phoenix rises

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It’s been too long since my last blog post, and I thought I’d make my presence known on here once again. life is as complex and unpredictable as usual, a lot of stuff is happening and I’m trying to sustain the mindset I am currently in. I’m struggling to write poetry for my book. Creative blocks all over the place at the moment and I find that so frustrating.

Since the loss of my beloved grandmother, my heart has felt quite empty & incomplete.

I guess that’s what has kept me so quiet and being unable to express how I have felt because to put it lightly, I am grieving and we all process it differently, to be honest.

Hoping I can write better soon, because not knowing what to do with my emotions is far worse than writing shitty poems and rants about how life is a mess & I am lost.

Have a wonderful weekend and I hope to update you all with greater things shortly!

Peace & Love,

Mila.

another day, another thought

This blog has become an important part of life, I think documenting important things that have a lot of meaning to myself is the one thing that motivates me to keep this as active as possible. I find peace within self-expression, the only truth I’ve ever really known in life.

I know I’m not the greatest writer or the most wonderful poet out there, but to me,
none of that really matters if you believe in your work, regardless if people notice it or not.

Seeking validation can make life feel like a bit of a competitive race, and personally,
I don’t like that at all, because it kind of ruins life in the long run, and I speak for myself when I say that, not necessarily for anyone else because I am simply one individual.

Hoping I can make something great of this in the near future, because all I’ve truly wanted is to make good out of the resources already within my life and my surroundings etc. 

                                                                     Yours truly, Mila. Xo

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.‎

reckless heart

A loving heart can easily be destroyed, it can easily fall & break into a million pieces
I always play it off like it never matters, but it usually is a big part of why I am hurt.

You can state your own version of events & I will continue to think about mine.

Maybe, or perhaps – love is a fragile yet strong word to define, mostly it’s untouched
because, honestly; you can’t define what you truly do not understand in terms of depth.

I’ve never truly known what to do with it, do I play it cool or do I spill my emotions
and the very truth is, it’s hard knowing what to do when you’re lost enough as it is.

Mixed feelings are kind of like the shots I take to burn my feelings away, and literally.

I breathed you in like the oxygen I live for and now I’m basically living with my choice made
but ultimately, you can’t regret what made your life kind, even if it was temporary & bittersweet
I don’t regret but I do wish I had been more cautious in taking my time with you, as I’m now stuck.

breaking points

okdIt starts with a simple trigger, and it ends with an emotional cry of defeat. A passive-aggressive mechanism mastered from the years and pieces of you broken off like you’re society’s doll, robotic to emotion and numb from the chemical imbalance of one’s mind.

What you saw in movies, it became your illusion, the safety blanket you never had as a child, but eventually, the rose-colored lens faded, and you saw the world in all the disgusting hues of reality. Blue became associated with sadness & your lover’s eyes, red became nothing but a reminder of the blood you lost, and the love that decayed along with it.

I wish life was like it seemed when childhood nightmares were only the majority of life’s problems, you could breathe oxygen without being constantly clouded by the loss of your beloved, oh how tragic it felt at the time, but as time goes, you start to feel the hatred building like the blocks you had as a kid, ain’t it funny how tables can twist and turn?

 

triple threat

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Been so inspired today, it got me thinking about book ideas & what I want it all to be like.
Continue reading “triple threat”

open letter to my 18 year old self

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Dear you,

It’s been a crazy time in life but it’s getting better each day, the chaos is still present but I know obstacles are there to help me face the fears I need to the most. I wish you were as confident as you are today, if only I knew the blossoming process of the heart would begin just after that specific moment in time. There’s been love, there’s been heartbreak, and most recently; the loss of the grandmother who shaped your heart into the one it is today. She’s at peace and no longer in pain and that’s what you should always remind yourself of in times of grief and sadness. It will hurt and the pain never truly goes away, but as you appreciate each day and each breath, you’ll be making her so proud way up from above.

Creativity wise, keep writing, never lose sight of your dreams and keep going until you reach that damn goal of yours. Poetry is not about what it brings you, but more about the joy it brings to write your heart out, regardless if you’re rambling or simply expressing.

