Posts tagged ‘longing’

October 4, 2012

Braving The Distance

Braving the distance is when you’re married and you’re both far from one another.   The situation is not only emotionally painful but also mentally draining. So what do you do?  When you’re in this particular situation, of course it’s a major life challenge which targets your mental and emotional capacities.  So, how do you cope with this situation? These are few of my ways of coping with the distance.  Read on.

Engage in crafts.   I so love crafting. Beads and paper crafts, recycling materials of scrap accessories are very good. There are a LOT of crafts where you can engage yourself with.  And in our today’s time, you have the internet to help you collect a thousand of ideas from around the world.  It’s about time to be creative in this world which is full of innovations. And don’t take aside the idea of being entrepreneur out of these creative ideas yours. If you think they’re worth to be seen in the online market, go!

Grab your pen, laptop and write.   I love writing, it’s my way of creating peace in my heart through this kind of self-expression.  So I do blog. This is my turf, this is where I explode my ideas and feelings.

Pencils. I love pencils and I love pencil drawing.  Crafts and drawing materials top in my shopping list.  I turn to personal blogs of artists and their online videos (Youtube) for inspirations.  I follow them in their Facebook accounts for latest ideas in drawing and practice them myself.  But, first of all, you have to put yourself into it and become passionate.  Because without passion in  whatever you do is just a waste of time and efforts.  So dont hesitate to grab a pen and a sketch pad whever you feel like expressing through visual art.

I invest my time with them without regrets.  So go find yourself in them. You can even involve your family and friends and have fun.  I will have this post updated from time to time. Enjoy!

July 20, 2011

Only In My Poetry

 

I crave to write lines

perpetuating the agony of my forgiving keyboard.

 

I crave the sound of it pounding

the heart beatings of thy soul.

 

I crave the honest movements of my fingers,

throwing out the words left

like for a million days

in the shadow of my silence.

 

I crave my soul

imposing mashed thoughts

of a shattered rainbow

to a clean sheet of blank word document.

 

I crave you cradling my loving words

left in vagueness

together with the undefined timeline

of an armful union.

 

I crave myself serving you a plate of my fruit-salad poem

and allowing to taste

the yummy delicacy of my poetry.

 

I crave myself being lullabied

in your cradle of promises

where all I could hear

are the whispers of an embracing paradise.

 

At the end, all I can only afford

is the ultimate waking

by the truthfulness of reality

and all I could see

is only the paradise I try to behold

(like a girl holding her beautiful doll)

in the sub-continents of my wishful poetry.