Kada Nors

This is my voice. Through words. Welcome to my thoughts.

[kadanors]

I’ve been ALONE

*opens messenger*

Me: So are you lookin’ forward to something with this new guy?

She: You know what... Hell yeah! I’ve been alone enough time.

Me: But why aren’t you. like. FULLY embracing it? 

She: You know I’ve been thinking ‘bout ---- lately... Idk, but it’s been many months since so... It’s been a while that I’m with nobody.

Me: Yeah, I guess. I think It depends on how you feel with yourself, regardless of the amount of time that has been.

She: Oh no... I’m good, like... I ain’t rushing ANYTHING. I’m just goin’ with the flow. This new guy shows up, lookin’ like a dream and I’m like... u know.

Me: Yeah, he’s truly a delight for sight. But I still feel you, kind of “insecure” ‘bout it. The situation I mean.

She: Mmmm... No. Like. Ok. I get what you mean, but girl don’t u worry ‘bout me. I’ve been ALONE for a while, I did like it so... I’m super cool 'bout the whole thing, if it works or doesn’t. So chill xx 

Me: Yes. You’ve been. Just checkin’ you know xx

She: K. Sooo I’m gonna finish myself up. He’s picking me up like in... 20 minutes. Wish me luck. ttyl 

Me: Luck. xx

*closes messenger*

---You’ve been alone. But you have no clue of how to be alone. You simply just can’t. You can say it’s been 4 months or 4 years. But you still don’t know HOW to be alone. It’s the desire, the will, the “staying alert” for anything that may happen. Even when the situation is not the most proper one. You still want to go through it. Sometimes you don’t even like the guy. But you desire the idea of HAVING a guy. So at the end, as much as you want to convince yourself, that you’ve been alone for the past ------ ------. Doesn’t mean you know how to. 

You may say “you are so insensitive”, “how would you know”, “you’ve never been in love”. All true. Yet that doesn’t mean I don’t wish to be. But I’m not sitting around to catch the first ball they hit me up with. I waiting, watching, discovering more and more. Within myself and my life. So I can take a choice, not the best one, but the one I know it comes from my heart. A heart that KNOWS how to be ALONE, when you love your lonely self first. 

-- With love, your friend when she dares to tell you the ugly, yet honest, truth.

[kadanors]

Its was for me

It was important for me,

To let you know things.

Those you did,

And the others I wished to hear.

But looking back I see,

Me claming you “why”,

When I only deserved “because”.

[mossandmonet]

This is my first tattoo🐚 | Inspired by my favorite painting [Nascita di Venere by S. Boticelli] | And by my first poem:

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“History tells us that the one born from a Scallop shell: Venus; Represents all women.

Once upon a shore, I discovered a pearl within a shell,

I realize that women like us, are born just like gems”.

[mossandmonet]

History tells us that the one born from a scallop shell, Venus, representa all women.

Once upon a shore, I discovered a pearl within a shell.

I realized that women like us, are born just like gems.

[kadanors]

Female 3-Part Friendship

In a Female 3-Part Friendship,

If you have: the mom, the willing and the chief

Or at least thats the 3 characteristics they pretend to be

Its not going to last.

The mom gives advices to the willing, in order to stop doing everything told by the chief.

The chief likes to feel in control, so she’ll always try to choose one or the other, she’ll rather have one, not both.

The mom will be giving all the reprimand from the willing, ‘cause if she is mad, she won`t take it onto the chief.

The chief likes the power. The willing lets her. The mom has had it.

It won’t last. Trust me. 

‘Cause if you give:

A voice to a chief: She will take the mic, just like your time.

A bouquet of flowers to a willing: She will host every of the chief’s speeches. 

And a scissor to a mom: She will cut that string they call “friendship”.

[kadanors]

You Chose Them

You choose them, ‘cause I ain’t giving you parties nor cheers.

You choose them, ‘cause with ‘em you can pretend to be wild.

You choose them, ‘cause they know so little about how you really feel, and they are just “helping” you to forget.

You choose them, ‘cause they give you something I don’t: fake reality. 

You choose them, ‘cause with me is harder to let go. You know with me, you’ll cry for realizing the lie you’ve been submerged in.

You choose them, ‘cause they give you what you want to hear.

So while you choose them, you hurt me, ‘cause you pretend to push me away, while I know, I’m getting farther and farther away. 

Is that “friendship” worth, ours?

lies vs reality?

I’m not made of steel darling, I won’t stand here forever.

I ain’t sorry.

[kadanors]

All things

I want all things

I desire.

I want to close my eyes and have them all.

Not materialistic stuff,

things I make my living for.

Friends. Boyfriends. Jobs. And Love.

Happiness most of all.

