Category Archives: life

Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,

escape,

it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.

Faatima

x

 

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Money doesn’t grow on trees…

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So much to do these days,

Feels like some sort of race…

No, this time I decide to slow my pace…

Needed some relief…but they say that money doesn’t grow on trees,

All the branches swaying gently in the breeze,

…and the banks continue doing their jobs with ease.

Their greed…

A society that bleeds…

Problems that breed,

Got mouths to feed…

Planting that first seed…

Change was never easy,

Always busy.

At what cost?

…and now we’re lost.

The back story…

that we all hold…

It’s all just a state of mind…

…thoughts and feelings entwine,

to create your reality.

If you want to be a part of this crazy society..

Got to gain awareness, and just for a moment slow down and breathe…

Faatima

Xx

She was hurt for a long time

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She was hurt for a long time

So she decided to write a rhyme

Everyday she felt sick

..but this time was different she chose not to resist but instead to sit

…along with the sensation, she was practically daring it

Not knowing if there was an end in sight

Still she new knew it was going to be alright

This pain has a purpose

It’s not something I will rush

Still this feeling I will not miss

When I eventually feel bliss

Faatima

Xx

I tried…

 

I tried to apologise but they did not accept it

I tried to help but they told me I was in the way

I tried to explain myself but they could not understand

I tried to tell my story but they could not care less

I tried to make peace but they got angry

I tried to change but they were always the same

I tried to speak my truth but all they heard was lies

I stopped trying

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Love,

Faatima

xx

Messy


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Today I am feeling messy. Come to realise it I have a lot of days like this.

I have come to a realisation that life is messy, once you stop expecting a smooth road and realise that all your mistakes are not actually mistakes…that you cannot fuck up…that it is all part of the dance, you feel lighter. That is without trying to feel better. Acknowledge, accept, understand and feel all situations and all states of mind. I dare the storm to swallow me whole. Come get me I’m not running away any more because I know no matter how far I go you are right behind me and will catch me eventually. The waves have no sign of receding.

It is the trying to change our feelings. The trying so damn hard to feel better, relief from our own prison that gets us all ultimately.

Everything come full circle and that is why I am learning to appreciate every moment good and bad for what it is. I don’t have to like it but I will not resist it.

Life is messy.

Faatima

xx

A mistake that we all have made

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I’ve done it, you’ve done it…infact lets be honest we probably still do it every day and many of us haven’t even consciously acknowledged it yet. We start something new like a project or pick up a new hobby, make plans for the future all the while telling ourselves the story that we want it but the truth is,we feel as if we have to do it, like it’s almost like a compulsion rather than something that genuinely makes us feel good.

Ask yourself is this really what you really want?…really?

You may be thinking well how can I differentiate between what I truly desire and a desperate compulsion? My answer to you is how does it make you feel? Are you inspired? For me I sometimes feel this burning sense of inspiration where all i want to do is write, write and write, express my emotions and thoughts but of course the dreaded writer’s block happens…i feel the strong energy but not the idea. My reaction these days is to just write it out anyway, whatever sparks interest. Anything. Anything at all. When I start the ideas just flow like a stream. Thinking too much will kill the vibe.

II’ll be the first to admit I don’t have a supportive family in the sense that they never pushed me but it is in my spirit to do what I love and excel because when you feel passionate you automatically do your very best. Even though I went through a phase of hopelessness, depression and consequently apathy..which to be honest I still sometimes have apathetic moments…even though for the most part I definitely have much more motivation than ever before these days so don’t worry..depression days are looonng gone. 🙂

I have recently come to a new realisation. The reason why certain things I have attempted to do in the past have not come to fruition was because I did it from a space of desperation not love and joy. I felt like I had no talent or direction so I essentially made myself try new things…everything was attempted half heartedly. I dipped my toes in the waters…just about.

I am here to ask you today what is the point in doing anything if it doesn’t even make you feel good? I am learning to catch myself in the moments where I am attempting to kid myself and tell myself the story that I am actually enjoying what I am doing in my life at that particular moment when really inside I’d much rather be elsewhere. Infact I promise myself the moment I stop finding something exciting is the moment I will literally drop it like a hotcake.

For once I feel fulfilled, I am blogging and actually enjoying it. I love the whole blogging experience, not just writing but reading other people’s amazing posts. I love connecting with bloggers and yes I truly feel as if us writers are like minded in the sense that we feel this hunger to express our true and authentic selves in words. It is creativity and feeling a connection with others through that is a wonderful thing.

So that’s how I’ve been feeling lately. 🙂

Hope someone can resonate with this post, thank you for taking the time to read.

All the loves,

Faatima

Xx