I woke up this morning and I don't feel like checking on you anymore. I just don't care what you wear, what you post on your social media accounts and I don't know why.
I looked up in the sky and it's still gray I wonder if it's still going to be okay When I'm on the verge of breaking I know I needed to do anything Not to collapse after being humiliated To recover after being stabbed and get rejected
Puso ko man ay hindi mapakali. Isipan man ay nagbabakasakali. Pipiliin parin lumakad palayo.
It seemed like you didn't do much You feel like you should do more But you are just tired You do not know what is making you feel this way.
I’m going to lead the group tonight talking about Rational Emotive Therapy
So Many Words It’s getting crowded inside my head with so many words tumbling around trying to sort themselves out
Your bleeding heart Hurting nerves Needs you
Choices as true choices are very tricky. We all make choices because of a set of beliefs and interests. They may be influenced, distorted, misguided, misapplies, or even abused. In the end, no one can influence how we choose to maintain social interaction in a societal unit such as family or friends except us. We are the ones that reach down to our core to make choices that are not just about us, our desires and aspirations, our fears and complications, our interests and compromises; but also about empathy, sympathy, and humanity.
You are the one who reigns, In my soul, heart, and mind. My mind is occupied in your thoughts. Our eyes speak to each other, silently. This is our Celestial Love.
Tama na, pagod na ako is a tagalog poem written by Jelyn V. Chavez and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November. “Tama Na,Pagod Na Ako” Dati, ang saya natin. Di mapapawi ang ngiti sa aking…
Elissar’s thoughts were racing faster than her heart because she wanted to say her mind only she was hearing Beroe’s. Beroe herself was frozen in fear thinking she had let down her goddess. “Beroe give Elissar her seeds. Elissar give Beroe your crescent” ordered the goddess. Immediately, Beroe took Elissar’s Venus’ comb and combed out five ruby seeds that were as big as a plum, six blue sapphire seeds as big as an olive, and four amber seeds as big as a pea. Then Elissar broke off her ivory and crystal crescent from its golden cage in her tiara and gave it to Beroe as a tear dropped unto it making a dent.
If you see me on my knees, Will I still feel your kiss? I wish you're only a call away Maybe not today but someday
Ang hilig mong maglakbay. Nakikigulo sa mundo ng iba't ibang tao na mararaanan mo. Ang hilig mong ayusin yung mga taong sa dulo'y naging dahilan din ng pagkawasak mo.
Maybe there was something more Someplace where my mind could rest Where I wouldn't feel such constant flux A place where sleep would come easily But those roads lead to nothing I wanted
On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November. On The Ball I’m done crying over spilled milk Now I need to get back in shape…