Love on the other hand, is something you shouldn’t focus on too much right now. Focus on your own wellbeing before walking into the path of companionship. Appreciate the friends that have been there from day one and remember that life goes on no matter if someone leaves you or you leave them. I know you’re not in the right state of heart to love again, neither should you force yourself to be with someone for the sake of being in the company of anyone. Love at the right time, love the person who truly deserves you and let go of the ones who do not deserve your time and affection, because they don’t appreciate it, rather less than you originally had thought. Focus on you and you’ll be in a much happier place of mind because of it.

I thought writing this letter would be a good idea because I wish you knew how great life is and how good it can be, in the company of the right people and the family that loves you.

Life is a blossoming flower, for it to grow, you need to nurture the mind, feed the soul a lot of love and care, take care of the heart that beats for you and always appreciate each moment of life because you never know when it will end.

twenty

My last day of being 20, nearly heading off to 21. I find it bittersweet because my late grandfather’s birthday should have been today, and it’s officially a week since my grandmother passed away. I find time is never truly appreciated until it’s nearly gone
and since I lost her, time is something I pay attention to more than ever before, honestly.

It’s crazy how a loss such as this was a wake-up call for me and all of my family. I’ve been looking through childhood photos and I still can’t speak of her in past tense, it still hasn’t sunk in that I’ll never see her again. I guess sometimes we need a lot of rain to create a beautiful rainbow of hope. Sigh, nostalgia lane. Yeah, this isn’t exactly a great blog post but it’s something dear to my heart and I find myself forgetting that a lot of the time.

As of midnight, I’ll be taking a moment to remember my grandparents.
Sometimes, we all need that silence to clear our path and build upon life.

heaven took you home

On May 19th 2016, my world changed for the worst; my incredible, beloved grandmother Eila succumbed to her cancerous brain tumor as well as suspected organ failure. I was prepared for the days to come, as I had been told to prepare for the worst to happen but when it actually happened less than a night and a half later, you could say I was in shock, speechless, lost for words completely like any person would be. I miss her unconditionally.

To me, she wasn’t just a grandmother, she was a ray of sunshine on a cold autumn’s day, that breath of fresh air in the summer, that crisp snowflake falling from above, she was one of the most inspiring women I ever had the chance to know, although not for too long, but my memory of her will never fade, she’ll forever be in my heart, my guarding spirit.

I always knew this day would come, but when it would and how it would affect me, I never truly understood the depth of it all until I got that dreaded phone call. I froze, literally.

Can’t put it into words how amazing she was to me, how much she adored her family, she was the human definition of unconditional love and care, she had the most caring spirit I’ve ever known, kindness beyond words, a heart of gold regardless of circumstance, so it pains me when I have to talk about her in past tense, it absolutely breaks my heart to know that I’ll never get another hug from my dearest grandmother again.

She never once complained about the cancer that ultimately would take her last breath, and I never once witnessed her asking others for help, she was independent, vibrant and strong until she no longer could be, and I know that saddened her in more ways than anyone could imagine. Never thought I’d be writing something like this, but this is to honor my grandmother for the amazing human being she was, and I hope Heaven knows that it gained a beautiful angel with golden wings. She was my sunshine in the gray, and now my sky is empty without her glow.

RIP, Grandma. I will never forget you. I hope I make you proud.

 

the art of mind

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I never thought my life would be so influenced by the internet, and it feels surreal talking about it, because I don’t consider myself an established blogger/writer as of yet. And to whoever does follow my blog, thank you for motivating me to continue. They say writing is like putting a flower garden together, you help it all grow into something beautiful and worthwhile. I would add a “read more” link but it’s nice to express simply because I enjoy it. Although, a bit of traffic is never a bad thing! Unless you’re a driver, (oops sorry). On another note, I really would love to hear what YOU think. Like for example; what makes a writer great? if anything, what does a good blog contain? I’m hoping to hear opinions, because yours will mean a lot. As a writer, I want to progress, I want to be relatable and be able to reach people in the sort of depth that really connects us. Do I want to be a full-time writer? Of course I do. Will I achieve that? I don’t know yet. Regardless of what life throws my way, I will always write for the sake of creativity and self-expression. It’s amazing how simple words can unite and guide us. I’m not sure where to end this, but perhaps it is eternal, metaphorically speaking.

-mc.