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Bored... Looking for an inspiration To write once more. I just don't feel like writing that particular article. My mind drifts, and suddenly Hours have passed, I'm still bored.
There's this empty feeling that I can't shake off. I feel like I am drifting in the rapids filled with skeletons. It carressed its muddy blood on me. Torned flesh clung to my naked body As I swam across the length of the Amazon Searching for my dear salvation. Dead bodies surround me. I swam till I have strength, no more. The dead looked into my eyes, They haunt me, everywhere I go. It warned, "Ariel, yours isn't the only voice, Wakeup from your hallucination." So I begged to be released and struggled. But help... it never arrived. I drowned in the sea of blood. Then I woke up to the oozing stench of the reality - My-still-being-alive. I can only remember that I slept On the wrong side of the bed Now fully awake, I clutched the sheets To ...
Was it the trojan version of lust or love When suddenly, you grabbed my face With mad excitement excitement in your eyes While we are teasing each other tonight? You must have thought it was mere play, That your touch won't hurt me If you graze me, or squeeze me tight. You seem to forget that I am a woman, Albeit not fragile, Handle me with care like a porcelain doll And leave no marks. People say that "Pain is inevetable, but suffering is not", I promise, I will never let you hurt me In the guise of rough play in the future, my love.
Yes, yes, yes. A grown man, is what he is - Capable in all aspects. Determined. Free. Fit to do whatever he likes Whenever he pleases. Yet here I was, Hovering around him As if he was a child, As if he was incapacitated When clearly, he is not. That's what he feels. Why should I dictate What he should and shouldn't do? Clearly, I have no right. Since we are both alike To some degree, I admit, I don't like the way I treat him For I am also free-spirited, independent. So instead of smothering him With unwanted attention, I should just focus on me - Which meant reverting To all my hobbies that make up My individuality. Bottomline: "We can agree not to agree, I shouldn't force my opinion on you - Do the same for me too. Could you?"
Dear Lover, Don't try to lose me Because you might just succeed And you'll end up with great regret. Don't ever let your eye wander, You said you are different; That you weren't a philanderer. Don't ever compare me with another, "I am beyond compare". My specs are high, No mediocre woman can ever acquire, Even if they climbed sky-high. So treat me well Or else I'll just wake up From this beautiful nightmare With you being left in a deep slumber. So take care, my dear lover And always remember... Don't ever try to lose me.
Today I was randomly skimming through youtube for a piano playlist to tread through this lonely afternoon, when by chance, I discovered a beautiful melancholic tune. It resonated inside me, like the voice is beckoning me...saying "I feel you, hear my sad tunes." I was blown away by its haunting beauty and enchanting lonesome melodies. So I listened and drowned out the vacancy inside me. I let myself into a trance. In my mind's eye, I was dancing along the symphony, no longer caring of the pain inside me. Today was the day I discovered Nights Amore.