by: bushfirelady

I envy those who write
consistently

I envy those who rot
the fresh start
And spoil every moment
of a created passion

I envy those who stand
firm as a fortitude

All I can do is envy
Because I keep on
Loosing track
Loosing my sight
Too much brilliance
Yet no spark in the end

i glimpse the stars inspite of the storm
i feel the wisp of the wind inspite of the heat
i breathe the sweet scent of flowers even after the fire
i savor success even during tribulations

scenarios have been playing in my head
and it keeps on getting an encore
i want it to cease and yet i'm animated about it
i don't make sense and yet i fully understand
an irony of life in its true essence

inspite of the toxicity of the world...

blossoming lemonzest

By: Unspoken Ink

Graceful and undetected
You came into my dreams
Innocent and speechless
I embrace without fear

This meaningless journey
Broken pieces of my breathe
Yellow road of my understading
Upside down and beneath

Of passion and desire
Extremities of imagination
Of youthful brilliance
Restless above intuition

Yet when you touched me
Even without here
I have met solace
Unskipping my heartbeat
In you presence
In my invisibility

Marriage, like any relationship I know, can either bring out paramount qualities in you, or turn you into a tension-driven spouse. In my experience, several months of marriage propelled Ms. Maturity into my once chaotic system, for I have learned something vital to life…the virtue of saving money. Yes my dear pips, I am now officially on a journey to building my millions.

I have to admit that during my bachelorette days, I was a spending-spree maniac. I was so addicted to shopping that a chunk of my meager salary would be spent in the mall! Though, my mom tried her best to rehabilitate a fashion-addict-daughter by assigning some responsibilities to me, sorry to say, it failed miserably.

So how can marriage turn a once lets-go-shopping junkie like me into a responsible i-have-to check-my budget kind of woman?

by: Karen

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.

You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.

You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.

They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.

Occasionally, I get the whim for a modish night where I get to eat my major munch with wine. Unfortunately, almost all kinds of wine in the market doesn't appeal to my taste, until I tasted this one...the dessert wine.

These wines are generally saccharine in taste and being a sweet tooth myself, this is perfect for me. This characteristic is mainly the reason why they are categorized as desserts. They usually come in smaller bottles because of their potent sweetness. In general, this type of wine is thicker, richer, and sweeter than most table wines.

Remember, white dessert wines are generally served chilled. Red dessert wines, on the other hand, are served at room temperature or lightly chilled. It is best to use the heavier taste for the wimter and lighter taste for the summer.

a love letter written to my beloved half last 2004

Two winter season ago...our love started with so much hope, so many dreams. It was a fairy tale that took us both by surprise...a coming together of two crazy people..who not only wanted to taste life but experience it together...it has blossomed into a love that is true.. Mahal, i knew with a certainty that vibrated in my very essence, that my heart and soul belonged to you. My destiny belongs in your arms...

Our memories are bittersweet...our life etched with so much joy as well as pain. But darling, in my heart I know the joy will always outweigh the pain. I want to embrace the joy and hold it close to my heart where it can live forever...where it will continue to feed the flame of love glowing in my heart...I want to remember the pain as a lesson, a lesson of how much we almost lost... A lesson of life to be lived with a memory of how not to be... You and I have once more opened the door of conversation...opened our hearts to love again... I want to know the man you truly are...The man who owns my heart... in this journey, I ask you to walk with me but bear in heart and mind that there will be times of joy and times that are rough. Even if I want to I cannot yet offer you perfection. I offer you me, a woman who has her own set weaknesses...but has been brave enough to face each one as she walks the path towards actualization. In my heart, I know that as long as we can share the world, and I can show you the true me...I am strong...

The heartbreak of losing someone often brings with it a bitterness that can turn life's sweetest moments inside out... inspite of the several billions of people on the planet, we feel a certain level of loneliness...of emptiness that seems to consume one's very being...Love no longer seems like a trusted friend, but an untrustworthy opponent. Instead of spring, one thinks of autumn and winter...of leaves falling..of cold breeze enveloping one's soul...

But my personal experience has convinced me that we shouldn't be fooled. Love's strength flows in all directions. Love has always been fair...A rainbow will color your once-stormy-life...It is true that love provides the opportunity for hurt, but more importantly, i believe that it also has the power to heal. As i have once told you...inspite of the death...i experienced re-birth! In other words, the love that broke my heart is also the magic ingredient for making my heart whole again.

blinding storm of yesterday
tormented soul languishing in the abyss
winter winds numbing my central core
consuming tiredness of lang syne
perpetual melancholia reflected in the eyes

airborne knight covered in white
slashed his sword, tore The Eye
stood the grounds of trembling roar
carried my soull, utopia defined
felicity cleansed the corpus of my essence
breathing fire back into my life