I Bleed Words Sometimes


What is Love?


Six. Love is knowing he cares even though sometimes he fails to tell or show.

Five. Love is knowing his embrace holds the power to heal every wound this world can cause.

Four. Love is knowing he will strive to make me smile. No. Matter. What.

Three. Love is looking into his eyes and seeing the compassion, the tenderness and the yearning.

Two. Love is being able to be me, unapologetically and still knowing he wouldn’t judge, or call out names. He will try to make me the best that I can be.

And one. Love is knowing the good and the bad within me and yet sticking around for 6 years.

PS: You never visit my blog or read my poems, so here’s me getting you to do both. Happy 6 Ady, and thanks for all the joys, sadness, craziness, laughter all these years.

You Deserve It

Veronica Ebert.

When you end up harming

All those you loved,

And somehow leaving

Everything you once had.

To decay.

Because selfishness is a disease.

Spreading through your whole being,

Eating away at your skin

Leaving you with a core, void and lonely.

And you look back

Only to see their faces fading

And you try hard to draw in every last piece of that picture

To keep as memory and to weep it all out

when the time comes.

But you can’t.

Your selfishness has taken away even the memory of a beautiful life you once had.

You deserve it.

Poor World

Sitting at the bar, alone, you begin to wonder even you don’t like to be with yourself.
Poor world.

Failing Completely

Édouard Boubat

She fell in love. From the moment they first argued and she saw herself losing. She lost to no one and yet, here she was falling and failing completely. not knowing what hit her. Love. May be.

The sweet sting of losing yourself to someone, the rope slipping through your fingers and the deep valley below calling out to you like a hungry lover. Hah! she was falling, she was failing completely.

The seemingly everlasting nights, welcoming the sun light like a mother embracing a child after a long day at school. She couldn’t sleep, couldn’t lay awake without having him traverse her thoughts, to and fro. she was falling, my friend, she was failing completely, not knowing what hit her.

Love, that’s what.
 Édouard Boubat

Come, Ruin Me

My Nemesis,

In how many ways can you break my heart?

You surely know more than one.

And how many times can you stomp it sore?

You surely can do more.

How many times can you beat it blue?

Till my heart bleeds dry,

Until I forget you?

Herbert List

Video Games

typewriter poem

A Gift No Joy Can Bring

Brett Walker

Sometimes sadness fills you up and the emptiness vanishes,

You’re friends with the wounding silence,

And tears do not seem like something you shed out of mere hope

That once this ordeal passes by, you’ll be fine.

But tears turn into the despondence of the one who has given up all hope,

And is no longer anxious, no longer worried, hence no longer concerned about the sorrow

Because, sometimes when sadness fills you, you do not feel hollow anymore,

And that’s a beautiful gift even joy can’t give.

Suparn Pandey

Here's me.

The Talking Desk

transcribed by Suezelle

Selcouth Paracosm

Strange, unusual, rare; marvellous world invented by me. Fantasy or not, you decide.

Life as it is

My scribbles


The Desert Diaries by Adrine D'mello

J T Weaver

And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love you make. -- The Beatles


My musings, writings, photography & friendship shared on WordPress.com site


Poetry, story and real life.


Writings from the dark side of life!


Writing from the vein


My modern-day Pensieve. Since Dumbledore took the last one away with him.

Unpretentious are these words!

It's a perception oriented universe, but yours is not taken.


Always find a way to live your dream!

Random Things.

Random Random and Random!

What The Mind Licks

Puns - Intended. Oxymorons - NOT. Morons - Not at all

Dreaming Colors

Reveries of a Reckless Fool


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