Goals.!

Do you know your goals in Life and where youre headed??? The road definitely seems long and never ending when it comes to reaching our goals…

But isn’t that when reaching your goal is the sweetest … knowing all the hard work you put in… the nay sayers ….setbacks…. that lonnnng road ….all of it pays off.

Always remember to keep ya head up and P.U.S.H.

….I just attempted to be inspirational ….did that even make sense….

Your greatest blessing

Being Muslim is your greatest blessing from Allah. Realize that when you no longer feel guilty over your sins, when you no longer feel inclined to repent, when you are no longer praying or reading the Quran, that you are at risk of being replaced, by Allah, with another soul who will be more grateful for this gift. How’s your Imaan today? Check your heart, check your friends, check your habits, and make the necessary changes.

Realized,,

I need to do things for me. Things that make me happy. I can’t stress that enough! I love and care about A-lot of people, but I should look out for myself too. I mean everyone else looks out for themselves, why shouldn’t I? I’m really starting to get the message, I mean people tell me enough. It has finally sunk in today because I found out a lot of things, some hurtful some real…. the past few days have helped me separate the fakes from the true…I can’t believe it took me this long to see…I regret it. I’ve been brainwashed. Constantly I get told what to do, I am an adult! This is just ridiculous. I am trying to not hate or resent certain people. We have all moved on I should too because I have just been stuck in the past. Oh I wish I could just explain and go on forever about this, I cannot stress it enough. I’ve lost so much and I am afraid to lose more. Things could have been different. I have been lied to, betrayed, made a fool, confused, exhausted oh the list goes on. People probably think I am so dumb for half the shit that happens…. Well NO MORE! I want to live my life be happy have fun no drama have best friends I trust and then snag a man because I am not wrapped up with other things. This isn’t coming out of nowhere I’ve felt this way for awhile….and due to recent events I am finally ready for change myself, I usually hate it but it is for the better right? sorry I am always so vague It’s just to vent and get the general idea out. Tomorrow is a new day to start over right?

Hidden thoughts...

Its funny how we feel soo much but we don’t say a word, We’re screaming inside but we can’t be heard, We’re on this roller coaster of emotions to the highest point, then it suddely drops, it changes direction, but where is this change that was turned too…? -Life changes & so dont people for the good & sadly the bad.

“Heartless”

“Heartless”. That was my computer password, and had been for so long. It’s become a habit, typing it in almost 5 times every day when I go to log in to my computer. But today, as I typed it in, it felt different. I paused for a second and thought to myself, “Heartless…has that become a habit to me?” Not just a habit of typing it, but actually being heartless. Or is that what I wished I was? To be heartless, have no feeling or emotion. Life would be so much easier, no tears or broken hearts. No long nights staying up by yourself crying. But to be heartless, not know what love felt like, love being such a beautiful and magical thing. Is that what I really wanted? A lot of people in our generation claim that they wish to be heartless. But I don’t think that’s the case. I think that maybe, just maybe, they want the opposite. They wish to be loved; and to love someone back. To truly be in love. Not to claim they love eachother but go mess around behind eachother’s backs or to hurt one another over and over again to be “even”. But to be in love with someone, who is equally in love with them and no matter what problems they face, they are facing them together with that loved one by their side to guide them through it. I think that’s what we all genuinely wish for.

Memories

..do you sometimes have the feeling
that you just miss somebody
without knowing who you really miss ? 

Your story.

Reading is my escape; words are my sanctuary; imagination, my gift. Each story I read is another adventure, a new experience, a whole new world. When I read, I feel so alive – unrestricted by the mundane laws of ‘reality’, unimpeded by any lingering sense of normality. I choose to suspend reality and accept the alternatives offered to me – a day, a week, a month, a year; it doesn’t matter, I want it all. Eagerly, we, writers, dabble in the art of construction – we construct these worlds of hopes and dreams and then, as readers, we, in turn, consume them. Worlds, dreams, lives, hopes, love and adventure…
Everybody’s got a story to tell - so… what’s yours?

"When it Happens"

August 5, 2011

I cant do anything.
I feel trapped, hurt, worried, scared.
I can’t breathe—or think straight.
It’s as if I am drowning in a glass of water.
I cannot lift my head up; no motivation.
Just numbness and pain.

Starless...

Darkness bleeds through me
The way the lights
Eat the stars
And the sky turns black
So you can’t see the
Ache in its eyes
And I feel like the moon
On those empty nights
Because nobody can see me

Sometimes, I just don’t know...

Sometimes, I don’t understand myself. One minute, I am all outgoing, fun, and spontaneous and the next minute, I am being all reserved and timid. Personality tests show I am both of an extrovert and an introvert, and I find that totally true. There are just days that I want to be alone, to be away from my friends. I just want to read a book, or write something, or just think. Then there are days that I am being loud and ecstatic. Those were the high days—like I’ve swallowed a handful of sedatives.

Does that make me weird? Does that differentiate me from the rest? Am I alone in this? Sometimes, I just don’t know.

Unfinished.

Meet me halfway again.

Today is the day I’ve decided to accept that we are not working anymore. Sure, our relationship might have grown stronger, but we also know that it is now stronger than we are, and instead of helping us mature, it pushes us to our limits and tends to make us enter a self-destructive jar that insists for us to both combust endlessly until there is nothing left. Even our emotions have reached that certain ‘boiling point’ once, and it stung me one too many times when we’d thrown curses and insults in each other’s way to consume the anger that wasn’t even supposed to be given any ounce of attention.

I want to fix us but i cant.

I want you to meet me halfway again, but its just so hard.

Your Scent Overwhelms Me Now As I Breathe In Your Letters

Everything feels like you if I vanish deeply enough beneath my own consciousness. The moon quietly rested upon the crescents beneath my eyes, the stars balanced as they attach so gently atop my eyelash treetops, and the ocean waves plummeting down the mountains of my cheekbones, an avalanche of the coolest most viridian-shaded sea to the sheets of the universe beneath. I will fall asleep dreaming of you and the world will become ours in a single moment as the sky tangles itself in memories of your brunette beauty, hairs like waterfalls as they overlap and saturate the clouds with the scent of your perfume. The greenest grass will be replaced with the smoothest flesh, your freckled skin like the gardens of heaven, on our astral universe. Yet, I cannot name what will be our sun. You have far too much perfection and beauty and all of you treats me to life. There cannot be one thing that I love the most about you that will paint our world in light. So I will name our great orange star Our Hearts Entwined as the universe is made in a moment. This will be our Genesis - and now, we must rest. Together to the truest repose, the most wonderful sleep, beside each other in our dreams. I miss you so...

People deserve a second chance..

No matter how cliche this statement is, we still deserve a second chance and I would like to note the singularity of the word “chance” there. We couldn’t have too many second chances because people get tired of it. People stop believing. However, we could have a single second chance. Just one last look, one last attempt to make things right and to make things the way they used to be and should be. This is in general, which means that a second chance could be given at any mistake, any mishap. No matter how grave the crime, or the hurt, or the disaster is, a second chance is worth the person. Another thing is, the person should be worthy, should be truly deserving of that second try. He/She should see to it that he/she is eligible for a big thing as a second chance. Life is precious. Time is gold. People should not be given a second chance because they’re going to waste their time and effort for that. No. People change. People change for the better. How can we catch sight of that change if we, ourselves, do not want to give them a chance to? Change is inevitable. Change is constant. A second chance can make you witness that change, and without it, no one will ever understand the perks of having another chance to prove yourself. However, a second chance isn’t readily available in the blink of an eye. It must be justified, must be worked hard for, must be in the deepest and sincerest sense of the word, deserved.