Be firm; Say No to Toxicity 

When all you gave was love 
And all you received in return was indifference 
When your thoughts become foggy
And your judgment’s become cloudy
You wonder,
Though you know they’re toxic
And even so, you still run towards them like they’re your air, so essential and like a need so basic
It is time now, tune up your standards, girl
If the sole thing they’re bringing is disdain,
Hurl ’em out, girl
Open the screens on your eyes and lower that rose tinted glass,
You’ll find out for yourself that they’ve always been nothing, but only unworthy and crass.
And, finally the truth will set you free.
You’ll taste freedom, that’s your only key.

 

Until you happened 

​I didn’t know that the pain of this intensity even existed, until you happened 
I didn’t know that sometimes a simple act sleeping peacefully could be such a task, until you happened 
I didn’t know that sometimes, I was more afraid of myself than anyone else, until you happened 
I didn’t know that sometimes all the easy things would be a chore that is until you happened 
You reduced your best friend/confidant/supporter to mere acts of pleasure 
Left without with providing a closure 
Can you sleep knowing you just murdered someone emotionally? 
You used your words to cut me precisely and oh so brutally 
Just remember guilt is a slow poison 
When it will come to you, there isn’t nothing beautiful about that sensation 
At least I’m broken and can be fixed
What about you? 
All you’ll ever be is a living dead

A promise to myself 

Wisdom arrived late, at least better than never

I understood that I cannot control a few things, one way or another 



The only evidence of my past is my memories of it



Some of the painful ones are etched in mind down to every bit



But, I’m the master of my mind 



I’ll choose my memories wisely, not from the same old grind 



This time the choice will be mine 



And, with myself, I resolve to be kind


Caution: Poetic brilliance ahead.

Once in a while when you’re mindlessly browsing through your Pinterest and land on a poetry board which – seizes your breath and knocks the air out of your lungs because of its sheer vulnerability and rawness that you  easily assume that those two tiny initials  (~e.h) at the end mean Ernest Hemmingway because of the poetic brilliance. 

But…

No guys, -e.h stands for Erin Hanson not Hemmingway. She’s a female contemporary poet and a painter, who is exceptionally good at what she does. 😊

One of my favorite past-times are discovering new writers and fresh music in the world of WWW through mobile applications like Pinterest, soundcloud and the like. I am thankful that I got to explore Erin’s writing, which felt like a balm to my tired soul. Thus, I wanted to share my discovery so that everyone takes  a note of this writer on the block! 

Thank you 🌹

You’re good enough 

Not good enough- is something that you tell yourself more often than others would

Always discovering new ways to torture your soul
Finding flaws in yourself is your guilty pleasure
You shed tears, but darling they’re the most valuable treasure 
You wonder when you’ll find the strength to set an end to this emotional trauma 
Simply remember, failure is not an end only a comma
You’re loaded with the ammunition of grace 
Beauty is not in the FACE
Try believing in yourself,  just try it once again darling

If someone tells that you are not enough , then those cowards are only lying 
’cause you’re good enough and always have been