So, the pot is boiling and the steam is rising. You make me a cup of coffee,
but it’s bittersweet and you’re not smiling and my eyes are wet,
and my hands are wet,
and the whole damn apartment is wet.
What are you doing?, you ask me.
Of what consequence is it to you? You’re asking me this now,
after all this time,
you’re asking me questions
like I owe you answers.
I don’t owe you anything,
but if you must know, I am listening to the clock tick.
The Dream Where I Argue With Your Ghost is a thirteen-part poem that is in my 2nd book & Until The Dreams Come. I’ll be posting readings of the parts.
Both 'I Long To Be The River' and '& Until The Dreams Come' are available at @commonroomph in Manila, and online at www.amazon.com
1 520 minutes ago
2:01 AM 💌// I woke up around midnight. around 1 AM, i started to think about my childhood and how “reckless” i was — always getting into something i probably had no business being in, in the first place to be completely honest. that’s how i ended up with most of my physical scars, and for a while they made me extremely self conscious. like imagine someone complimenting your legs, and then their gaze goes to the four big slash marks on your calf that you got from tripping over a bike petal. to some, it’s an embarrassing childhood memory that they’d probably change and make sound cooler, but the way i see it, that’s just a part of the spice of my life. i was an accident-prone kid, but because of that it led me to learn to be a more graceful woman.
"“But you two are so different.” Yes, he is as bright as day and I am as dark as night. But if your statement is referring to your inability to understand our compatibility, then I fear you have misunderstood the groundings of a relationship. For a relationship is not two peoples agreement with the entire world and all of its happenings. It is not how easily a place to eat can be chosen or a playlist on a car ride may be constructed. It is this constant juxtaposition, two opposing forces, that push and pull at each other forcing a new perspective. It is compromise and sacrifice and the willingness to understand that people are different from you. It is a beautiful thing to learn from another, find new pleasures and new loves. So I implore you, find someone different from you, find someone you would never imagine getting along with. You will be surprised by how good it feels to escape your comfort zone." - TÅW
Dear Self, Remember Courage
Because at the end of the day, we are always better off trusting and being hurt, than restricting others or ourselves. That way, no matter what the outcome, we benefit because we’ve acted with integrity and stayed true to ourselves, qualities that will serve us well in any given situation of our lives.
“And if things are falling apart,
then let them.
You are not expected
to hold water together,
not with open hands,
not with an open heart.
Let it flow through your fingers.”
— @fromsaltandsea 🌊
Titled: "Alphabet Soup" 🍜 Here's a fun piece for you. I know the image doesn't feature a spoon or alphabet noodles, but I only stippled a particular set of icons before my obsessive compulsive disorder set in and turned into something ugly. Always, Fresco x
Everyone has a public face and a private face. Perhaps quite a few of them. It is a fluid dance between what "must" be shown, what "needs to" be shown and what "occurs naturally". In my work with myself and other people, I have often found there is a thin line passing through all three. Because what is "natural" today may have been highly "unnatural" once upon a time. Think of a person who drives their car like a dream and you'll know what I mean. "Must-s" and "need to-s" are also difficult territory. Lands bordering on leading/following, authority/subservience, survival/relaxation. Our masks exist for more reasons than one. How well acquainted are we to what makes up our masks and what is behind them?
Photo by @ganeshdevarajan#writersofinstagram#therapistsofinstagram#modelsofinstagram#photooftheday#spilledink#whoarewe
You were taken by surprise that I kept my guard up,
So I stood tall and now I am a threat to you.
21 982 months ago
Surely it’s common that everyone has had that ONE best friend where they’ve felt this way before..?•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
I suppose you don’t know how often
I think about you and I,
From day to night,
You’re all that’s on my mind,
I can’t help it,
I’m just so curious about us,
The thrill that I would receive in
being in your presence,
My lips against yours,
That sensation of being happy,
Certainty that nothing could go wrong
It would give me so much contentment
that you blossomed from being my best friend
to being mine for life.
5 1542 months ago
I avoid my problems,
Stay mute from discussing my emotions,
But you tell me “It’s okay,”
You take my hand,
Pull me close,
Make me forget it all,
My good times in life are
when you are by my side.
