Wednesday, 29 March 2017

When 'to give up'  is the only choice you have, dont hesitate to turn yourself away.
The chance you are going to be given up is not the only one. I know when certain people say, "opportunity doesnt come twice" means something and I have proven that.

I know I speak for myself when I said that. And when I say, "I will turn myself away from this unpleasant obstacle in front of my eyes because it keeps me awake day and night to wonder will I ever successfully get through it or not." And no, I dont teach myself to give up so easily. I solely justify it as, 'not worth my time, energy and money'

So, in this moment I'd like to let myself believe that I am not going to waste my time wondering stupid things that might happen or not. Even though I regret all those seconds I have spent obsessing about uncertain things, I will always keep that in mind that those wasted times have taught me a valuable lesson, which is: dont waste your time.

Well, I am about to turn myself away from uncertainty that keeps haunting me day and night. I am about to. I know I will. I am sure I can. Yes. For sure I will accomplish it. It is just the matter of time.

And Karina never fails to make herself happy in her own way, in this case: to turn herself away from the torturing uncertainties. She deserves to be free and to go with wherever the wind blows.

Monday, 27 March 2017

I Am An Animal, and You Are My Cage

I am just an animal of my own lust.

I fill the emptiness with the sacred water that hurts my knees
I wash my feet with my wasted blood
I tear my vision for an empty bottle
I mock myself with my own dignity
It's true, I am an animal

You talk to me like it is all sins I have to seize
You talk to me like I am not gonna drown in this flood
You talk to me like it is all gonna make me more subtle
You talk to me like I am gonna find our infinity
It's you, you make me an animal

I am rampaging as my tummy gets hurt by your blunt words
I worship your kindness as my kind of gratitude to be yours
I may just be a mop to clean the dirt in your kitchen
And you, baby, you are my everything in the poem I have written