it doesn't force one to.
People do not just start things because they want to fail at it. However, that's exactly how it plays out when one becomes headstrong on "pursuing what could be" without a complete understanding of "what is, and the order of what has been".
No matter how boring, busy, productive, destructive, innovative, challenging, sad, mind blowing or crazy your life has been, it becomes a story when someone sits down to recount it. Note that this person would only be recounting what you have already written, no additions or subtractions. It's all you from preface to epilogue, you are … Continue reading What Are You Writing?
I have always believed that nature is a very good teacher, we are just not very good students. So in June, I decided to pay attention to the birds and I even told them to keep the change. Please let me know if it was worth it in the end! I recently came across a … Continue reading Finding Your Birdplace
Many of us can point out the exact time she left. Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, you can think back to that exact period when it all became dark. But do you remember when she started packing? When the dark clouds started covering? That time when the first straw was placed … Continue reading Joy’s Journey (Departure)
This follows after Joy's Journey (Departure). ✈️ "Joy's Journey (Arrival)" I sat on the Sycamore tree that nightI knew my faith wasn't tall enough, So I took Zacch's lessons and held on tight. Joy cometh in the morningI had prepared the table for the feastFor when I will be asked to come down. No dust … Continue reading Joy’s Journey (Arrival)
What if it's not broken? Those precious plans you've been running with. The dream to go to the University, that tireless job hunt, the struggle to be mentally stable, to let go of that addiction, to be your own person, to cut the chains of your background. What if truly delay is not denial and … Continue reading Crippled Goals
When last did you loose your sight? Or let me put it this way, when was the last time you were blinded by rage? Take deep breaths and think back to that moment when you were so mad that even your body was shaking and coherent words were difficult to form. That time when all … Continue reading In Wrath Remember Mercy
We have been told many times that true love is a verb, so real that it's visible for even the blind to see. The definitions go on and on, it's never ending. What is love to you? Who is love to you? Out of so many definitions, theories and practicals out there, there is one … Continue reading I Love You
You do not need a whip, bamboo stick, or even your fist to beat this one. You need something stronger than that. I am not asking you to be little David with the sling marching up to Goliath the giant who was fully clad in his war armour. Neither am I saying you should be … Continue reading Beating Odds