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By SZU

Have you ever wondered how sometimes the people you consider to have bonded well may just be an example of yet another pseudo-connection in your life? That the ostensibly simple looking daily occurrences of life may perhaps be the most complicated things on earth… I have realized it. Not once; many times.

I have friends in college who have been around for the last three years now. We have enjoyed some funniest, happiest and lamest moments together. We went movies together, did assignments for each other, bunked classes to go for breakfasts and lunches, slipped out for dance parties and... Read More

At most times I understand the world and then I'll wake up to a brand new day and see things differently. Everyone has their point of view and it can confuse my little world.

After a great night's sleep (which hasn't happened a lot this summer), I awoke with the same sense of adventure I used to have pretty much everyday as a kid enjoying the freedoms of the summer months. Back then I would sit down to a prepared breakfast, watch some television, take a bath (mostly to please my Mother), and don my shorts or bathing suit. I made sure I had a few bucks or change on me, my house key, and... Read More

By SZU

The secrets that I hold inside

Are never to be shared,

The fate that I carry

is forever to be scared,

I have no friends

To hold no hands,

I have no one,

To walk me to the end,

This life is not a foe

neither is it a friend,

mistakes that my luck made

Never can I mend,

Forget that I am human...

Ever, Can I?,

If I fall for it

I'll be a part of this lie,

And Lie is not

what I have learnt to say,

So I'll remember I am alive

For as long as I may,

Alone will I... Read More

The monster is steaming, three empty bottles by his chair, his eyes are weak, he had too much to drink. He points to the kitchen, his fat finger in the air. As I walk in, dishes are broken everywhere. I look at him from the counter he just changes the channel faster and faster. I get out the broom and begin to clean the room. “What’s taking so long? I want my food. Hurry up little girl, or I’ll lose my patience real soon.” As if he didn’t lose it already. I stop cleaning; place the broom against the wall, leaning it so it won’t fall. I turn on the stove; the gas creates a flame, at first it... Read More

Every morning the sunrays through my bedside window try to wake me up. My eyelids still folded and my heart yearning for bliss in the early hours of morning keep me tossing and turning. The moment of awe strikes when my guru jumps on the bed, rubs his tiny nose with mine and says mommy kiss. His first gentle kiss is my journey to a blessed day beginning with purity of thoughts, enshrined feelings and a mind empty of yesterday. My day starts with brushing my guru’s pearly whites. This is when he gives me a dazzling gaze. His look often astonishes me and I end up losing my concentration from... Read More

As the final bell rings I fly out the door not sure what I’m rushing for. There isn’t anywhere really to go, nowhere to run, I don’t have a place to hide. I walk by the lake letting my feet get wet. Not letting myself get upset. Not letting myself cry, not letting myself try. I hate having to lie, hate having no one by my side. I know many guys try but they aren’t real they just want someone to feel. I have no real friends, they just pretend. Being in my light will make them also shine bright. What they don’t know is my light burned out, all I can do now is sit and figure out. I just want... Read More

By SZU

Once upon a time, my mind was a natural recipient to fresh and instant ideas. And words complemented those thoughts well. Now the mind has changed, the ideas have perished and the words have withered away. Why? The reason is yet to be discovered. The motive; yet to be unearthed. And the disease, still to be diagnosed.But as I sit repenting on the decline of my creative state; there's a voice (from deep within) that's shouting at me. I can see it. Can't hear it. That voice is mine-I know; but how to reach it? I don't. It can help me- I know; but how to follow it? I don't.In my quest of finding... Read More

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Musings Of A Poet

Agree Barb, throwing the baby out with the bath water 'aint the answer. Take care. :>)

Musings Of A Poet

I know Rigina, when it takes a week for legite comments to appear it is upsetting, and it is killing the site slowly. Surely there must be a better way to address the spammers and floggers. Also taking away ratings if you do not post in a period of...

Musings Of A Poet

ed i was one of the original complainers about people using this site to flog their stuff. Now legite comments don't show?


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