The bulldog’s innest achievement

I wish my heart can abuse my veins so they can write in place of my hands that are applausing the success of what took all the courage of an ordinary person, my beautiful human,a life time. I know now why my mom says that my generation is so different than hers. Everything has been in order by her time but for us,the youngest,we take our time to put things in order, where they should be,how they should be and by us shall we…

When four years ago, I remember that lost face that wanted to do things properly and finally for someone that seemed lost I find myself in every corner all of his deviated paths not because he is but just because he’s more than this, more than a smile drawn on a winning face,he’s just the face that all my smiles shine through…

Dear K.A,
You’re the best human ever! Gosh that I’m proud of you, proud of how different you are from others.Now that in that orange glowing moment,the friends we are are celebrating the success of what you have shown the world your worth of. I wish I could have been there, with you and for you…

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The Image Of Love

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image of love

Someone asked me the other day, “What would the image of love look like to you?”

I guess I’ve never thought about the image of love. What that would look like…the colors, the shades, the shape of it. Most people would probably say it looks something like a heart. But not to me, not to this mind.

The image of love looks like a bird to me. This next sentence I’m about to write out is probably one of the closest things I will ever have held to my heart.

You must hold the people you love with open palms, so they are free to fly away from you, and in time, if it’s right, they will come back. 

I’ve had one very very very strange and yet amazing year. For the people who are just entering into my life, or who are just starting to get to know me…

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Reach her soul, it takes love…

why do we think other people never want us to read their mind?
How God we will be to do so… How unsweetened whispering will be… What keeps us alive, till it changes is the little mystery hidden in every faces we meet, that fear of how best we can have from others, how deep we can dig to grab their potential strenght to help them go through. When all of their passions die too soon,to be here, to be you, to be the one to light their flame.
Can’t we still read their mind, if we are not even able to write properly what our own mind spells out?
It’s like you always listen to a song and all you get from it, it’s just a word… Your word against the author’s feeling. How often we fell in love with the unexpected,the kind that defeats us. The kind of what you and I are afraid of. We couldn’t have been more human without falling, get hurt, being rejected and everything about what others may think about us.
Whenever we try to know what exactly is in your surrounding’s mind, all you can get back it’s loosing what takes you so much to get there,TRUST and FAITH. Reach their soul,it takes Love, reach their mind,it takes time… Choice is all yours!!

What Goes Around Comes Around

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Forgiveness. It’s the only way to settle your soul.

Thing is, it can be the hardest thing in the world to forgive. Everything inside of you wants to hold onto being right instead of just letting the past go and allowing yourself to step into the future. It’s easy to focus on how much you are hurting. It’s almost painfully difficult to let it all go and pick your head up.

Take the punch like a champion. Get your butt knocked down and get right back up and move forward. I say this easily…but I know it’s not that easy. The past does come back up. It stays with you like an unwelcome guest. You have to be cordial with it because “hey it’s my past.” However I can to the realization a short time ago that you can draw your line with the negative emotions that try to sneak…

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Basic secrets

IT’s normally what you want to hide from others and what you think you’ve been so wrong doing it. Im just asking Why if it’s that bad we always want to get it off our chest. Why we want to spell it out? If we do so, it won’t be a secret that long. And I ain’t talking about what we usually say to our BFF,and to gossip either.

Smiling when something’s killing you inside

Pretending to love someone

Seeing an enemy in your friends

Having fun by knowing soon or later you’ll be by yourself once the party is over.

That’s that kind of secrets we all fear those days. Being ourselves without being accepted we always hide that part of ourselves. Trust me I’ve shared it with y’all once it’s told, now you hear, it’s no longer a secret for both of us…

Words as the sweetiest power

I woke up this morning and,truely inspired by the sun and by a nicest weather, I’ve wondered why not trying to be perfect if the word itself does exist.
The most beautiful things come out with the little ones: a glance,a smile even in a sign that’s why I’ve started with an “hi, you fine?
An “hi you fine?” Like I never asked b4 with my best smile the perfect without make up’s beauty.
Finally just a Goodbye, it’s not because I knew there coul be a perfect end to everything but just because every beautiful thing must ends properly.
Yes, I had that power to change someone’s mood Am I too perfect for that? I don’t think so but Im pretty sure that yes, Ive made a perfect day for the others.

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Words as the sweetiest power

I woke up this morning and,truely inspired by the sun and by a nicest weather, I’ve wondered why not trying to be perfect if the word itself does exist.
The most beautiful things come out with the little ones: a glance,a smile even in a sign that’s why I’ve started with an “hi, you fine?
An “hi you fine?” Like I never asked b4 with my best smile the perfect without make up’s beauty.
Finally just a Goodbye, it’s not because I knew there coul be a perfect end to everything but just because every beautiful thing must ends properly.
Yes, I had that power to change someone’s mood Am I too perfect for that? I don’t think so but Im pretty sure that yes, Ive made a perfect day for the others.

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I see forgiveness

It’s like a song you have to write down, you just have the lyrics but feelings will show out melodies,the most beautiful a smile is trust me that’s how ugly sadness is inside. I don’t even know how to forgive but I swear I know how to give, I know what to give, that’s my crawl till I may walk again, against the fact I might be ungrateful who I ain’t as a matter. I’m awakened knowing Im although wrong. But u know I can’t forgive If I just see me instead of you. You were right,I was wrong,I was young… and that’s why I’m saying I can’t forgive I can give, I’ll give you who I am, who I’ve never been but what I’ll be after that resolution.

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