"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.
But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?
I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.
So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."
I'd say your waters
have swallowed me whole,
but that would mean
they didn't have teeth
that ripped my bloodied corpse
to nothing but flesh
and bone, my open rib cage
staining the blue-green ocean
in your eyes
to red.
That you didn't eat me,
swallow my pieces,
and smile for more.
To say I was drowning,
takes away the sting
of your ice-cold salt
on my tender, bleeding skin.
It doesn't even begin to
cover the agony
of my lungs filling
with deep breaths of
you, you, you.
If I said you were a hurricane,
I'm afraid nobody will know;
you're really a tornado.
Your bitter rain and
flickering lights are
the precursor
to the whirlwind destruction
you have wrought.
I was told love burns,
but you
were a forest fire.
You consumed me in flame,
the smoke all I could breathe,
your name the only thing
I could choke out
as you lit a match
and watched me burn.
To say you swallowed me whole,
is to say you showed me mercy.
(You never did).
I am placed with an awareness, that brings me Bliss. That love is being spread worldwide. As I sit here watching music videos, analyzing the meanings and portrayel's, I happened to stumble upon actual music with substance. Substance that portrays love, strength, mercy, xcetera. I guess love exist in more places than I expected, it just all depends where you look. More so, where you focus. I've come across a lot of "bad people" in my life. Using manipulation to for fill their lustfull desires. As I've come across a lot of people who lack substance. Like thay stay stagnant above the surface. I grew up in an environment full of ego, hate and fear. So to believe that someone actually loves me, unconditionally with all understanding, would be quite a stretch. It's like giving your heart away with all faith that it won't be Crushed. But as such the inner critic convinces you that it will. I will tell you something I do know. That opening your heart and letting things be. Loving yourself for who you really are deeply and unconditionally. Takes tremendous strength. Its the risk, the terrifying sacrifice of letting go that we fail to pursue. But believe me surrendering under love or God as you may call it, will bring blessing upon your life. But I'm just happy to see people gaining the strength to look at the universe with more depth. To be more spiritual/logical at the same time. To love themselves as they would love their fellow man. Think, wouldn't it be a wonderful world if we can all spread this essence and change over 7 Billion Lives. The world would be a lesser heaven And hell would just become a forgotten man-made concept. Because in all reality we create our own demons. As we create our own heaven. But either way we serve under fear or love. We all are born under love, pure as can be and that's what will set us free, what a wonderful feeling it is to have this epiphany. In the land of the living and home of the free. We can pursue love, mercy, and serenity That's what really matters. That's what we will see. That is what I call LIVEING.
Nerves, they come and go. And when they do, anxiety all within you. As your mind, filled with what ifs and all the negativity. Deep down in you, you fear failure. But you can't help thinking and admitting that you have failed. Your nerves, have just destroyed the last bit of hope that you have for a miracle to happen. -Xuan
If people will be named after colors, I’ll call you purple. The kind of purple that melts in the sky when the sun is about to set and take a rest for awhile. The type of purple that makes my heart jumps a little and lits up the excitement in my eyes.
If people will be named after flowers, you’ll be my rose, no matter how painful your thorns. I’ll embrace you with my arms open wide and cage you in a warm tight hug. Even if it makes me bleed red that’ll surely tear my heart apart.
If people will be named after seasons, I’ll choose Summer among all of those four. You’ll be the sun that kisses my skin, and made my day goes lighter along the way. You’ll make me love the ocean more, and dance to groovy songs. You are the season which will never get tired of warming my heart when Winter tried to cool it with its cold breeze and snowy hands.
If people will be named after places, I’ll call you home. Not Paris, nor New York. You are the place that will always make my heart aches when I’m away—because I’ll surely miss you the moment we took our separate ways. You are the shelter that protects my heart, the one I will always run to no matter what I’m feeling. Happy, angry, sad, jolly, grateful or in love. Because you always understand and know the real me. You’ve seen me— on my ups and downs, and still accepts me— for who I am. I’ll name you after a place that doesn’t have a fancy name, yet will always be the one that will tell me that it’s okay to feel. That it’s okay to be me.
You will always remain in my heart no matter where I go.
And because people have identities, and so are things.
But you and your name will always be my favorite.
traditionally speaking, i've always hated living here. the sound of suburbia just outside the most packed part of the city is too singular; never changing. the cars drive, the trucks beep, the kids laugh. but sometimes, glorious sometimes, before the dawn, the world is still outside our corner of new-age colonialism and i feel like i can breathe. all i can hear is the tide coming in as the sky turns from indigo to bright, cadmium red and the sea breeze rips through the air like ghosts in the street. i can feel it howling and aching. i can understand.
