Baby girl

From the time she opens her eyes all she longs to see is the beauty from within
But how can she when shes bombarded by fake images portraying what beauty should be?

Nevermind baby girl dont let the big bad world make you feel so small
Afterall u were meant to be daddys world and mummys little girl
You not meant to flaunt and prove to be,
a show piece in a world where you replaced as easy as 1, 2 and 3

Look in the mirror
And do not fear
Let your true beauty shine from within
Dont be fooled by the idea that you need to show skin
To be acknowledged or to fit in!

Do not be consumed by the venom
That pours
It can easily consume you and close all the right doors
Stay true to the beauty within you
Safeguard and cherish it
For when it is gone
It will be hard to regain it
For you would need to be reborn

Dont loose you in a world thats tryna change you
Only you can be you and know you
Depend on no1 but the Man who made you
For you are as precious as can be
A rose indeed
Its beauty concealed by the thorns that surround it
Never loose it
To prove it

For all you will loose is your soul
In a world that will give you nothing but hurl
Insults at you that enrage a fire deep within you
That will consume you
And prevent you from being you
Never forget your purpose
Nor the reason He created you so delicately
As you will always remain daddys little girl and mummys world!! 

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☆ Hope ☆

Even during the darkest of nights light can still be found. 

Whether it be the moon, the stars or the electric flash of an angered light

Swamped by a darkness,
Unbearable
As it seems to have overtaken mind and heart
Have i blacked out from reality?
Simply just soared to another realm
refusing to acknowledge the feelings of the heart and acceptance of it by the mind.

This space seems rather blissful

Numb to everything that meant to trigger a tear, or jilt the heart in delight…

Where and when was it lost?

But then there is the hope of finding it again Guided by the streaks of moonlight that are held captive by the overshadowing thoughts of gloom.
Or the faint lil star shining bright despite the overpowering darkness of the blackness it lies within.
Or…
Even that which 1 fears most,
Like the angered streaks of a master lashing! 

This –

May very well be the light that guides one out of this unexplainable feeling.

《 This battle 》

She seems composed
But deep within a silent war is raging

At times she is able to douse it

But than there is the rush, the gripping sensation that trickles into her thoughts 

She blocks them out

Turning to prayer 

Turning to the one – the only one – that can rescue her from herself

She’s afraid of consuming herself through her own weakness, her own temptations, her own…

Yet she tries with all the strength that is left in her.

As this is way too familiar, 

As she once found herself deep within this vicious waters that almost – almost stripped her of all that has made her whole today

But – She has deteriorated…

How, when, why – 

She cant seem to fathom.

As the droplets prick at burning eyes her heart pulses out in a cry, in a plea!

Her lips remain unmoved and all that she hears in the deadly silence – 

is her frantic whisper from deep within, 

“Save me – from myself”

I wonder if ’tis true? 

Why they ask?
Why waste your time…
I wonder if it is true?
But they dont see the passion in her voice,
The fire in her heart,
Nor the thirst in her spirit!
Calling out through the little gestures,
Words of encouragement 

and 

the playful sarcasm?
They see her as soft, 

maybe even weak?
Not fit for this crowd?
But she wont step down!
They dont get it do they?
That all she desires is to touch one soul
Leave an imprint on one soul – 
So when they remember –  after years to come
They will recollect and realise her worth.
Maybe not then – 

when it is too late
Maybe it would engrain itself to some and…

As they leap forward in this world of uncertainty her little efforts would be constant reminders.
And they will ask, questioning themselves –
I wonder if it is true?

Dungeon of darkness

Swamped by a darkness,

Unbearable!

As it seems to have overtaken mind and heart
Have I blacked out from reality?

Simply just soared to another realm refusing to acknowledge the feelings of the heart and acceptance of it by the mind..
This space seems rather blissful
Numb to everything that meant to trigger a tear, or jilt the heart in delight…
Where and when was it lost?

But then there is the hope of finding it again guided by the streaks of moonlight, that are held captive by the overshadowing thoughts of gloom.
Or the faint lil star shining bright despite the overpowering darkness of the blackness behind it.
Or…
Even that which one fears most, like the angered streaks of a master lashing, may very well be the light that guides one out of this unexplainable feeling.

Lost in a Fairytale

She wishes for that fairytale…

The happily ever after
The swooning under the moon

As she eagerly searches for the one,
The one for whom her heart is made for…
The one who would complete her
And accept her whole.
For behind the pretty face lies the scars, the wounds, the imperfections, everything that makes her who she is.

An imperfect beauty is the reflection she sees-
yet perfect for the beast that searchers for her too.

For he is the perfect paradox of her
The beast visible to the eye but behind the scarly imperfections is an untouched unknown beauty, a bewilderment of love and sincerity.
Waiting, longing to be discovered…

They both seek fervently to be accepted, loved and wanted – through the beauty and its scars; through the beastly imperfections and its passions..

All she is, is a simple imperfection of a beauty searching for her beast..

Rantings of an ‘ImPerfect’ ‘Perfect’ me…

I look into the mirror and i see the reflection of the “not so perfect” me..
Dressed down, sweat pants, baggy pull over, messy hair, no make up..
But its me!
I enjoy the occassional dress up, but not a fan of make up, but love dark eyes!
I choose not to dress to impress criticisng eyes, but what “IM” comfortable in..
I cry at the smallest things and laugh hard at the silliest!
I enjoy the beauty and simplicity of nature, and its captivating awe that will leave me marvelling hours at end..
Oh how I love the thrill of adrenalin that gets the heart racing too!
Yes my heart skips a beat at the sound or sight of a sweet, loving or kind word..

THIS IMPERFECT PERFECT MESS IS ME..

Ive been searching all this while for the 1 that could understand this “not so perfect” me in a place where the ideal is all that keeps the eye pleased..
In a world where the perfect image cannot be compromised, we seek to up keep and maintain images of a reflection of some 1 else.. we loose sight of ourselves in trying to be”perfect “!
But guess what the person ive been searching for all this while to acknowledge and accept me….  was right here all along & that is  – Me!

Ive learnt that you have to Love you for who you are! Never change yourself to fit the likings of another or to fit in!
Be comfortable in your own skin! You gorgeous without all that make up, or the teeny tight fitting pieces that to the world is “perfect”!

You dont need the world to like or approve of you for you to like or approve of yourself!

Perfection starts with realising our imperfections and that gives us beauty beyond any make up cover in the world!
Be YOU,  Be …. Be’YOU’tiful 🌼