Rhythms of the Moments

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I heard your name for the first time,

When you are not a friend of mine.

Fall for you is not what I want,

But suddenly you become the one.

We become closer mile to mile,

You surround my day with greeting and smile.

I missed your present and feel sad,

Everything I do turn out bad.

That feeling of being a special friend,

Help me walk through my worst moments.

Imagine me crying alone in the rain,

Like a rainbow, you appear whenever you can.

You hold my hand on a cold weather,

Tell me we are not meant to be together.

Fall onto a rock like the glasses,

That’s how my heart turns into pieces.

Gather all my strength and ability,

Try to accept the reality.

Though my soul screaming in agony,

But you are not my destiny.

Rhythms of the moments keep on changing,

How I wish my heart stop begging.

Memories created beyond my dream,

I’m afraid of losing you in a glimpse.

You wave at me and say goodbye,

But I promise you I’ll stop by.

Not to hurt but to tell you,

That till my last breath, I love you.

written by : Hevenney Vianie Heroney

My Bloody Barefoot; My Bloody Pathways.

Hello peeps! Howdy?

there is a time when i looks into me, myself, & I,

 I cannot understand

and I don't know my story,

the story of my own life.

yet people still says,

that I am good,

my life is perfect,

perfect in so many ways.

it hurts me inside, so deep.

deeper.

deepest.

i didn't live perfect.

my life is far from perfectness, 

and messed up with all these bullshit!

This smile, thanks God, looks good in me

covering all my inside,

fully covered and hidden from the outside.

uhh, through this smile of mine,

I completely sealed up myself.

this life,

i never knows,

i never have even slightly idea that it might turn out like this.

for any wonderful time I spend of,

for any sorrow I encountered,

for anything, everything and whole the things that

pushing me walking bares foots all along the journey,

I still keep on walking,

searching, exploring and experiencing 

inside and outside.

I realized,

I have to walks barefoot,

on the stony road,

 hilly path,

even to the road of desert

with this bloody barefoot of mine.

yes, a real hurts bloody barefoot.

no one knows how the roads I'd taken so far,

because they only knows the story at the junction 

where I stop a while to catch up my breath;

yet, they've still judged me,

saying things like they knows me in and out.

hey, please.

have you put yourself into my shoes?

no.

don't judge me,

for you never know how the path I had taken so far.

My bloody barefoot.

I managed to have myself walking with you,

accepting and always be grateful for

the bloody path you has had walk through.

Living with you,

is a big thank you.

because, 

all along the journey,

i have learned to enjoys the surrounding,

the birds, the flowers, the tree, the ocean, and everything!

I have learned so many things,

from this bloody pathways,

using this bloody barefoot of mine.

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