Even during our darkest moments and in our deepest thoughts, we all prefer to stay with those who make our happiness certain, those who love and care for us. One loses the ability to be rational just for a moment, and then a moment of realization.
One moment.
All those thoughts come spiraling out. Realistic thoughts fight fantasy and your inner black dragon emerges.
His love is all-consuming. Despite being miles away, he will always mean the world to me. I am certain her does not know this. One does not know the worth of a person until he is surrounded by a group of people who bring him nothing but misery. He became the cure to my sorrow and despair. I feel him in my bones, through my veins and in my blood. I wish i had not loved him, for i have become deranged. This passion, this fire was once innocent, harmless and oblivious. His ignorance has crippled me, my curiosity will destroy me and our love will remain unrequited. It shall remain unrequited and I shall remain selfless… and with that, i shall remain hurt in silence.
-R
What do you think about the suppression of feelings?
I once told myself, ”These people are wrong. It’s just wrong. How can you suppress your feelings? How can you be desensitized to everything around you? I just cannot comprehend how some people are so immune to all the negative things occurring around them.”
It is now. Now that I understand why. Now that I understand how someone could possibly feel so numb and empty. The feeling of nothingness…
You just close off. And that is it.
And when you close off, you do not just successfully eradicate the negative feelings but the positive feelings along with them too.
Everything disappears all at once.
-R
I come from the smell of olives. I come from flight P1948, from the bright dawn light of arrival. I come from trees, warmth, war; I come from fights and bombs, from love and sorrow. I come from a small village; from broad spacious streets where vine leaves wrap around the branches that climb the walls of houses; from beautiful markets with stalls selling grapes and melons and strawberries. I come from the Dome of the Rock, Jerusalem, Al-Aqsa Mosque. I come from May the 14th. I come from the little cracks in the corners of the streets and from the houses with bullet holes in the walls. I come from the glazing heat, from the prayer to God to create some sort of peace. I come from the ‘I’ve lost my son’, and from the tears that roll down wrinkled cheeks. From bodies draped in bleached white linen. I come fromthe land that isn’t present anymore, from the thick accent of the Middle East. I come from sadness and kindness, from hope and grief. I come from oppression and I come from silence. I come from the people of Palestine. I come from the voiceless and the mute. I come from the key to the truth; from civil rights and the unstable; from the lost and taken. I come from the heart of inequality.
-R
We’re beyond proud that incredibly talented photographers around the world choose to showcase their photos on WordPress.com.
Pack your virtual bags and join us on a turbo trip from Bangkok to Brisbane and from Kolkata to Los Angeles (with a few stops in between) as we explore the wonders of the street photography tag on WordPress.com. Be sure to fasten your seatbelt and review the in-flight safety features of our turbocraft before we taxi for takeoff.
First stop, a market seller in Bangkok, Thailand, courtesy of Majawi Images.
BANGKOK, THAILAND: Market Seller 1, Bangkok from Majawi Images
Next up, Los Angeles, California, and Donald Barnat‘s photo of insouciant street youth, entitled, “Forever 21.”
LOS ANGELES, USA: Forever 21 by Donald Barnat
Over in New York City is “Out of the Shadows” by Shawn Escoffery.
NEW YORK CITY: Out of the Shadows by Shawn…
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What if joy and pain were different shades of the same, beautiful color—not sworn foes growling and frothing from opposite corners?
What if they completed each other? What if they were in love?
I just read Life of the Beloved: Spiritual Living in a Secular World, by Henri J.M. Nouwen, and he got me thinking about joy and pain.
When you come in from the snow and run your hands under cold water, your hands, they bite and burn just the same way as when you plunge them into a scalding bath.
Hold that thought. Let’s focus on the darkness for a moment.
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K-Pants spent the night at my sister Hillary’s a while back. Hill woke up to see him standing right next to her bed, staring at her. “I’m afraid of the darkness,” he said.
Tell me about it.
I haven’t had a diagnosis of depression. But…
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In the start of September 2014, I began studying for my A-levels at Sixth form. Many of my friends know I love writing and many encourage me to do so. Towards the end of September, the English Department at my school opened a writing workshop through a company called ‘First Story’ at our school.
To enter, you had to write a piece including the phrase ”Take it, here it is” or something like that, I’ve forgotten. So I decided to write something, wrote it, about to hand it in and like a fool backed out last minute. Deadline was approaching and my friends persuaded me to hand it in. The next day, I was pleased to hear that I was accepted…!
Nearly 8 months have gone by and were in the process of publishing a book consisting of 22 students writing and mine.
Our book launch date: 4th July 2014
I also won 100 word story competition where my writing will be posted on a postcard and once all of this stuff is published I will share my writing with you guys 🙂
At the First Story open day workshop, at Oxford University I met Anthony Anaxagorou (poet and writer from North London) who I loved!
I bought his book, which I recommend to anyone who likes poetry..
Thanks for reading!
love this.
She said she wished
she’d done the same
in Bangkok
where they’ve lived
for years.
This path,
my favourite part of Yokohama,
is my walk to school
and home.
I know the afternoon light
on this path
at 4:37
and 5:03
and 6:12.
I’m acquainted with
all its disparate goldens,
have memorized the lengths
of shadows cast
by trees
and tombstones.
I wear this path
on the inside.
In Autumn
we decided to stay
in Japan
another year
and then for more…
for as many as we can.
A declaration
of place-love
as fierce
as we’ve felt.
Unexpectedly
my relationship
with this path
began to shift.
For thirty months
this path
has been inhabited
by changing seasons
of fairy-people
and magic.
On…
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flames of sentiment 