We could die, anytime

At any given moment, we could die.

There could be an accident, a crash, the whole word could explode.

The worst part would not be dying

it would be

dying with the regret and saying

“I wish I did that…”

Live your life to the fullest!

Purpose of Poetry

Poetry is putting a diaphanous veil over something unappealing, speaking regarding it just subdued enough to put into oblivion how abraded and festering and suppurate the wound is.

It’s a language of emphasizing inspiration, subjectivity – of Romanticism and painless augury, full of fanatical sentimentalism and compelling twists of the tongue.

Metaphors are hazardous travesty, using a sort of transfiguration to turn wordless sentiment into imaginable circumstances.

The way the anguish rios through yoyr body and flusters your every bones compelling you to envision misery as it pull you down to great depths and choking breaths.

The truth is, poetry is a deceiver, a fibber, an equivocator. Never fall for its exquisitely crafted stanzas causing slips into the dense fog of nostalgia.

Bye 2017, Hello 2018

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I haven’t posted anything lately because I have been so busy.

Thank you 2017 for the ups and the downs. Thank you for making me feel best and worst at the same time.

I am the kind of person who doesn’t ask for too much but hey, God is good for giving me just the right amouny of everything.

Thank you for making me realize that I am starting to live my life…. again

2018,

bring it on.

December 31, 2015

before this day/year end, I want to congratulate myself for coming this far. Things might get a little bit hard and struggles might come like a hurricane, just always remember that God got your back.

love, J

May your 2016 be filled with magic and dreams and good madness! We have an extra day. Let that extra day be filled with fun!

 

Live life !