As I stare at the woman in front of me, I feel something I haven’t felt in a long time. I feel beautiful. Completely out of my comfort zone, yes, but beautiful. I carefully caress the soft fabric of my gala dress and do a quarter-turn to the right while staring at myself in the … More Everyday Life | Beautiful Feeling
no amount of griefcan outpour theamount of lovethat lives in my heart as tears turn my moodinto a downpour of sadi dance through the rainas i smile through my tears i miss you from every broken corner of my heartbut i love you ten times morefrom every corner still
The words that were supposedly spoken by Confucius ring to mind (read to find). There are so many things in life I don’t understand and most likely will never come to comprehend. So I started a list of those things, and here’s 10 more I like to share with you: Why people do not wear … More Everyday Life | Life’s Incomprehensibilities (pt. 3)
🥳 50th poem! 🥳 as the sun breaks through branchesof rows of trees gone baldits soft warmth gently brushing offthe morning autumn coldi never knew i was this rich as I struggle my daily battleof matching key with lockmy doormat decorated byconquests of neighbour’s cati never knew i’d feel at home as i tuck my … More Poem | things i never knew i’d know
All it took was one glance outside for me to make a run for it… As I was putting away my newly bought vacuum cleaner in my newly bought sofa (you read that right, in the sofa! I thank the Universe and Ikea for that), I heard a voice outside asking my neighbour to move … More Everyday Life | Invasion Of The Fruit Flies
sometimespretty isn’t perfectbeauty isn’t kindmalice be bloomingcovering corners ofa sunlit mind yet mostlyperfect need not be prettynor should kindness be a beauin darkness the world restsso in daylight we cangrow
“Well then, that’s just dandy isn’t it?” I say the words out loud, even if nobody hears me. Maybe I had done better outing my feelings while I was still on the phone – oh well. It was a cloudy-but-promising Sunday morning when I happily settled into Ursula – she’s my car. With me were … More Everyday Life | Custody Of A Car
roots crawling secretlyaround under my skullseeds planted long sincefind the places my darkimaginings fail to reachand when i least suspectgrow flowers where i thoughtinfinite desolation reignedmajestic sceptres powerlessas heartbeats overcomemy own destructive mind
tough manes crowninginexorable obsidian eyesa loud roar yearning toescape my captive heartpainfully raw as truest truth how long have i beentrapped in the lion’s den? how much longer have iblinded by dark delusionthought the lion was me?no herculean effort savesme from this here defeat how long until i canflee from the lion’s den?
It is written in the stars: we were meant to be family. I pet my concrete floor a little harder than I would my actual pets, and masterfully (and perhaps a tad violently) scrape off a big, white blob of paint residue. I let out a maniacal chuckle. Then stop when I realise my window … More Everyday Life | Handy Family
