"It's ok to be vulnerable.

It's ok to be Flawed.

It's ok to be hurt.

It's ok to live.

But never stop loving."

Q.Gibson

As Advised by Our First Lady

"Be focus in life and get what you feel you deserve. You deserve to have a fulfilling career and if you cannot match that with a man who deserves you, then you shouldn't try to, it will come."

Monica Geingos

Newspaper Report

Uricke

She was just a girl.
A flower picked to soon.
Never allowed to blossom, never allowed to fully bloom.
Picked before her time, a flower so delicate, so pure.
Stolen from our meadow, starved of the love needed.
No more will we see her petals of absolute beauty that only her heart could hold.

*02/03/1994

+25/11/2013

Choice and Chance

"No one falls in love by choice, it's by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it's by working at it and no one falls out of love by chance, it's by choice."

Like I do

"I wish you loved you like I do... You must understand my adoration... For your essence is to be ingested in all forms the human can feel... You are life, imperfect, but invaluable. A billow of emotions and beauty bottled and served in the physical. You are love. I wish you loved you like I do."

(dae.d.lee)

Someone

I need someone who loves the things I love most about myself - my heart. I need someone who gets it. Gets that it is kind, it cares, it  worries, it loves deeply and it will forever remain hopeful, and doesn't take it as a weakness. Someone who doesn't want me to change but who uplifts me. Someone who realizes I do things for them because I love them and I want to. Someone who despite knowing all of this, wont one day take it for granted. Someone who appreciates me.

So while I wait for that someone, I'll learn to become my own true love, best friend and biggest fan first.

The place that once was but is no longer

Still alive but barely breathing.

Wide awake while others have no trouble sleeping.

Crying my eyes out for days upon days,

still trying to make sense of what little remains.

Did I see them, did I not?

All I know is that, I heard every shot!

Whether at night, during the day or my deepest thoughts, running away.

My heart races, tummy constrains as panic commences

at the mere thought of flashing lights and thundering beams.

On my knees, I pray to Thy,

a God, I doubtfully believe in.

Questioning, whether this was real or just an ordeal?

All chocked up, wondering, if this was meant to be, 

because all my pleas he did not see.

Such a heavy barden placed upon me.
As the house I once called home,
the four walls that I took refuge in,
the purple curtained windows that once shune in light,
the place that once was but is no longer.

Now, just a place
brutally barged upon
left dented,
stained by death,
Stamped upon by grieving nomates
and violated by protesters.

Home
Now just a place,
I would rather not be...
As she moved on, while I'm still griefing, as no pleading words could stop her bleeding.