If smiles could only drive the sadness away, I would wear them till forever.
Do you know how it feels when that someone you treat as your best buddy or best friend betrays you in a way that he is now completely different from the person you used to know before?
It hurts. For a long time of being best buddies, one act of horrendous revelation can ruin a long time of friendship. A wicked betrayal was executed. It is when hard decisions in life comes at some point, and with that, you need to sacrifice friendship just for that love that you claim to be real and pristine. Sadly, it is not. I can see that you are just carried by your weak emotions. You fell in a deep ravine that you cannot escape from.
You never tried to fix the crumples in us. You crossed the line. You lied to me.
Good evening, lovelies. I hope you had/are having a wonderful day today. Happy Valentine’s Day!
How do you attain happiness?
Seek for your soul and rejuvenate it. Let the sadness that fills your hungry heart shatter and be replaced with chunks of happiness. Laughter could be the best medicine, so try to paint smiles on your faces. You may never know how valuable it is for one to have that jovial type of feeling.
Some people will inevitably share happiness with you. Treasure them, for they may only last within a short period of time. Try to mingle with them in the best ways that you can, assuring that you are packed with loads of contagious smiles and cheers that will melt and soothe their heavy hearts.
Explore the beauty of life. You may not have yet seen how wonderful it is to live with the life that is given to you. The troubles and challenges that come along your way lead you to be responsible of yourself as you try to look for a good solution in assuring that problems are answered by having this sense of bliss. More often than not, happiness solves most problems as it gives you a good start in kicking out your problems.
Be true to yourself. No pretensions. Just the real you. With that, happiness is just in your reach.
I can nearly feel myself getting frozen. From my tips of my toes up to my roundness of my head, I feel the coldness that shrouds my being. I am almost an icy snowman waiting for someone to rebuild my broken soul, or to play with me at least. Never did I feel the warmth within my heart, for I learned that its existence seems futile to a being like me. Maybe, something can melt the fractals of pain inside of me. The snowflakes that eventually fall into the ground remind me of my dreams that turned into failures. The ice balls that children create on the snowy fields symbolize the big leap that made my life to be a miserable one.
I long for the sunny weather. I long to feel the warmth I am looking forward for. I want to feel the fiery feeling that ignites my desire to live a joyous and fulfilling life. Soon shall I attain the wonders that will make me feel satisfied.
She whispered “forever” that sounded like “never” in my ears.
I used to be someone’s piggy bank. She keeps on dropping coins of love deep within me by her sweet words and actions. Little by little, I feel that I am getting full love because of her.
Sad thing is, she broke up with me when I have already felt that her love grows in my soul. Wondering what could be her primary reason for doing that, I feel so empty and dull. I have my heart being shattered into pieces. I have told myself that she would be the one I will be with in front of the altar and the one who I will be with for the rest of my dear life.
Next thing I knew, she is currently in love with another guy. I wonder if he would by my former love’s next piggy bank, but I do hope that such will not happen.
Here’s a small haiku,
greeting everyone of you
a “Merry Christmas.”
Sweet words coming right from a liar’s mouth turn out to be spoiled ones.
I am sick with the taste of melancholy;
I want to grab a bag full
of goodies of felicity.
Never did I want to cry due
to sorrow, but I want to
shed my tears in joy.
My heart keeps on aching,
an illness I believe to be incurable;
only happiness is the cure.
Problem is I do not know happiness,
as it is nowhere to be found,
being devoured by my own gloom.
Maybe, I’d rather wait for it,
until it sprouts and grows in me,
giving me a brand new life.
Words, I do miss you,
so allow me to weave you
in these blank white sheets.
She keeps on telling that she would hunt for the sky by catching all those words whispered by the stars. She will then be the one to sew these words into astounding writings. She admits that she loves chasing inks as words are engraved in those blank and fine pages.
Never did she know how she plays with words. She is a murderer of her own doings. Even the words burst their tears as they place themselves in the wrong hands of her. Being piteous of her, the writings keep their mouths silent, for they know that soon, they will speak out for themselves — that soon, they shall be placed in the right havens and in the hands of those who beautifully created them.
She loves words so much to the point that she plays with them so badly.
Feed your hungry heart,
search for happiness you want;
make love fill your life.
Unfortunately, the supporting
character of your own
love story is the main
antagonist in disguise,
planting a wicked spell
on the story that may
eventually vanish as if
it never occurred.
Maybe a love story is only
between two people,
yet an envious and hungry
heart is ready to tear them apart,
leaving scars and pains from within,
turning sweet memories to nightmares,
leading love to brokenness.
Beware, my darling,
for people could be deceiving,
for people crave for their wants,
for people fight for love
albeit hurting others
Lately have I realized that I am losing the concept of “friend” in me. I treat most people as mediocre beings. I do not want to treat someone with utmost importance over others. Maybe, I have just this feeling that people will always change no matter what happens. Such changes, whether they are beneficial or not, make me realize that friendship is something so unfathomable as its existence may not be clearly defined.
For now, what is evident to me is that I have this one friend who comes with me. His presence tells me that I am not alone, although it is ironic, for his name is usually coined by lonesomeness and gloom.
Do you also want to have solitude as your dear ‘friend’?