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
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.
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…