And so we are.

We are parts of things that make us.
The Sapphire Ring.
The Pink Necklace.
The Eclectic Colours.

We are what we take pride in.
The Charm.
The Elegance.
The Tempered Grace.

We are what we never knew we desired.
The Wish.
The Want.
The Love.

We are what we hope someone will someday comprehend.
The Passion.
The Kiss.
The Weird.

Above,Over and Beyond.

Dare to leap,my darling.
Dare to jump.
Dare to scream, my dear.
Dare to breathe.
Cut old threads.
Cross old bridges with new friends.
Get more than you ever hoped for.
Get more than you need.
Get more,more,more.
Get close, my darling.
Get hurt.

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Do not let the pain make you hate.
Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness.

All we know.

Swimming in circles.
Currents all around.
Pulling you under.
Throwing you ashore.
The whims and fancies of the sisters of Fate.
Spinning the loom,entangling the threads.
But wait a moment, darling.
Wait.
For you.
You are lovely, and whole.
Cracked and Complete.
Both, yours and your lover’s.
But the soul’s first.
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Inspired by
“And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, “This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!” And each day, it’s up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, “No. This is what’s important.”
-Iain Thomas.

Bleed a little. Then a little more.

Darling, you’re in my veins.
I thought you knew.
You’re my midnight conversation,
With the stars and the cold North wind.
I thought I told you.
You,simply put, are important.
But now you’re why my smile falters.
I stopped thinking when I kissed you.
I keep thinking you already know.
I keep thinking I’ve sent you letters that were only ever written in my mind.

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Inspired my Iain Thomas.
Last two lines are his work.

Unnoticed.

There are galaxies inside of me.
Maps on my skin and bones.
Secrets in the hollows of ribs.
Starlight in my words and tones.

Chaos in the crook of my neck.
Moondust splatters from broken dreams and hopes.
Like sunset on a sinking ship’s deck.
Forgotten, not alone.

Will you hold me,my dear?
Just until dawn.
When reason collides with soul,
Be gone.

Someday the demons will silence,
When your name drops in a content sigh from my bruised lips.
Until then, unknown love,
I’ll wait.
Unnoticed.

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Inspired by the words of Christopher Poindexter.

And she tucked herself
away in a corner,
quiet and foreign
to the crowd around her
and all that kept racing
through my head
is that the best kind
of beauty is the
kind that is mostly
ignored.”
― Christopher Poindexter

Dance with Me.

Dancing to our own tune by the fairy lights,
Close enough to feel your chest move when you breathe.
This is my reprieve from the world.
Another dance, back and forth this time,
Between eyes and lips,
Hands and touch.
This is rejecting the rest of the world.
A dance most primal,
Since ages long forgotten,
Between gasps and sighs and Euphoria.
This makes you irrevocably mine, part of my world.

I’m sinning too.

By our sinning hands,
we’ve slowly built up a wall.
And somehow I got left on the other side.
And now I’m twisting and twirling in this dark,
a dark so powerful, even a god would fall.
But through it all, what consumes me is inside,
a rotting cage from inside out.
Blinded and broken,
these sore,bloodied feet must someday give out.

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Covet: yearn to possess.
But not knowing that which you yearn for is the worst kind of agony.

Never regret anything that made you smile.

Now this ‘No regrets’ policy is something I actually live by. I suffer from an uncommon trait in today’s world-Brutal Honesty. Maybe it’s because I’m young enough to be able to get away with it. Maybe it’s because I believe in speaking my mind,irrespective of consequences-at least where talking to my peers is concerned.

Moving on to ‘something that once made you smile’ bit of it,that is a lot easier said than done.

“You run out of tears long before you run out of hurt.”-Gregson.

That is true. When you shatter,it takes time to heal,to mend,and sometimes it changes you irrevocably.

But it’s okay. Because someday,you wake up and you can breathe. The grey cloud floating above has disappeared and it’s a Good day.

For me,Someday took some 2 years to finally show up. And when it did,I realized that that’s how life lessons happen.

It’s like C.S.Lewis said  ” Experience.That most brutal of teachers. But you learn. My god,do you learn.”
So despite how over used it may be,I’m gonna say – Never regret anything that once made you smile. Anything that made you happy once was time well spent.

Speak your mind-somehow when you don’t the feelings fester in your heart and dwell in your mind until it becomes all-consuming. The consequences be damned,at least you did what you believe to be right.
And if you’re ever unsure of what to do,think of this- Trust your gut and heart,they somehow already know what you want to be.
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Part 7 of the ‘Life is short’ series. ©Angrezikabutar.

Love Truly.

Clearly I was so excited to write this article that I almost didn’t. For those of you who know who Sheldon Cooper is-that statement has a big,fat,visible from a mile away note saying ‘Sarcasm’.

Unfortunately I don’t subscribe to the mass perception of love. Love truly-In our world,or more specifically in mine,that statement is begging to be scoffed at. Quite visibly the bitterness I spoke about in Forgive. still remains.

Then I read this. by a friend of mine who’s also doing this challenge with me.

And I decided instead of a highly sarcastic,negative point of view, I am going to focus on the Good.

Also when I say Good, I do not,in any way,mean to talk about Romantic love. I am 18. I do not believe you can be ‘In love’ at this age.

So what am I talking about? Love is…

Like cuddling up with your dog on a cold winter’s morning.
Like reading a good book with a cup of coffee on the side.
Like the hug you give your close friend where you just don’t want to let go.

Love is…
The sacrifice of a good night’s sleep to lie on your back and stare at the stars with a friend.
The smile on your face when someone who’s important says they miss you.
The silent conversations which mean more than words ever could.

Love is…
When you can’t stop laughing at the joke only the two of you understood and the crowd simply stares.
When you talk until 4 in the morning because some things are meant only for the night to hear.
When you call a friend just to say I hope today is awesome and your hair doesn’t frizz.

Love is…

That is love. Always.
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Part 5 of the ‘ life is short’ series. © Angrezikabutar