In love I’ve been deceived left at the altar and seriously bruised. It hurt so bad and left me breathless. I wept as my heart shattered I wondered how love could have such paradox I mean the “bitter-sweet” paradox. I swore to never love again not even to conceive the thought. Just live and achieveContinue reading “Once broken, twice shy”
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Like mountain and beaches
She’s dressed in righteousness as high as mountains and as wide as beaches not because she is made of righteousness as high as mountains and as wide as beaches but because they want to see righteousness as high as mountains and as wide as beaches so righteousness as high as mountains and as wide asContinue reading “Like mountain and beaches”
Second Haiku: Blessings
Blessings at your door open up, receive and share with friends and neighbors. Have a wonderful Sunday. 🙂
Forgiveness
If you know the meaning of forgiveness you will understand that my heart bleeds from my numerous iniquities and my apologies are sincere and true. If you know the meaning of forgiveness you will understand though I erred, that is no longer important considering the fact that I accept and apologize. If you know the meaning ofContinue reading “Forgiveness”
5 seconds out of time
Was it a gold coated heartbreak I mistook for love on a diamond platter? This funny life of mystery will never unfold its secrets so we can see the choices and its consequences instead of jumping into a ditch and all you’ll hear is “you shoulda been careful” but how can mistakes be avoided whenContinue reading “5 seconds out of time”
Count Your Blessings
On the stairway she sat weeping, wondering, thinking and saying to herself “what is living if the ones we live to share our lives with will be leaving without bothering if their absence will hurt or checking if their presence is vital.” Then I walked up to her saying “The choice of counting our blessingsContinue reading “Count Your Blessings”
Perfectly Imperfect
The perfection of its imperfection was exactly what attracted them but as nights came and days left their eyes begun to open; then they realized they were perfectly building an imperfection that had become perfectly imperfect.
