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Shattered

25 Jul

A piece of broken glass
That is all that’s left
As my body shattered into a million pieces
While my soul bled out
Weary and weakened

By the lies
By the egos
By the broken trust
By the burning sorrow

Where do I go now
What do I do now
These chains seem to cling on
They seem to know where I am 
And tag along

Loneliness
It feels so loud
No longer limited to 
Being a background sound

I’m tired. Of giving my heart and my trust out only for it to be thrown in my face. When a sorry is all it takes, sealed by a sad embrace. Tired of these lies.
ANGRY at the way it is.

Grateful for the Angels that God surrounds me with. 

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Much Love from my shattered heart,
V

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Easy

24 Jul

How easily we tear apart

Those who seek to fill our hearts.

We murder their mind

With endless games

And paint the walls with their pain.

 

Their silent cries

Cause no refrain, only disdain,

As we reel from the ‘high’ of the kill

In our spoilt little brains.

 

How easily

We take them for granted

Build expectations then scream even louder

How easily we forget

That assumptions are the root of regret.

 

Hi there! Just wanted to say a little thank you for sticking with my blog and reading my writing. I appreciate you. ❤

Much Love,
V

“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

Focus

17 Jun

Dear reader,

Sorry I’ve been away for so long. I’ve been dealing with life internally and externally. But I’m back and it feels good.

Often times when I feel overwhelmed by life and its many splendid & not so splendid things, I tend to need to remind myself to breathe.

So to those of you out there who are a little like me, this one’s for you.

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Focus.

On your lungs, On the air,

Do not get swallowed by despair.

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Focus.

You got this. You’ll make it through.

Each day is a beginning, so start anew.

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Focus.

Your mind, body and soul,

It is you and no one else in control.

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Focus.

One step, Two steps,

Just keep on walking,

It’s in yourself, that you need to keep trusting.

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Much Love,

O.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.

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