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My Facebook is unbearable at this stage, I'm contemplating on deleting it. It hit me a while ago during a moment of clarity; why am I on Facebook.
As I prepare to end another busy but great day, I wanted to take the time before my thumbs start to bleed from all the tap typing to say thank you.
Don't you just hate those confused messages that "Experts" tell us. In one breath, they proclaim that Chocolate is dangerous, then tell us that it is actually good for us. Then there is wine.
As you know yesterday was Easter, to some a couple of chocolate eggs but to me ( Christian ) it was the day Jesus was resurrected. And the message of that day was "Forgive to be Forgiven".
Sweeter than a kiss…Sounds better than a swish…Every time is something special…Each touch is unforgetful…Each mistake gives you the drive…butterflies have you feeling like you can fly…The mystery of...
Given Up [Poem Collaborate] A.M.C.- I feel as if we've given up. I just can't handle it. I want and need to see you, talk to you. But each time I wimp out, run and away and cry.
People say earth has no value a few months back I thought that too . I never believed in magic a myth writers told it was then i heard 3 words I knew I was wrong .
Still sat on my windowsill, my phone rang, work, I declined and slammed my head back on the wall in frustration, anger, I don't know. I thought more about my life before.
I think that the number one cause of pain on a human’s heart is lack of gratitude. I know that sounds odd and a bit far fetched but hear me out for a second.
So, it's Easter Sunday, imo the second most boring day of the year, behind Christmas day. At least with Christmas day you have good tv, presents for the kids, a general 'feelgood' factor.
People come and go— they’ll drift in and out of your life, almost like characters in your favorite book.
Today has been great, wasn't as sunny as expected so i didn't go out to play football as planned. But thats ok because instead I stayed in and realised how to be creative again.
Must I suffer because of your shame. Must I be dealt with because you fail. Should I carry the burden of your incompetence. Should my dreams be broken because yours did.
By no extent of the imagination am I suggesting that I'm a saint when it comes to being a hypocrite; I hate bitches, but honestly I can be one.
The material tools of life: #1 Mobile Phones I love my phone, I check it at random and according to "stats", 78% of the population reach for their phone when they first awake in the morning.
I haven't made an Opuss in a while. But what have I got to say. Nothing really. Life is a drag. Too much drama for me. At least I get a day off for myself.
Friends are like boobs. Some are big, some are small. Some are real and some are fake.
Love is free. It can be shared, but not of anyone's will. You cannot steal love. If you attempt to, you diminish it, destroy it. Love can be touched, embraced, kissed.
I'm done pretending, so here it goes: No, I'm not okay with the fact that you broke my heart. No, I'm not okay with the fact that we don't even talk anymore.
Isn't it crazy how when you're listening to a song you can have flashbacks of a specific moment in your life when you were listening to the song.
The old man rolled his tobacco, enjoyed his smoke and sat on the same bench in front of the circa 1940s marina every Saturday morning.
You like someone. But you wanna forget them. "ok,it will be easy". It is not because, you have already made them a great part in your life.
Time passes ever so quickly I've done many things in my life I've experienced a lot too Happiness , Joy , Anger , Hunger , Pride , Resentment , Forgiveness , Confusion , Sorrow , Despair ,...
i don't know anything anymore... well, except for the fact that I love you... i don't know if i can do this anymore.