But somehow I feel in a cage, 

by my own mind and my way to live in this state.

How can I set myself free away?

Not afraid to live the days. 

And to smile at least every part of each moment I rest.

I don’t want my last breath to be: 

“me regretting all the days 

I could’ve lived without the fear

of failing my dreams and all things I wanted for me”

- Kada Nors I.

[kadanors]

A spoonful of shining dust

A sweet treat, I give myself every dusk,

In hopes of becoming something so much more.

To sparkle as brightest until the lanterns of the sky see

me glow as one of her owns.

That moment when I start living,

to never lay down, only to sleep,

in order to live that dosis of dreams.

[kadanors]

The Legend of Independence

What I desire the most.

What I need the most.

As a single child, is the greatest achievement of all.

So dull and uncertain, so mysterious.

Something I hear, yet I can´t see, clearly something I’ll never live.

It’s all my fault, to not achieve such a queer goal, yet is still my fault if I try to get too close.

What am I supposed to do? Fight back and back, for something I don’t really understand?

How can I be so interested in that, if I have no clue, in what it means to live like that?

Am I ready? Shall I deserve it? Can I own it?

No answer will embrace me, until the day I finally touch it. 

When will it be the day to be brave, to stand up and say this is no more, no more of temptations nor life in a silver plate. No more comfort, no more spoiled. But tell me how am I willing to give up what everyone thrills about?

I do believe, there’s no wrong with me. Yet I must say, life has taught me, that you’ll never feel complete with the things you don’t lack, just like the things you never had. They seem the same, yet one is clearly something you knew you had, but once lost; And the other, is something you have never experience before. 

So this makes it so much more difficult.

But either way I’m writing right here, right now. `Cause to me there’s no better getaway. To write and contemplate how miserable I feel, watching my life pass, and not be happy with all the things I have. 

I’m so concerned with the one thing money cannot buy, not even yourself can defy, is something linked to our parents and our countries. Is something so wild and adventurous. A legend with witnesses. Something called, Independence.

Kada N.

[kadanors]

“Every” Tattoo

I wish I could tattoo my breath in your skin

just to be in front of your hips 

every day and dusk

every summer

and

every dawn

[kadanors]

I wish this could be enough

I really wish

I could just be this.

Nothing more

And nothing less.

Myself as the only one

I wish to be.

The person I see myself

Every time I meet Reflection.

I wish it could be the real me.

I wish this could be enough.

For my life to be

Just as I want it to be.

—Kada

[kadanors]

“Society talks” 90′s girl perspective

It’s so sad. Depressing. Ignorant. Naive. How society talks. How people are saying the most ridiculous and fake things about who they are, instead of being who they really live. 

You know for the past couple of years, I’ve thought that our social meetings or get togethers were going to improve sometime, when we were supposed to “mature”. But no. Nothing has changed. We still think that the more we talk about our social and sex life is going to make us “cooler”. 

Take it from me. I’m simple, never had a boyfriend, kissed several times, fell in love once (guy broke my heart, I cried, never again. You know the story) not into social life, rather stay at my place eating and watching a sitcom kind of girl. I don’t do fake talking, I don't care of other’s social and romantic lives. I don’t care how often you sleep with a guy in a week, in a day or even in a f**king minute. And please just stop bragging about it, is not going to make you superior nor it’s going to make me less; actually is going to make you ignorant. Because you think you can find confort and a fan club, in a person who sees you for who you really are. A fake, sad and empty one. 

So yes. I’m sad about society right now. At least my generation (born in the 1990′s). Best advice, just live, be whoever you want to be, if you want to be the girl who sleeps with everybody, do it because you want to, not because you want to prove something to society, because either way, they would tear you down, for the most minimal and insignificant thing you do. Even if you don’t mess with anyone and you are invisible, they will find something. So be prepared for that, be strong. Don’t waste your time in fake friendships, toxic relationships, and stick to the things that really matter, family (even if you are not even related), family stands for those who you love beyond blood, and distance, who will care and look after you, even if the truth hurts. 

Be you, f*ck them, be happy and don’t be what society wants to see. 

xx, Kada

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[kadanors]

The fear of Time and Destiny

What if we could change, the line between time and destiny?

To overview every mistake and bad call we have made.

Life would be as precious as it is now? or it would no longer be in a crystal ball?

For the lies and fake reality talks, have been amused with a chance of not being truly what they’re supposed to mean.

Lessons of our journey living in this world, should be as empowering as eyes opened every morrow.

The greatest betray, you give it to yourself everyday.

A gift because is not a need nor a request.

To believe hope one day will be missed, and you’ll never be as jolly and young as in today. Age does not define your wisdom nor your beauty. It defines how long you have coped with being in this world.

Kada Nors

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