Tag Archives: humans

“Real”

5 Jul

I think I finally have begun to grasp the idea of ‘being real’ in acting. It actually applies a lot to life as well. Too often are we caught up in the ideals and ideas of what we think is right and how things should be in comparison to what they are and what they can be.

This more often than not leaves us disappointed and unfulfilled.

We build up expectations about things and then get disappointed when they don’t live up to what we have in mind.

We fall in love with ideals and ideas instead of what’s there in reality because things always seem better in one’s head.

The truth is that we are all walking imperfections, but that is what makes us beautiful. The internal conflicts, the external flaws, the hidden scars, the unwritten stories…all that, and so much more.

We are walking conundrums of humanity
at its finest and foulest at the same time.

Be in the ‘now’.

Be ‘real’.

It isn’t easy to address such madness and beauty.

It is scary. It is painful. It is mercilessly human.

Emotions in their basic form are so incredibly raw and messy.
Perspective vs Purpose.

To delve into the mind of someone else is an art that can drive one to the edge and back. It is a remarkable journey to the edge of madness that not everyone is able, nor willing to make.

That crush? That character? That argument? We create stories in our head, piecing together fragments that we hungrily grasp for after over analysing each and every thing that happened. We then begin to do something that can only cause nothing but trouble; we assume.

We look past logic, we look past reason, we look past that nagging feeling of doubt and decide our assumptions are the truth. Because let’s face it, fantasy more often than not trumps reality. Though if you look hard enough, ‘being real’ is still needed in the world of fantasy.

It keeps us grounded and allows us to see what actually works instead of what we feel or think should work and is working. A simple concept with complex undertones. So many layers as to what is and what isn’t, what can be and what can’t as well as what is logical and isn’t.

Being ‘Real’. Go figure.

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Am I making sense? What do you think? I’d love to know in the comments below. =)
See you in the next post.

Much Love,
V

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Plagued

6 Feb

I hear the noises,

The grunts, growls,

The mumbles that pierce the thick silence of night.

 

I see her wrapped tightly in her blanket,

Body curved into a fetal position,

Hiding, protecting herself from the nightmares 

that plagued her dreams.

 

There are bouts of silence,

Little moments of rest before once again,

she fights the demons in her head.

Demons that haunt from the past, reminding, recreating.

 

I wish I could gather the darkness and pulverize it.

I wish I could pick up fistfuls of

those damn nightmares and throw them away.

 

I wish I could summon a breeze to

blow them away into the night sky,

Never to be seen again.

 

I wish I could heal her pain,

So she could sleep in peace, her mind sane.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V.

Conundrum #2

5 Feb

It’s like the ex you keep returning to,

Knowing it’ll only hurt you,

Yet round and round the cycle goes,

Keeping you dancing on frostbitten toes.

Why you choose to forget,

And believe that people’s attitudes can be reset,

Why you choose to remember the good,

And cause yourself pain wishing you understood,

Only God knows.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V.

Scratches

1 Feb

It comes, It haunts,

It teases, It taunts,

It boils to the top,

It raises me up,

My hands stop short,

My body screams “stop”.

I need to scratch,

I need to feel pain,

No I’m not numb,

I’m just going insane,

The relief lasts only for a fragment of a second,

The pain is just a small distraction,

Of thoughts running wild with no direction.

Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V

Names

29 Jan

An illusion.

Is that who I am?

A child who simply plays pretend?

They say we live up to our names.

Gosh, Darn, it’s driving me insane.

 

I am a picture of beauty, my blemishes and scars covered in a flurry.

I am a picture of youth, my wrinkly truth hidden unseen.

I am a melting pot of talent,

My insecurity covered thickly in words apparent.

 

Illusion. I am me.

I am not what you see,

I am not one, but free.

 

I am bound by fear,

I am freed by truth,

If only I see inside,

If only I seize my youth.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,
– V

Why?

28 Jan

Why? – She asked herself,

As she scrolled through the endless streams of pictures,

People laughing, hugging, singing praises,

Decked out in gold, heels, red lipstick and laces.

 

Why do I hurt myself?

Why should it matter to me what their life is like?

Why should it matter if it’s real or just a disguise?

Are people truly that happy?

 

So what if I don’t live my life in glitz or glam?

Is it better that I pretend?

Why? Why torture myself with images of dreams?

Seemingly unattainable futures that gleam.

 

A crown of hailing glory?

Or truth with a sad story?

I wish I could turn off the thoughts in my head.

I should really be sleeping, it’s really that late.

 

I wish I could. I wish. I wish.

I tell myself grabbing cookies and a dish.

I am happy for them.

I am happy but sad.

I am a circle going haywire.

Why? Why wasn’t I prepared?

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Thanks for reading,
Love,
– V

Speak

27 Jan

Tell me.

Whisper beautiful words in my ear.

Tell me stories of joy and laughter,

Where lies are hidden in truth, encased in desire.

Once more,

Spin golden tales of love so true.

Speak again.

This time, I may believe you.

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Thanks for reading,
Much Love,

– V