the moment
i saw her
i knew
this one was
worth
a broken heart
for words have
stabbed
more hearts than
swords
and she was
what poetry
aspired to be.
chaotic. wild. and breathtaking.
Month: July 2016
There’s no right way
decisions must be made
in dark alleys
of wishes and regrets,
leaving behind many
who he’ll never be able
to walk with.
the thought of choosing
makes his heart
ache,
left or right,
fast or slow,
right or wrong.
there’s no right way,
honey. there is no
right way…
so instead,
he closes his eyes,
opens his
bleeding heart,
takes a drag
of the city
and his people
and exhales long and slow
let the smoke rings
decide the way
to go.
Strength
“Your vulnerability makes you
anything but weak.
To show your heart
despite the trials
you’ve faced — that is the purest form of strength.”
– Someone on YouTube
Believe me
Believe me when I say
don’t believe anything I say on here.
why?
you are someone else
and you know that
in front of this world,
there is a mask.
you are someone else,
someone different
why aren’t you what you are?
Offense
You can only learn
how to swim
by getting into the water.
Standing outside
and thinking about the consequences
is not going to work.
It’s about grabbing it.
If you go on the offense, funny things happen.
Up and up
the fountain swirls
in unison
to the music
and wind.
what a sight.
the water
rises up
just to fall
back down
again.
is this why
we stand
up?
is this why
we
live and
love?
just to
fall flat on
our faces,
desperate to catch
the long gone
breath
and disappear.
or
maybe
the water
falls down
just to rise back
up
Again.
Swing it
“Roll up on that hot chick at the bar and ask her out.
Roll up on that good looking dude and ask him to coffee.
Roll up on your business idea and make it happen.
Because being 50, 60, 70, and having regret that you didn’t swing the bat is the worst regret of them all.”
– Gary Vaynerchuk
Be so consistent…
…that they can’t ignore you.
Home and hearts
It’s weird to leave the place where you grew up.
And that too, so many times.
You gotta do what you gotta do I guess.
But I’ve realized something doing this again and again.
Home isn’t a place.
When someone asks me, where’s home for you, I can never answer. Is it where I grew up? Is it where I live currently? Is it where I went to college?
No. Home isn’t a place.
Home is a person.
Many persons in my case. My own people who are close to my heart wherever they may be in this world.
So wherever I am, I am home.
Because we are together.
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