In The Arms Of The Ocean..

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In the arms of the ocean

I want to be…

Denied love and passion 

My heart stopped beating

Ever since promises he never made real

We were young, and all I saw in his eyes were dreams and visions of love stories of togetherness

Time proved to me it was all an illusion

And as I looked closer

I realised how indifferent he became

And so,

Every year I died a bit more,

And how much more can one die?

Imprisoned in a life without love or passion

In a denial

Is a simple insult to life, to dreams, shattered as days passed by

In the arms of the ocean

I want to be

Embraced forever

Promised a horizon of eternity

Never let down by its ebb and flo

Not even, when the moon is full and her waves shaketh our living souls

Her light will be my hope

In the arms of the ocean, I will, I will be alive, in love, and forever happy in his arms

 

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Disconnected…

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Although all the channels are present 

With all that they have in common

A space is lost in the connection

You become a foreigner in your own land

Alienated from the lack of conversation 

Abandoning your physical existence simply preferring an alternative 

Disoriented, lost, you still wander around figuring out this illusion 

Time, dimensions, connections, contacts

A relation, a trigger to recalibrate 

To fix that perception and allow you to continue along the way 

Interrupted by a noise deliberately shaking your existence 

It becomes a lack of interest, in an overpromised sphere

Summoned by a tale that it is just a myth

A truth in disarray or a foe in a costume

Daring you to step up and tell

Tell the tale of travesty or tell it all as it is

Raw, rich unburdened by the facade

The details are not amiss, the substance is 

Decisions to be made not so subtle anymore

Devouring your mental state

You decide

Im better off …disconnected

Full Stop…

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Ever since I can remember, I had a special connection with words. As a child I mastered the art of holding a pen, it was my wand, I felt empowered, happy, free, liberated, every time I wrote. I wrote poems, reflections, visions, stories, I even wrote glimpses of my future. Yes I did. At that time, I had never heard of a dream board.

Although one might argue a future is but a destiny. For me, the future was my destination. I loved mythology, fairy tales, and adventure… so I wrote my future with hope, and lots of expected adventure and learnings, but as a writer, I forgot or maybe I intended to keep an open ending.

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The End of a Relationship…

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Stories that are close to my heart, and the cause of its failure. We all die one day. I died sooner.

Words that were never meant

Hopes never sent

A glimpse of light

To an overburdened heart

Dreamy like all forms of art

Feelings dismantled by lies

Forbidden to speak except in sighs

Became a life of shadows

Fighting to embrace the light

A desperation to exist

Met by a pleasure to resist

Her breath, her soul, her beauty

Shortsightedness caused such an illusion

Made her suffer

Not allowing a single buffer

Time is the enemy

It took away her life.

Inspired by this article on Medium Daily Digest.

https://link.medium.com/wfR7Vfj4Y9

Dimensions…

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Dimension beyond dimension

There exists a world beyond

I will fear not the end for there will be eternity

No matter how much I miss those gone

I Know that the truth is one

I ask for answers and so does everyone

But dimension after dimension we exist

I long to hold those I miss, to know they are well

They are dimensions beyond and maybe have a better view

I try to look within those dimensions

And all I see is that we are surrounded

By a mystery not a spark of genius can explain

But a hunch, a feeling that is part of a dimension where I exist

It is me in a dimension and them in the next

As I move and ascend I might know

It is but only a world transcending

As I move consciously towards the next

Dimension after dimension I may learn to navigate, discovering that we exist in a common world moved by differences, perceived by some as unknown, but known by some as dimensions beyond dimensions

Sunshine

“In memory of my loved ones who crossed over, who I cherish and long to hold every day and to know they are well even in the beyond”

A Beautiful Woman…

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A beautiful woman

Words that just relay

A quality

A truth

A woman,

is that, every meaning of the word….

A beautiful woman…

As simple as that.

He is…my partner

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I write and i am different..

I am tied to strings, yet,

I am free and happy,

Only when I write…

He is my life, my love and my eternity

He is my soul friend,

Never understood except, when we are together,

He is my everything, my meaning, and my being,

He is my pal, and my partner,

He is my voice, my shadow, my thoughts

He is my pen and I love him ❤️.

Shadows of her Thoughts…

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Listen, but don’t hear
hear but don’t listen
you just took away that glisten from her beautiful eyes

the fields of Lavender
the seashells
the footprints on the sand
have all become shadows of her thoughts

can it be that life just shut her down
and yet she is holding to that last thread…of hope
dying each day for the universe to hear her call
living with a prayer that this will be her last

a voice that once was the soul of a writer
skin that once was the wings of a butterfly
eyes that once were the twinkle of dawn
a heart that once was a beat of passion
a breath that was every bit of life
a strength that once was, a warrior of love
tormented by reality

darkness takes over
and that light is shutting down
leaving little room for her thoughts to capture her dreams
turning down her hopes and
turning her thoughts into shadows that will soon fade away into that long lost dimension
never to be seen, heard of or felt of anymore
shadows of her thoughts.

A Second can Count as a Lifetime…

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Today made me realise how ironic life is, and we all know this is a cliche,

Time is everything when we don’t have much of it, or better yet, time is everything full stop.

I have been sad for a while, life hasn’t been that fair and it’s not something I like talking about, but the people close to me know. I keep reminding myself what a friend told me once, he said my name means “hope” and hope I am every day, every week, every month, every minute and every second. It’s the journey that was drawn for me I guess, and I can but only hope and embrace it as I grow.

Ever since I was a child I was passionate about life, dreaming of love, aiming for success and I was lucky enough-to have realised many of my dreams and passions; but a sudden change happened and my life took a wrong swirl and it had been a challenge ever since. Trying to make sense of my journey, my path, my story, building my strength a challenge after the other. Fighting life discouragement, with my will power, making it worthwhile a day at a time, and this goes on…

When we lose someone we love, we become estranged from life or time, it is beyond shocking, it is devastating, nothing and no one can replace a loved one, no words can heal the loss. Time has so many roles it plays in our lives, be it, intrinsic or extrinsic.

By the intrinsic, I mean feelings, memories, love, everything that makes life feel of essence and by the extrinsic, I mean, the status-quo, managing ones financial and social affairs and what have you of the so called challenges of life.

However, when it’s time to say goodbye what really matters is our soul print in this life, the intrinsic, the memories, how we touched people’s lives, how we made a relative difference in this life, and how we will be remembered.

Today I’m still sad, but I am a bit sadder, to know that time is nothing we own, time is something we owe, and when that last second comes, it is a lifetime.

Mirage

My prayers go to everyone who lost a dear one. May their souls rest in eternal peace.

Cookies and Butterflies…

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Was it the peaches or the cookies that you liked most?

I know for sure when our eyes met, I found my soul mate, I never knew I can swim in those emotions and carry this love forever.

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It was painful to leave but life wanted to teach us many lessons and it never seizes to do so. As I grow older I realise you were the only one.

The souvenirs I kept are my treasures, and are the only joy that love brought me. I wanted to know how it felt to be on the other side, but I ended up learning about myself instead. From where I stood, I was marvelled by the most beautiful things I was allowed to explore. A feeling, a time, a place, that existed in the past, I painted it in the present, coloured it with my words and every time I look deep, it transports my heart, flooding it with emotions and my soul, my soul would yearn for us.

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The jokes, the cookies, the peaches…the books…the words…the thoughtful gestures…

There are memories in our subconscious that can be stirred by beautiful emotions, erupting our hearts into lively emotions,, this might not make sense unless you have been caught by the insanity of love.

Universe, Will you make my heart sing again?

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