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thanks.. 🙂
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By the way,what you think of my flash fiction? Would like to hear from you!
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WOW! Isn’t it amazing to talk to yourself.. its just so so wonderfully done. Great Work! I loved it 🙂
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yes, it is…and thinking about those old times make me feel so happy.
thanks.. 🙂
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Great poem! Makes me wish I could say those to the fourteen year old me.. :’)
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thanks.. write one for yourself..i know its going to be great. everyone has a different story. 🙂
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true dat! maybe I will 🙂
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Very cute 🙂 reminds me of the 14 year old me.
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that was the purpose of the poem… to make people think about the time they were fourteen,,so stupid we were back then, stupid and innocent.. 🙂
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very true 😀 i think i had my first girlfriend when i was that age 😛 good ol days.
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haha.. that’s cute.. i was a little dumb, i actually didn’t know what a girlfriend and boyfriend means. everyone around me secretly liked someone. those were the cutest days in life.
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indeed 🙂 whats ironic is as kids we yearn to be older but as adults we miss being kids. funny how that works.
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that’s human nature.. we always want the things we can never have.
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Quiet innovative piece of writing. Loved the idea of writing to the YOU that YOU were…
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well that was one of the topics in the daily prompt. i liked it and came out with this poem. loved writing it. thanks. 🙂
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Wow.. Hard-hitting, and as many of us are forced to acknowledge, so true.
Especially “Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,
And bold enough to lie”.
No one ever told us about the strength, the struggle it is to lie. They always pretend it’s only truth that takes courage. I still struggle with it- I know. I have lived my life honestly- and seen the pain it inflicts on myself and everyone around me. I expected respect- that is where honesty stems. But where there is no respect- what use is honesty? And now I’m stuck in some crazy mental whirlpool that realizes that honesty isn’t always the best policy, but cannot escape the trait that has become a part of my character.
Very well written, Mona.
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sometimes its better to lie for some things and yes, its truly difficult to lie for some people. I was like that when i was a teenager, i lie now, whenever i think its okay for me to lie. sometimes that is the only option. when i look back i wish i had the power to lie then, my life would have been very different.
glad you liked it.. thanks. 🙂
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“Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,
And bold enough to lie”
Superbly written 🙂
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thank you.. 🙂
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very impressive; this one really stood out: ” Make yourself strong enough to face some harsh truths,
And bold enough to lie” 🙂
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thank you.. most of the people here liked those lines. 🙂
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I have to know: Did the lemon tree grow and the butterfly come? I love this, it is wonderful, as all your work is! Also, don’t believe the dumb world, we are never to old to play in the snow or dance in the rain…those are two of very few things that make life worth living! And I agree with your thoughts on lying (including the ones in the comments)…you always get told not to lie, but it really is a skill that people should learn to use well (albeit carefully)…
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Oh, and I have to sneak this in: I will let you know when I post any tutorials on my blog…
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yes, it did grow and i heard it gave fruits too..but i wasn’t there, i had left that town in a few months.. and the butterfly, it never came out. i was just a stupid kid who made a shelter for that cocoon with stone and a bed of petals and leaves…i never saw a butterfly there.:-(
yes, i think lying sometimes is a necessity to survive in this world..but it shouldn’t be something which hurts anyone. i have lied in places where saying the truth would have hurt a lot many people.
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Time and again I wish I could go back to 14-year old myself! I remember that as the best time of my life! Falling for someone for the first time, afraid to speak out, and all! Sound so very innocent!
Revisited those days with your poem! And as we grow up, we are taken for granted that we can bear little more of pain! Don’t be broken by that! 🙂
And definitely your poem is so very innocent and beautiful! 🙂
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it was the best time of my life too.. memories always make us smile, however they are.. thanks.. 🙂
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I simply don’t know what to write except…. WOW!
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thank you.. 🙂
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You are very welcome 🙂
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Very sweet….
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thank you.. 🙂
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