Pure Love


Pure that window that I looked upon the world through, pure as a diamond… Hard and so true.

Pure but a window is naught but a cage chaining me.

Until that moment where I broke that window broke my every limit just to be free.

I thought I will taste heaven, I thought I will drink of that beautiful glass pureness.

I opened my eyes to see the real cage, I saw who was being fooled and who was playing onstage.

And out of a hopeless moment, I took that shred of the glass I broke.

I looked upon myself in the reflection, I looked deep and in that moment I woke.

A tear fall in the ground from me.

A cut and a blood drop broke free.

And where they gathered in the ground there I found a tree.

Now I’m saved again. Hiding from life, letting it be.

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He Never Talk… Silence Story


Sitting in front of each other, no one know what to say, not a single idea, a real weired silence that makes you wanna scream and scream.

She’s looking at him, monitoring every single move like he was the sun, or maybe her god. He’s not even aware of her golden eyes memorizing his perfect lying face, or maybe his soul is what she’s really looking for.

He’s wish someone was here, any one other than her, he doesn’t want to hurt her, he doesn’t want to lie, but he’s doing both. He didn’t stop soon enough and also he can’t love her even if she offered him the whole world love. He can’t understand that she’s a real woman and like any real woman she can smell the lie, but with love blinding her, she’s hopeless.

He had a quick glance at her from time to time, playing with her hair and biting in a lazy way on her lips, she’s so sweet, a dream come true for every real man ,and it’s not only ’bout how she looks like, he know so well how smart she can be if she didn’t hide it under her sweet smile, she never grow up with he childish beauty.

She’s trying to make him notice her, she can go down on her knees and beg, just to get that warm look he used to give her, she can do a lot, she can do something many and any, she can go to the end, just to get that warm look again. She love him, she love that she love him, she love her life when she love him, she love her love for him.

He’s far away and she know that, it’s not just this table separating them, it’s a whole world and she’s ready to love him with all of that too.

In The Bottle


I woke up, I feel so tired and cold. Something seems so wrong, where am I?? I look around me and I can see nothing just nothing everywhere, I’m becoming more aware of where am I now.

Its a bottle!!

Why am I in a bottle??!

That can’t be true, I must be still asleep and dreaming, I’ll close my eyes then open them and things ll be back to normal.

I opened my eyes again and I’m still in the bottle, my god I must be losing my mind. NO, I already lost my mind, what’s happening to me?! Why am I in this bottle??! I was ‘bout to cry, I was sitting holding my knees to my chest, when I heard it, I heard my world’s sound just outside the bottle, and since I’m already crazy and no one ll ever believe me, if it’s possible for a sound to do something thin it was, it was closing the bottle on me more and more and……… My world is trapping me, my world is killing me.

I slept, maybe I’ll wake up without this dream I’m trapped in, I’ll wake up better, I’ll wake up outside this bottle, in my real world.

I woke up, and I’m finally out of the bottle, I want to scream and tell everyone I’m outside of the bottle, but I won’t. Finally I’m back.

I forgot the bottle, it’s been a while now, my bottle nightmare is now not so different from my real world, my world is exactly trapping me in the bottle, and I’m helpless, I can’t do anything, and the voice, you remember it?! Is now being played by my family, friends, everyone in my life, the re sharing the voice role.

I’m living the bottle world, and the bottle is eating me alive, burying me while I’m still just breathing.

Welcome to the bottle world, are you sharing it with me?!

Did You Hear?! Girls Guide To Move On.


Yes, I heard you saying I can’t forget him, he was everything, he’s everything to me, I love him and I won’t ever stop loving him. How can I forget the one I love?! Even if he did hurt me now, can I ever do that? I used to live for him and I’ll keep living for him and his memory until he comes back……….. blah blah blah.

In case you didn’t hear let me tell you what’s going on and what’s new. All that you just said is good and nice and I heard before. No, not just that I also did say that before but what’s new is that he’s gone and never coming back So let me tell you something, it’s time to move on and don’t say a thing I already know what you’ll say, how am I supposed to do that when I still love him?! Don’t worry dear you’ll and if you can’t do that alone let me help you.

