jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Different Views | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/07/07/different-views
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. Sunset 🌇 →. I did not think of the title, I just had something to say so don’t mind. So you are very lucky to get someone who understands you, who can reason out with you. Someone whom you can disagree to agree. Just don’t expect anything from them. This 👆👆 is just how I see things, how I see life. You may not agree with me. You may view it from a different angle so feel free to air/share your views. One thought on “ Different Views. July 11, 2016 at 7:26 am.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Jen | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/author/jenchep
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. The Sunset is so beautiful,. It puts a smile on my face,. Gets me relaxed after a long day. And when the sun goes down,. May it go down with our burdens,. May it go down with all our pains. When the sun goes down,. All will be done. We’ll be waiting tomorrow for its rise. So we arise and shine. I did not think of the title, I just had something to say so don’t mind. Lazaro Cardenas – http:/ wp.me/p7j6yW-bH. Every Night, Maybe. Every night thoughts run in my mind.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Jen's Blog | prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind | Page 2
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/page/2
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. Newer posts →. I’m not sure if it is loneliness…. I cry till my eyes dry. My head aches every time I’m awake. I stay up late planning how I’ll fake the smile on my face. I try to figure out how I’ll cover the sadness that tries to win me over. There is no one to call to come so that we can stay up all night together. There is no one to call and talk to till I cry and he/she understands. I just have me, darkness and my phone. Boy: Yeah nice thought, dear Dad. Boy: ...
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
When I Was 11 | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/when-i-was-11/comment-page-1
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. I Want To Write →. When I Was 11. Once I was 11 years old my daddy told me go get some…. Okay , I honestly don’t know what I was really told at that age. It is just the song ringing in my head almost everyday and it gives me a bit of memories. So here goes my story of When I was 11 years old. At 11 I was ignorant. I did not know what some things meant for example rape till mum asked “aliingiza? 2 thoughts on “ When I Was 11. August 6, 2016 at 9:33 am. You are comm...
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Shared from WordPress | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/23/shared-from-wordpress
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. Every Night, Maybe. Different Views →. Lazaro Cardenas – http:/ wp.me/p7j6yW-bH. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Email (Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Every Night, Maybe | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/every-night-maybe
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. I Want To Write. Shared from WordPress →. Every Night, Maybe. Every night thoughts run in my mind. Every night they make the darkness darker. Every night they crush my heart into pieces. Every night it rains on my pillow. Every night, a lot I can’t explain. All I see is sadness. All I am, a downhearted soul. Almost a bitter life. But when the tears dry…. Maybe in the dark I’ll see some light. Maybe in the rain I’ll see the sun shining. In my solitude, the happiest.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
When I Was 11 | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/15/when-i-was-11
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. I Want To Write →. When I Was 11. Once I was 11 years old my daddy told me go get some…. Okay , I honestly don’t know what I was really told at that age. It is just the song ringing in my head almost everyday and it gives me a bit of memories. So here goes my story of When I was 11 years old. At 11 I was ignorant. I did not know what some things meant for example rape till mum asked “aliingiza? 2 thoughts on “ When I Was 11. August 6, 2016 at 9:33 am. You are comm...
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
I Want To Write | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/17/i-want-to-write
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. When I Was 11. Every Night, Maybe →. I Want To Write. My emotions are clouding my words,. My vision is blurred,. My heart is in pieces. I’m in pain and I want to let it all out. Please my soft emotions, get mad for me,. Don’t let the tears flow,. Don’t let my heart soften. Get angry, get into my head. Dear mind don’t reason with the heart,. It will mislead you. You know I write it best this way. Open my eyes, let me drown in the mood,. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Forgive Me | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/04/30/forgive-me
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. When I Was 11 →. Dear brothers, sisters and friends, when I get the right words to write I will do so. For now just understand me and forgive me. I’m not yet done with what’s eating me up so I will still be avoiding you. 3 thoughts on “ Forgive Me. April 30, 2016 at 10:08 am. Reblogged this on Ann's World. Liked by 1 person. May 9, 2016 at 1:10 am. Ps: not taking the written word to be personal experience but I’d advise anyone to forgive themselves first.
jenmemosite.wordpress.com
Every Night, Maybe | Jen's Blog
https://jenmemosite.wordpress.com/2016/06/22/every-night-maybe/comment-page-1
Prolly whatever comes to my hand's mind. I Want To Write. Shared from WordPress →. Every Night, Maybe. Every night thoughts run in my mind. Every night they make the darkness darker. Every night they crush my heart into pieces. Every night it rains on my pillow. Every night, a lot I can’t explain. All I see is sadness. All I am, a downhearted soul. Almost a bitter life. But when the tears dry…. Maybe in the dark I’ll see some light. Maybe in the rain I’ll see the sun shining. In my solitude, the happiest.
SOCIAL ENGAGEMENT