cyber monday is the best kind

The one thing I love about this Monday, is the fact that it’s great for when you’re in need of retail therapy. Perhaps money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you a lot of wonderful things to fill the void of your emptiness, if only for a temporary moment of happiness.

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ego’s in the sand

Two blog posts in a short time, never thought it would happen in 2016 but hello.
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bad poetry is still poetry

 

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cold nights and blog posts

So, it’s finally the end of another stressful, hectic week. Not so much in the amount of stuff that has been happening, but in general, I’ve felt quite mixed in terms of emotions

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a quick update

I would update this more often if I had anything of value to say or enlighten your lives with, although that would be highly impossible since I am such a lost soul right now.

Well, until next time, wonderful followers. Love & wellness to you all.

Mila. xo

 

bundle of writer’s block

it’s been another two weeks and I haven’t put together enough material for one poem,
let alone all the others. I’ve read plenty of other people’s poetry books and it makes me wonder if I’m articulate enough to get this stuff done myself. Self-doubt is definitely my worst enemy at the moment. The writing part is somewhat manageable but the rest of the journey has proved to have been a little more complex than my naive self once thought it would be, hey, I’m a Gemini, daydream is my middle name, or perhaps it should be now.

I know I repeatedly vent and rant about similar things, but I feel so passionately regarding this, so excuse my frustration as I type this out in record time. hell, I can’t even write a poem this fast, let alone get a sentence down on a piece of paper. it’s so ironic, for sure.

but eventually, there will be a book, or perhaps a series of them, but right now, it’s hard even knowing what to say when my tongue is in knots and my brain is on overdrive. I find that taking a deep breath helps, but then I think once again and lose that bit of sweet luck.

plus, I realized that 52 wonderful people follow my bundled opinions and thoughts so thank you! I never thought I would get past 50, I didn’t think I would get any but wow.

I am always grateful for every view, every comment, every like, every bit of everything
it definitely inspires me to keep this blog up, I thought I was going to give it all up last- year, but thankfully, it’s here to stay. I bid you all a wonderful week, let it be full of love!

poetry lanes

I rarely talk about the poems or the ideas I have for my book, much of which
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what getting older taught me about life

Today, I would like to discuss something that I’ve always been passionate speaking about.
It’s about how getting older taught me valuable lessons in life, past & presently as well.

For most people, life begins as soon as you start breathing.
Mostly, it’s true and I agree with certain parts to an extent.
However, I felt like it didn’t truly begin until I was old enough to
understand the difference between living and existing, that’s when I
felt my life really started making sense, for the first time in my whole existence.

It sounds a little far-fetched, and perhaps that’s how I see it,
but the definition of life is different for everyone and I can’t even say that
enough times. In my personal experience, what getting older taught me the most is
that life is never as complicated as we might imagine it’d be.
And I say this in my own experience of it, not anyone else’s.
Anyway…getting older taught me to always respect the ones present in life
(except the ones who least deserve it, I let them go) and to never take anything
for granted because the existence of life is never guaranteed. In this age of time,
some of us forget how fragile life is in reality, and how easily it can be taken away
without a single thought. I know this because I lost my dear grandmother this year.
Getting older also helped me learn many valuable lessons,
such as, never count the days in which you live, but count the amount of good energy
that surrounds it, and the amount of wonderful moments created in that space of time.
For me, poetry was always the shoulder to cry on, the support always needed,
which is a big reason why I am putting together a book of poems from my heart,
creating good out of bad experiences, memories I’d rather forget and so forth.
It makes the work more authentic and personal in that sense.‎