STAY AWAY FROM BROKEN PEOPLE

Many times, during your personal reflections, you see yourself playing a stupid part to serve “the common good”. Perhaps your naiveté tells that that is an act of unrestrained unconditional love that makes you great, as a person, as a lover. Well here’s an eye opener. For a person picturing love and sacrifice as the greatest act that will put meaning your life, that’s plain stupidity.
Life is harsh, life is never good. It brings a little happiness at some point, only to draw more anguish the next. Well that is the reality of life…

A killer was once asked, how do you control your victims…

He said…"simple, I give them hope…as I torture their bodies, as I deliver excruciating and deathly pain to their being I feel control over their life. I feel so powerful, so above the world…when I see they can’t bear no more, I release the torture…I talk to them…making them think they buy time to think of something to escape me or to give her rescuer precious time to get to her. That’s dumb. I make promises, I give her room to breath for a while, I give her a little hope for survival…believe me, she’ll do anything you ask for that…hope…people are so fragile…they dwell on the littlest amount of hope to survive, not thinking of the big picture, is it worth it. If my life is a string away from ending, where will that hope bring me?..it's me who ends it anyway...giving hope, it's got an understated power over people...that keeps me from killing...that keeps me living...that keeps me hoping...

No one sucks the life out of you, it is the reality that sucks life from you. Hope is the escape you call love, love that makes the world worth living for some, love that makes the world crazy, love that makes crazy people kill, love that puts crazy people into this world...love that puts good people in pain...

Now tell me, what is your definition of love…of life…of hope?

...FROM THE SERIES OF EXPRESSIONS

"ANGST"

BY WENDASTARR

I AM DONE

I wager that I will be lonely in the next few months. That would be an exchange to some real freedom from the main LOS*R in my life. I have done everything to make this work and I mean everything…all the understanding I have got and all the pain I could bear, still, I am treated like some lump shit rolling right at the middle of the street. So I have decided, NO MORE LOS*RS IN MY LIFE. I am done understanding…I am done pleasing YOU big bag of nothing…YOU tell me YOU are tired…well here’s what tired is….I AM THROUGH WITH ALL these nonsense!!! I AM THROUGH WITH ALL YOUR S**T!!!

They said special ones should bring out the best in YOU. I disagree. They bring out every ounce of badness in you until you give up. The extent to which you will tolerate yourself being the worst you could imagine is the real measurement of what love really is. With that, I am giving up this part of my life, this supposed to be “special thing” that gave me hope that something good will come out of your MONSTER!!! But now I give up, to serve better realities of life…to save the little amount of goodness I feel is what’s left of ME.

I am not in shape to put sense into my head right now. I wallow in anger, just these repressed feelings that I am keeping just to make way for romantic antics to work, but it did not work. So now, I feel stupid and just plain bad…I am MAD. ‘YOU FEELING ME?!


...THE FIRST PIECE OF THE SERIES OF EXPRESSIONS

"ANGUISH"

BY WENDASTARR

A Tribute to the Mothers all over the World

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A Mother's Day Tribute

Hello everyone, with all my article assignments leaning on the special celebration of mother's day, I have decided the best materials I found. I hope all mothers out ther would enjoy these...



MORE THAN A MOTHER

When God set the world in place,
when He hung the stars up in space,
when He made the land and the sea,
then He made you and me.

He sat back and saw all that was good,
He saw things to be as they should.
Just one more blessing He had in store;
He created a mother, but whatever for?

He knew a mother would have a special place
to shine His reflection on her child's face.
A mother will walk the extra mile
just to see her children smile.
She'll work her fingers to the bone
to make a house into a home.

A mother is there to teach and guide,
a mother will stay right by your side.
She'll be there through your pain and strife,
she'll stay constant in your life.

A mother will lend a helping hand
until you have the strength to stand.
She'll pick you up when you are down,
when you need a friend she'll stick around.

A mother is one who listens well,
will keep her word; will never tell.

A mother never pokes or pries
but stands quietly by your side,
giving you the strength you need,
encouraging you to succeed.

A mother is one who can be strong
when you need someone to lean on.

You're more than a mother to me;
a reflection of Him in your face I see,
a love that knows no boundaries.

I'm glad that you chose to be
all this and more to me.
You share a love that knows no end,
you're more than my mother,
you are my friend.


~By Kari Keshmiry~

NJ's adventure

HAPPY AYE?!!!

I hate messing up

I hate messing up.
Even as a child, I was hands on to everything that I needed to do. Sounds confusing right? But then, most children with a complete set get help in doing things that they needed to do either in school or in everything else. They may be assisted in preparing their notebooks and stuff; they are assisted registering their name in the school’s list of enrollees while I am left to fend for myself…always.
This morning, that old feeling of “I hate messing” just came to realization without comprehensible reason, perhaps because I needed to do a bulk of articles later on and the projects are somewhat demanding that makes me feel so anxious right now. I hate messing up because since I am responsible for myself, I was left to fend for myself at an early age, messing up would mean messing up ME.
I can’t rely on no one to take care of me, that is why in the slightest mistake that I make, I realize that those mistakes will ultimately fall on me and just me. I don’t want that. Just like anyone else who is parenting themselves, they would want everything to be done right. Because if not, who else will?
Even sometimes, I am doubting if I am doing the parenting thing right…sometimes I am anxious if my son would end up like me, a completely insecure and complex person that always needed reassurance that everything will be alright…I know no one can achieve perfection but hey, I just wanted the best for myself, especially for my son. What kind of person would not want that?
It just bothers me that I have repressed so many of my childhood memories and I did not even have enough pictures to tell me stories on how I performed during my kindergarten years. I have forgotten what it’s like being a child. I am not sure if I was happy as a child. I am not sure if I raised myself well enough to say, “I am complete no matter what”. Why else would these ugly feelings come out now?
Or maybe, I just needed more of that “growing up” time to feel better in time.

summer adventure

just so you know where Mamay and Buboy have gone so far...