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The Petite Green Monster Who Feels oh-so-Blue

There are many people in the world who I see through eyes of green, envy overpowering my sight because they have something I do not.

There is a little boy who is being taught how to throw a baseball. There are kids being taught how to skip stones because only one person can truly teach them how. How lucky they are to learn things that cannot be taught in any other way by any other person.

There are so many little girls being called princess while being bounced on a knee, or sitting in a lap. How sweet that they are for receiving the love they deserve from someone whose life it is to give it to them.

Then there is a girl complaining in the school corridor about her strict curfew and a speech about boys not being good enough for her. How blind she is to the safety being provided to her by someone who will build innumerable walls to safeguard the apple of their eye.

There is a young woman who found the love of her life and on her wedding day she was walked down the aisle by the man who had stood by her for her entire life. How grateful she ought to be that he has been there time and time again and will forever continue to be.

So I am envious of your fortune, deaf to your complaints, angered by your ingratitude, bitter for my twisted fate and most of all, sad for my loss because only I can grieve for it. I have lost the invaluable. I have a hole in my heart. I think I am broken but the parts have been taken far away from me.

Because while all of you have fathers…

I do not.

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(My father died when I was 10 years old and I remember saying to my mother, “But all my friends have dads and I don’t anymore.” Sometimes it still feels that way but it doesn’t have to.

In honour of my father S.P.D, I love you so much that it really hurts.)

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WITHIN THE WITHOUT

ImageBeyond the cyber world is another world. It’s dangerous, beautiful, exciting and scary. The only difference between the two is that the latter is REAL.

Without a computer life seems bleak but in fact it can be the exact opposite. From a netizen to a real life citizen, the view from your window showing you that world is in your reach. The computer has been the dividing wall.

On my flight I saw the sun rise and decided to capture the moment. That’s where the photos come from.Image

 So take a glance around you because once you do, you will find yourself thinking…

WITHOUT looks pretty damn good.

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The Dedicated Order

Afore written letters of love

Bestow upon my heart, instill

Circadian rhythm of joy until

Doomed it comes full circle again

Existential remnants of threaded thought

Forge their way into my restless mind

Granting me the allowance to leave behind

His pestilent lingering hold on me

Infinite pockets my soul can fill

Juxtaposed amongst pennies of pain

Knell like sound as they chorus

Like coins of small, petty change

Mercy illuminates the kindred spirits

Nullifying the egregious slashes

Often worn by unsuspecting masses

Perhaps we’ll learn to love again

Quintessential cure to the common heart ache

Romance is consumption and consumption in turn

Signifies the nearing of an end, the time to learn

To learn the right way to love, to love the right

Upscale your feelings to love what is beneficiary

Vocabulary of love is embedded in literature

Written by those who cannot express

Xeroxed from their experience

Your love is beautiful though others cannot see

Zig-zagging to others in perfect disharmony

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Les Visages

Je suis peur que j’oublie

Tous les bons temps

Tous les temps quand on rit

C’est nul maintenant

 

Je ne suis pas seul ici

Mes memoires ne sont pas claire

Mes amies oublient aussi

Il n’y a rien qu’on peut faire

 

Et je pense, d’accord c’est la vie

Mais pour vivre, il faut payer le prix

 

Je regarde la photographe, decue

Mes proches m’ont donner courage

Tristement, il y a presque rien pour moi

Ce sont juste les visages

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Lifejackets

It has been said that our lives are like stories that we write as each minute passes. If life were a book, then there would be characters in our narratives. These characters are the people we are surrounded by and choose to surround ourselves with.

I hear so many stories about the will to survive and fight cancer, the stories of a mother’s undying love for her children and how when it is put to the test, her love will always win no matter what. I’ve heard the plights of children who have come from nothing and have now become happy through a long and difficult journey. I’d like to say I have a monumentally inspirational story that made me wake up and see everyone around me in a new light. I don’t. But I do know we should be ever grateful for the people in our lives.

We are fortunate to have loved ones and unfortunate to have those people who think they know us but don’t; yet they have the audacity to judge away.

There are those who go out into the world to achieve for the sense of accomplishment…and there are those who do the very same but for that euphoric feeling of victory when they crush and put down others.

There are all kinds of people. There are the people who have everything and still feel the need to crib. Who don’t realise how truly lucky they are and use harsh words. People who thinks it’s all about them. People who couldn’t care less or say something as simple as have a nice day. People who have so many facets you can’t even keep track. To all those who who are the reason someone goes home and cries; you don’t know the pain you cause but you should. You wouldn’t be able to handle it if the tables were turned. You are the shackles that hold others down.

 But it’s nice to know there are others. The complete opposite of the afore mentioned.               People who are not that much better off than before but are still happy. Those rare people who take the time to write loving and meaningful messages and tributes to light up a few faces and make them smile for as long they are reading it…maybe longer. People who make you smile by doing the simplest thing. People who make you feel like it will get better down the line. To all these people, to the REAL people: you are wonderful and you do make an impact on others lives for the better. You are our life jackets.

So when you find you find yourself drowning in a sea of despair, loneliness and insecurity, don’t let the shackles strapped to your ankles drag you down. Break free of them and use a lifejacket. Then take a deep breathe when you reach the surface. Hold on to that lifejacket and don’t let it go. And lastly and perhaps the most important note to be left with, save the others who are drowning as well. BE A LIFEJACKET.