Learning how to look up instead of always looking down

20s , finding yourself , happiness , life , love , love yourself , off the grid , self help , social media

Renee D'Angelo's avatarFree your Mind and Spirit

It’s true when they say, you can’t love anyone else until you truly love yourself. You’re probably reading this saying, “isn’t this the girl who had previously wrote a blog about self love?” Yes, I am. The thing is I truly thought I loved myself. Sure, I had went through a lot of life lessons that made me rise above and learn to take care of myself but I didn’t try to love myself for the right reasons. I made myself believe I loved myself so other people would think I did to.

It’s 2019. Social media rules the world. Even our parents AND grandparents have a Facebook. Being a millennial (I’m not saying anything bad about millennials, millennial activists) I grew up in the age of MySpace. Since middle school, I had learned how cyberspace can literally define friendships, life events, relationship status, etc. Its…

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Fucking Revenge Thought

Depression, Hope, Love, Pray, Stranger, Thought

fachrizalia's avatarDancing Brain

I just saw you from a distance, actually not seeing, we are connected only through media chat for the last time. All the agony that I poured out at that time really backfired that killed me right now. Impingement of resentment from 3 years waiting without contact really made me like a C4 bomb. You are my light, I swear.

Remember the first time we met after 3 years broken up? You’re still the same, still sick (in good sense). You are my escape, from a insoluble labyrinth of  thoughts, from a never-resolved array of puzzles, from a body without a heart. And you never really understood that feeling even though I explained it as clearly as the moon at night.

Some of me think it’s the part of you that I love the most, and some of the things I hate the most. Yes, because I really don’t…

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Grin and Bare It

Poem pun bear / bare, life, mortality

Underneath The Fro's avatarUnderneath the Fro

I can’t be free

No use to try and save

I’m chained to the life

Of grin and bare it

Upward cheek imprints

On the other side of ignorant

My legs raw bone

Weak and stagnant

My better half be over lo!

My feet become cemented

I aimed to be

The human anomaly

The black sheep

Of wiser men

But my larynx vocal folds repeat

Tape recorder conversations

I hate to see

My staggered dreams

Be exactly that

And stay that way

Until I kiss the bottom of

Limestone gravel

Sand and concrete

Blue blood obsolete

Not too discrete

But still hid it all

Like money in a mattress

Five hundred

Come up

Worthless

Shallow river bottom reverie

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