7 1393 months ago
Don't let the way they broke you be a reason for telling yourself that's what you deserve ❤
So my darlings, who's joining me for thirty days of self-love planning and intentional living from Valentine's Day onwards? Looking back on my 2018, I don't think I have lived any year with my heart on my sleeve as much as I did last year. And for sure there were moments of intense vulnerability edging onto embarrassment 🤣. There were lots of challenges to meet and huge mountains to climb. My heart was in my mouth most of the time. I had a couple of my worst fears come upon me as well. And even with each gust of wind that blew my way, after it passed, I would look around me and inside me to see what damage I had to clean up and restore and much to my surprise there wasn't really any. As each tidal wave would come, I would say my last goodbyes, and expect to wake up in a gathering of my ancestors. (Forgive the drama) But with each wave passing, surprisingly I would look around and see that I hadn't drowned somehow, and so I kept walking/swimming until I got to the end of the year and I looked back one more time and could see the miracle of everything coming together in a way that I had longed for but couldn't see happening at all at the time. And I have been wracking my brains these past couple weeks trying to work out how it could have worked out like it did and it has led me to seeing some principles again with new eyes and a new angle and I am excited. It is so exciting. Because I just want to dive further into them this year. And I am hoping you will join me because a time of planning for our souls and hearts as we nestle into some really empowering self-love principles could make for a truly wild and beautiful 2019. I am sure the year will have its own set of challenges and messiness for all of us, lots of moments where we feel we could drown at any minute but to meet them with a heart and mind tuned into our intentions, our power, a mindset that understands that grace has our back & that there is opportunity in this moment to blossom how we have always longed to, well that could be a dose of magic we could carve out some beautiful experiences from. We start 14th February. I am running it like I did my End of Year Soul Reset last year. Link in bio to join x
73 85601 day ago
fasten your seat belts.
you may experience some turbulence due to severe weather conditions, and you might feel like you’re about to die, and that is probably true. you might die.
your chances of dying in a plane crash increases by 100% the second you get on a plane. your chances of heartbreak increases by 100% the second you fall in love. the chances of things ending increase by 100% the second it starts.
fasten your seat belts.
oxygen masks will drop down following loss of cabin pressure. air hostesses always, always tell you to attend to yourself before attending to your partners. no matter how much you love them.
you can’t save them if you’re dead.
you’re always taught to put your life first because that’s the only way you can make a positive impact on anyone else. even on yourself. sounds like solid advice, really.
fasten your seat belts.
when you’re on an airplane, suspended in a metal bird with wings that don’t flap, forty thousand feet in the air, death feels so close. death feels like it’s sitting in the aisle seat two rows in front of you. almost as if you can see the back of its head if you crane your neck.
so you tell the people you love that you love them. because you’re not sure if you’ll get to tell them again before death gets to you.
perhaps we should all live life like we’re on a plane. like the crash is imminent. like death will saunter down the aisle and rip the oxygen mask right off your face.
maybe then, we’ll take all the chances we’re too scared to take. maybe then, we’ll do everything we can to live instead of wanting to die half the time. the adrenaline should help.
fasten your seatbelts.
hope the landing goes smoothly. stare at the back of death’s head and ask the hostess for the best dish they have, even if it tastes like shit. don’t die hungry. don’t die with regrets.
fasten your seatbelts. hold your head high.
— [when the only way to live is living on the edge], s.m.
so i can cut off being inside a broken plane from my bucketlist now. (also, SO sorry about the repost)
5 1232 hours ago
i posted this a while ago when i wasn’t sure it was going in the book yet. it is clearly now in the book. 💝
comment your thoughts/tag somebody below🌺
EDIT: i know there’s a typo in number 3! i fixed it in the book don’t worry
my upcoming collection, ‘shades of lovers,’ comes out april 2nd in both paperback and ebook. preorder through the link in my bio 🌸
my first two poetry collections, ‘the boys i’ve loved and the end of the world’ and ‘how the words come,’ are available now! get yours on amazon today 🌸
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