Quinque

memories are burdens,

which weighs down your mind,

it won’t allow you to move forward until you leave some behind.

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tres.

Irony is when they tear a part of you,

little by little,

each and every day,

and then they have the audacity to call you incomplete.

You left me

I think that this is an almost beautifully painful heartbreak and it’s like someone ripped the words out of my mouth and breathed it new life.

this is so ethereally written. #Iamshook.

Love,
Tahli. ❤

Still falling

During the day, I kept my nose down and dug in hard for my studies, but at night, right before I’d slip from the edge and fall into sleep, I’d allow myself to wonder and marvel in thoughts of vorfreude. And when I began to overwhelm, it was you, you who came wandering around in my head. I chose to induratize myself, but looking at you it was as if all my nonexistent wishes came true. You made me happy, you made me feel good about myself. Then why did you have to leave? I turned on the lights, the television, and the radio and still I can’t escape the ghost of you. They say bad things happen for a reason, but no wise words are going to stop the bleeding. You had me at a point where I would have left the entire world behind just for you. You…

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Sm;)e

everybody wants happiness,

nobody wants pain.

but you can’t have a rainbow,

without a little bit of rain.


 

I know for a fact that when people saw the title on this blog post, you all were like okay; finally, a fairly light topic that she’s writing about…

Oh, well I can’t say I’m all rainbows and sunshine.

I just wanted to write about people’s assumptions on happiness. I wanted to talk about how some people just deduce out of one small smile that you crack, once in a blue moon, that you are happy, and that nothing’s weighing on your mind.

But contrarily, when you are quiet and really have nothing you want to say, you are immediately assumed to be unhappy.


 

“just peachy”

she muttered.

 

but even a blind man could tell

she wasn’t “just peachy”.

 

maybe she was tired

they thought 

and let the matter go.

 

but you could tell 

it was not just

the lack of sleep,

 

but more

the destitution 

of hope

dreams

and euphoria

 

that made her 

act the way 

she did.

 


 

 

i get jealous of such stupid things when it comes to you.

i’m jealous of the pale, white moon,

who gets to be the one to see you sleep,

all night long.

 

i’m jealous of the morning sun,

who gets to be the one,

to first see you awake.

 

i’m jealous of the coffee cup, 

who gets to be the first one, 

to kiss your sleepy lips apart.  

 

and i’m jealous of your pillows,

who gets to be hugged, 

against your body,

all the damn time.


yes. i’m jealous.

why?

because she’s beautiful,

and well, i’m just,

plain old me.


i hope someone in this whole, wide, vast world of a seven billion odd people will truly feel like this about me… then I can stop asking people this question all the time.

*smiles a wistful smile.*

hey, a girl can dream.

~ Tahlia<3

mirror,mirror.

mirror, mirror on my wall,

I just want to be pretty, thin and tall.

 

mirror, mirror on my wall,

if I change my hair,

maybe someone will start to care?

 

mirror, mirror on my wall,

if I starve myself,

at least i’ll be beautiful,

fuck my health.

 

mirror, mirror, on my wall,

if I slash my wrist,

will it start to make me, 

feel like I exist?

 

mirror, mirror on my wall,

don’t you see,

what you unveil,

 

 

 

its devastating me.


this poem is all about insecurity.

every girl no matter how strong, no matter how beautiful, no matter how rude she seems, she craves for someone to tell her that she’s worth fighting for. . . that she means everything in the world to them.

Whether it’s a friend, a husband, a wife, a girlfriend, boyfriend or a best friend . . . those words are what every girl in this whole damned universe ever yearns to hear.


i’m especially proud of this one.

see, there not many things that I write that I’m proud of.

this happens to be one of them. because even if one person reads this. they know what they have to say tonight when they go back home to that one special woman in their life to erase all doubts and insecurity from their minds.

~ Tahlia ❤