These things might not give you the 10/10 result you want, but trying them ll get you half way:

a. If you don’t have a job already “which suck”, look for a simple easy job or a job in something you really like, even if you are gonna tell me I don’t need the money I’ll tell you, you still need the change work provide.

b. “Which most of you might prefer” is learning something new for example, music, a sport, cooking, joining “something” club, anything that needs learning and sharing ll make a change, so if you are a full time student or already have a job this choice might be perfect.

c. Traveling for a while and/or changing you job and life routine and safety zone is like magic which ll do you a great job for the moving on plan.

d. Once you embraces the moving on idea, don’t tell me you still have anything that might remind you of him, that key ring or holder or chain “whatever you call it”, that necklace, and that book, is the secret weapon of his memory to control you, so if “and I hope not” still have any gifts or stuff that reminds you of him, box them and its time for some charity.

e. Meeting new people ll help you moving on better than any of what I said “I know that you re thinking I’m crazy but I’m just being honest with you”, so go out and meet some people and I’m not telling you to go look for a new “might be too soon for you” relationship, I’m just saying simply go out, have fun, and leave the drama home.

f. Some people “while moving on” never talk ’bout what happened, its a common thing between a lot of girls “I don’t mean it’s bad” and it’s not good if you ignored your pain ’cause it ll just keep hurting you more, so find someone OR something to get your pain out and for good.

I can go on talking for weeks but that’s enough for now, if you want more OR have a problem OR need some help, just let me know :)

He is a dream [it can be just a poem]


MY FIRST POEM so tell me how am I doing????
Number One, you better listen from number two,

Number two, ’cause boy I won’t change my point of view.

Number three, so if you really want me,

Number four, here’s what you have to be.

Kind, smart, and strong,

You stand up for the wrong.

I won’t talk but you understand,

You’re never ashamed of walking holding my hand.

You get life and me so well,

I’m crazy but you say they can go to .

You respect women and kids,

You never care what’s in others heads.

You never forget to say goodnight,

Even if all day we just did fight.

You know what you want and you want me,

You want forever and forever it’ll be.

You’re never afraid to say sorry,

but boy, you don’t have to worry.

You never sleep when I’m sick,

‘Cause to you I’m not just a normal chick.

When I cry you die to cry,

Seeing me smiling makes you fly.

I want you and you can see,

With any other one I can’t be.

That’s some of what I want,

Maybe I’ll get it, maybe I won’t.

What if…


I lost my father more than 3 years ago exactly 10 days after my 15th birthday, people stayed around us for a while and they all said the famous phrase [EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE]….. Did they ask themselves what if it never gets better?????!! I love my father more than life more than breathing more than light more than happiness more than every and any thing in this world but people kept killing me all time with saying [YOUR FATHER IS DEAD] he is not, He is still alive inside of me and my sister and my brother and in every smile he puts on peoples soul, he is in every memory time tries to take from me, he is in every day I look in the mirror and try to forget everything that hurt and destroy me and keep going in my life, he is in every breathe that I take to make myself stronger as he wanted me. I will never forget him I will never believe that he died and move on, I will always be daddy’s girl.

tHE mIRROR


I’m not a great writer but I love writing, its something that means freedom to my soul, myself and my mind. Its what make a better person of me in front of myself. Its what get my inside out. Its what my voice can’t say. Its what my heart cry for. Its my dream in my hands. That’s a part of what writing means to me. Once before my father died he told me behind every paper and every pen, every word and every book, their is a mind and a heart. When I cry when I smile when I’m happy when I’m sad when I’m thinking when I’m working I take my pen and write and write and write…. But once after my fathers death the world dissolved around me and suddenly everything changed to non-meaning to me even writing, I still write but all without a real me in it, without the heart and mind. And once again life give me a chance by giving me him to love, but it seems like I start loving my pain more than myself, instead of going forward I go back, until I reached the worst and I fall. I found myself in a bad mirror whatever I try to do to see myself in it, it turns to more ugly picture of me until it is black so you can’t see your self any more then you start feeling pain. And god, you can die of the pain without even knowing ……………………..> to be continued