Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emotions. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Braving The World Without Common Sense

One hundred and one reasons it never works out.
For all those times you met the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time, just stop. If any word in the sentence was wrong then they weren't the right person, or they will be the right person you just need to appreciate the right and not the wrong.
For all the ways you wished you could change things, or make things different, just stop. You made your bed now lie in it, la frittata é fatta and you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs. Life isn't clean or smooth or simple, and why would we want it to be?
That sinking feeling in your stomach is just the precursor to all the butterflies adrenaline will unleash, when you least expect it. Look at the map as a whole rather than one single route, you have so many options, just pick a road and hope it leads you where you want to be. And if it doesn't - you're in for the journey of a lifetime.

You don't have to have been to many places to have experienced many things and you don't have to have experienced many things to know where you want to go. Don't let yourself hold yourself back because it never works out, because it always keeps going.

Working 'it' out is a skill that eludes us all, and even those that seem to have 'it' worked out are making some mistakes one way or another; don't hold yourself back, don't hold others back and don't forget that you don't see by having your eyes open, you see when you let go of what hurts when you close your eyes. Let go of the bad memories because they are just memories with emotions attached, and emotions are subject to change.
Appreciate the time you wasted and learn that even time wasted is time spent doing something, so time is never wasted just reassigned. Common sense isn't a sense and it isn't common, it is a skill learned from mistakes and divined from tearstained tissues. And it isn't compulsory, just brave the world without it.  

Sunday, 29 September 2013

Spoken word by Sarah Kay

This woman actually has so much talent, her words give me goosebumps repeatedly. Big fan. 


Wednesday, 27 March 2013

I can't I won't I will- Me feeling a bit bleak and venting in angsty poetry, Daphne

So I haven't really blogged lately, or had any motivation and have felt really happy then really down on a bit of a yo-yo spectrum of late. I wrote this, please don't hate me for writing a poem. I was sad. Poor me. Wallow.  



I can't I won't I will
I like you more but you make me cry
The salty ocean from my eyes
I break the words one by one
Every meaning and undertone
The syllables slide like oily pain
Around the pan I cook in vain
I can't I won't I will
The empty jar of sound
Where once my voice was found
I set it free to wrap your head
But it's lying on the floor instead
Here I am patchwork face
Holding onto a secret place
I can't I won't I will
The Sunday morning dreams
Were just inferior hymns
Praising a non existent feeling
Subtle pain that looked like healing
Every day I need you more
But I can't stop standing by the door
I can't I won't I will



Hannah I miss you too. 

Daphne