lost your address

I wrote this a while ago but never thought about posting it up.I'm in the what-the-heck-why-not kinda mood.

I love this post and wanted to write something similar.

Here goes nothing:

Dear Disappointment

You're always present when I least expect you to be
I try to warn myself to be prepared
But I'm always crushed when you come barging in
Uninvited

Dear Pain

Everytime you visit, I know it'll hurt
But despite the frequency of how often you're here
It's always magnified by how bored I am to see you
Once again

Dear Optimism

You disappeared for a while
And while you were gone
I eloped with pessimism
Atleast I'm forewarned and stronger
For now

Dear Happiness

You come with the hugest rush
And leave so abruptly
It makes me smile when I think how naive I am
Your visits are quick but appreciated
So very much
Will you come again?

Dear Heart

It's got to stop because it's not normal
We have tried as a body
But you refuse to co operate
It's grossly unfair that we have to suffer
Collectively

silent language

When I couldn't hear,

you became my loudest voice

held my hand and described the sounds

wiped away my fears effortlessly

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't see,

you were my brightest light

guiding me through the darkness

weaving my route into the familiar

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't breathe

you gave me the reason to live

inhaling in the pain and despair

releasing my anguish into the air

never asking for much in return

When I couldn't speak

you painted my emotions onto the canvas

interpreting the colours as meaningful thoughts

brightening my vision so vibrantly

never asking for much in return.

Never once did you complain

never once did you say

'no, I can't do this anymore'

never asking for much in return.

tell me a secret

Post me a secret anonymously in the comments.

I'm intrigued as to what we're all holding inside us.

It doesn't have to be scandalous or amazing, just keep it honest and real.

smile #3

let's frolic in the fields and let our worries fly

sit beneath the moon and watch the comets pass us by

take my hand and purr a content sigh

as a soft breeze caresses my cheek under the blue sky

privately I smile and ponder why

the wheels of fate turned to spy

my happiness.

forth wave

This is a half-response to this post, but it's a little mixture of rant/personal thoughts/randomness as you do in the manner of blog writing.

Chivalry's dead,
But you're still kinda cute

Yeah, quoting lyrics from Nelly Furtado's Promiscuous Girl is probably not the best way to start this post but I think there's something profound when you look behind those words. It's like the entire concept of being chivalrous is something associated with being old fashioned and archaic. Men who do hold the door and allow 'ladies first' to be an innate part of their behaviour are seen to be slightly stuck in the times where hats were tilted at the sight of a frilly dressed lady.

This is such bullshit.

I LOVE the whole idea of chivalry, what's so wrong with the door being opened for you? Don't you like the respect you receive when you're walking through a corridor and a guy sees you coming- he waits til you reach the door just so he can keep it opened for you? It's a great feeling of simply knowing that there's respect for you in the world. We're female, the so called 'weaker sex' only because we let that title stick and offend our fragile egos. Feminists fail to realise that we are DIFFERENT to males, we are biologically diverse, our personalities have various traits which actually complement male characteristics. It's this difference we should learn to embrace and allow that to be a means of getting along better.

Women who demand equality are a little strange in my opinion. If you want to be seen socially, mentally and physically equal to a male, you have to take into consideration that men aren't allowed to use the 'time of the month' card for mood swings and cranky bickering, neither are they given nine months of socially acceptable weight gain and irrational, compulsive gorging. Neither are they allowed to be seen swooning over little cute pets without their manhood being bruised- accept it. We want this double standard when it suits us, either be EQUAL or accept the DIFFERENCES, you can't have it both ways.

smile #2

'I've always wondered whether babies in other countries cry differently.'

the modern prometheus

I know I'm supposed to be writing my assignment, there's 1000 words left- but I had to get this written down. My muse is Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, it's literature which really opened my mind to understanding humanity via the eyes of a 'monster'.
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Slithering into motion, he springs to life.
Gazing at his surroundings, he sees the scalpel and knife.
Electricity runs through his veins,
Illuminating the world and shadowing the pain.
Sight brings forth the new day
Whispered utterances darken the right way.

Disgust is unveiled, openly attacking his folded soul,
Fire burns within him, glowing embers of heated coal.
Strength comes easily, yet control, empowers his being,
This atrocity, blasphemy to the creator
Scars all judgement reserved for the cruel dictator.

He sighs and quickly learns to moral code
Ignoring all that's learnt and deliberately told,
Change is what twists human emotions to the brink of destruction-
Leaving a trail of anguish and annihilation.