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Want | ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning)
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Hiding a crippling need for approval. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). Recipe: Honey-Rosemary Chicken ». August 2, 2015. Your fingers are like the. Roundest, flattest pebble. And my skin, the calmest. Lake in the land, one with. Water so placid, no child. Dared to disturb its quiet. Surface, and you didn’t just. Touch me, your fingers, they. Skipped on my skin, and. Each tremble they induced. Was a ripple that echoed. The previous one, till the. Denizens of the lake woke up. And wondered what was.
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Tangibility | ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning)
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Hiding a crippling need for approval. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). Creativity and Healing (TEDx talk.). August 11, 2015. I won’t say the words to. You out loud, no, I don’t. Think I’m brave enough. To, but I’ll add a ‘love x’. To every goodnight message. And I’ll remember to get. More of your favourite. Fruit, and I’ll remember. Your favourite song, and. Your coffee order, and I’ll. Send you poetry I wrote for. You on days you feel like you. Can’t inspire anything beautiful. And when you thank me,.
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Let In The Light – In-Between
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Let In The Light. August 15, 2015. In ambiguous moments of. Light and darkness, when the. Air teemed with uncertainty and. Sensation, and the wind took in its. Wings a sweep of fervour and. Passion, I walked through empty. Roads and fictional towns, full of. Mythical souls and vacant homes, and. As the sky slowly suffused itself. With pale blue illumination, the. Roads glowed with new-found. Beginnings, the cities came to life in. Excited quivers of passion, and the. Vacant homes slowly filled up with.
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Sweet Escape. | Dreamer Meets World
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Fatimah's Food For Thought. Real Love Is a Choice. August 1, 2015. Real Love Is a Choice. 14 thoughts on “ Sweet Escape. August 1, 2015 at 1:05 am. August 5, 2015 at 12:42 pm. August 1, 2015 at 7:35 am. Really nice – Something that you needed to write the Night Before the Result’s Day. Make the Decision then Make it Right – Muhammad Ali Jinnah. Someone who is worth remembering as August has Started on.🙂. August 5, 2015 at 12:38 pm. Massive respect for him. Great man. The one of his kind! Thanks for re-b...
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Flashbacks | AWanderingCrumpet
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Illogical rants and occasional whining. Follow AWanderingCrumpet on WordPress.com. Exactly ten years ago, today was the day when earthquake happened and everything around me decided to never be the same again]. June 21, 2015. 12 thoughts on “ Flashbacks. Reblogged this on Elegies And Aches. One of the best things I have ever read. Hope poeple understand the scenerio and feelings. One word, Brilliant. Liked by 1 person. June 21, 2015 at 11:20 am. Liked by 1 person. June 21, 2015 at 11:59 am. Liked by 1 pe...
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SUNLIGHT | AWanderingCrumpet
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Illogical rants and occasional whining. Follow AWanderingCrumpet on WordPress.com. Ever sat beneath, on the floor, in front of the window wanting to have the slanting sun rays on your face to enlighten you, free you and trap you as well? To feel nourished by. Warmth to let the freckles dance with the filtered light which traces the wrinkles and soothes your skin and all the aches and melanin? Next time, fall in love with it, for it’d make the clouds disappear and make the grays, shiny blues for you.
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Tangibility | ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning)
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Hiding a crippling need for approval. ForeverAwkward (And Maybe Learning). Creativity and Healing (TEDx talk.). August 11, 2015. I won’t say the words to. You out loud, no, I don’t. Think I’m brave enough. To, but I’ll add a ‘love x’. To every goodnight message. And I’ll remember to get. More of your favourite. Fruit, and I’ll remember. Your favourite song, and. Your coffee order, and I’ll. Send you poetry I wrote for. You on days you feel like you. Can’t inspire anything beautiful. And when you thank me,.
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Write – Inspiration and Expiration
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Flashes of creativity or imagination and their due results. I take out my diary. Other girls have bad hair days, I have bad vocabulary days. I'm a girl who prefers books over people and music over conversations. I live on poetry and wear my heart on my poems. The polite thing to do is leave a comment on the blog, a sincere one. May 1, 2015. 4 thoughts on “ Write. May 1, 2015 at 2:34 pm. May 2, 2015 at 5:44 am. I know the feeling! May 8, 2015 at 9:49 am. May 11, 2015 at 9:07 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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2 a.m. – Inspiration and Expiration
https://roleoasmalia.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/2-a-m
Flashes of creativity or imagination and their due results. You say yours is a long story,. A twisted urbane tale. But the night is young. And the hours still full. So what is on your mind? Other girls have bad hair days, I have bad vocabulary days. I'm a girl who prefers books over people and music over conversations. I live on poetry and wear my heart on my poems. The polite thing to do is leave a comment on the blog, a sincere one. July 27, 2015. 6 thoughts on “ 2 am. July 28, 2015 at 10:00 am. Enter ...
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Of Larger Canvases – phoenixes ablaze
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July 13, 2015. July 13, 2015. There are times when I have, most acutely, felt the disabling and damaging limitations of my field of vision. Upon looking back at certain events, I have come upon the disturbing realization of how, by the confinement of the canvases before me and in my own mind, my judgement has regrettably and repeatedly erred. Like being handed a book opened at a certain page, reading it over and over again, never turning the page until, from lack of context, it loses all meaning. The win...
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