I’m alone in the dark
Scared of the ocean because of shark(s)
I have a dog, she goes “bark”
I’m walking my dog, gotta embark
In school my friends said I was a narc
Fireworks; spark
Traveling international, Denmark
My teachers yell at me because of my remark(s)
I walk my dog in the park
I know a kid named Mark
After this I’m starting my villain arc
The Beautiful & Damned
The Beautiful,
a delicate rose.
Small and light in a sea of others,
Bright and beautiful,
silky-smooth petals,
like a gentle caress.
The Damned.
Crimson red like its fallen petals.
Damned in the colors of rust and blood.
Tainted with thorns,
hidden in the layers of the silk petals.
Sharp and deadly,
Hidden in beauty.
Colorless (Colors – Halsey)
Side note: i wrote this poem for an english assignment where I had to write a poem using words from a song.
You’re colorful like a saturated sunrise.
Glowing with red, orange, and pink,
but like an overflowing sink.
Your colors seep
and it covers me in blue.
The same blue as you.
The blue of your pills, hands, and jeans.
The same blue as you,
but unlike the day’s blue sky
and the night’s starry light.
Your blue’s dark,
a starless night,
an empty sight.
And like a black and white book;
Your mind’s the pages,
your thoughts the ink.
And they’re grey just like your dreams.
Your body’s the pages,
tattoos the ink.
But they’re grey, just as you think.
And I rip at every edge of your masterpiece,
but you’re so devoid of color,
you’re colorless.
Mother, Mother,
Please don’t frown,
Nothing’s turning upside down.
Mother, Mother,
Open your eyes and see
That love is in everything.
Mother, Mother,
Please don’t cry.
It’s not too late to give love a try.
Mother, Mother,
Don’t be mad.
For I promise, it’s our love that’ll make you glad.
Mother, Mother,
If only you could see
That our love could fix anything.
Mother, Mother,
Don’t shut the door.
We know we’re not welcome anymore.
Mother, Mother
Please don’t be angry
Because it’s your anger that makes you scary
Mother, Mother,
Put that drink away.
We really wish that you would stay.
Mother, Mother,
Please don’t die,
Because if you do, it’ll make us cry.
Mother, Mother,
Why can’t you see
That life is better than it seems.
Mother, Mother,
We love you so,
More than you will ever know,
Mother, Mother,
Please don’t push us away,
Because it’s our love that makes us stay.
So many things I can’t say out loud.
So many things I want no one to know, but I want everyone to know at the same time. I want to scream them out into the void and have someone find my words and listen. A complete stranger, one who won’t judge me, though, I wouldn’t really care if they did.
I have so many things I want to write out. Emotions, frustrations… life. But, I can’t formulate the words to say to the people I want to listen, nor can I figure out how to write them on here.
So, I bought a journal. A small, leather journal that I write all my thoughts into.
I tried journaling a number of times in the past, but it only lasted two days maximum. Now, I can’t put my journal down. I write and write, sometimes words of gibberish, but they fill pages of my thoughts, pouring out of the pencil and onto the lined pages.
Now, I make sure to grab my journal and pen every night before I go to bed and I write. I write until my fingers feel numb and the lead wears down.
I guess it feels nice having an outlet to express myself. One that feels like I’m talking to many, when, in reality, I’m the only one who gets to read it. It makes me feel safe and exposed all at once, a type of feeling I never thought would be so rejuvenating.
Don’t get too close to the sun, for you will fall
Don’t get to close to the water, for you will drown
Instead stay on the ground, just safe and sound.
So he did.
Day by day, he’d waste his life away
Blinded by the sun
Immersed into the waves that crashed against the shores
Don’t get too close to the sun, for you can’t fly
Don’t get too close to the water, for you can’t swim
Instead stay on the ground, where you might win
So he stayed.
He stayed on the ground, safe from the wind.
And life dreaded on
And one day he looked around while everything was safe and sound
He started to drown
Not in the shallow waters
He drowned inside himself, drowning in the pools of regret and sorrow
So he got up, and got out
And he flew far away, but he fell
He got too close to the sun, and he fell
He didn’t fly too close to the sun because he thought he could
He flew because he was told he couldn’t
I’m craving to write something, but I simply can’t. I’m sitting here with so many thoughts running through my mind, yet none of them can leave.
I sit here with my hands immobilized while trying to think of what key to touch next. I’m mindlessly staring at the glaring screen in front of me trying to think of something to write that’d make someone in this world proud of me, but I can’t. My mind is empty, and my heart is too drained to come up with any creative concoction of words to form some poem or sad element of my life to send chills down someone’s spine just reading it.
My thoughts are begging to be expressed in writing, yet they’re trapped inside my mind, and I’m sitting here helplessly trying to figure out how to let them out.
It’s just not possible right now. I’m trying to write for me – or, maybe, for anyone – but every time I start a poem or a story, I exit the tab. And draft after draft later, I’m left with tens of unfinished passages into my thoughts, and now I’m just here writing out every insecurity I can think of about my writing.
But even then, these words don’t even share half of it. They don’t share half the conflicts I face when it comes to my writing. How I constantly think my writing won’t be beautiful enough, good enough. That it won’t be something extraordinary, just something plain and forgettable. I’m still battling myself, trying to figure out the right words that accurately express what I’m trying to portray about myself, yet right now it’s useless.
In this moment I have nothing to share. Sometimes, I have so much inspiration I’m writing one blog post after another, one story after another, and I’m sharing one dream after another, but right now… I’m empty.
7.6 billion people
195 countries
7.6 billion stories told from different perspectives
from different eyes
in different worlds
in different lives
one mother is crying as she carries her newborn baby in her arms
another is crying while her own mother takes her last breath on her death bed
one daughter is being walked down the aisle by her father on her wedding day
another is taking her first steps
7.6 billion people on this Earth
and every single one is experiencing life
experiencing it in a completely different way than another
one is preparing for the winter olympics
another is writing songs in the comfort of their bedroom
illuminated by the fairy lights scattered across the ceilings of their bedroom
7.6 billion people
scattered down the trafficked streets of New York City
one rushing to make the subway on time
another rushing to their job interview
another struggling for spare change
just to live to the next day
as people pass by
many don’t bat an eye
but occasionally
just occasionally
there’s someone who notices
someone who cares
who leaves a dollar or two
and moves on with their lives
forgetting the action a few days later
but the memory sticks to the other
some live a life of endless hardships
while others live in the comfort of their warm beds,
texting their best friends goodnight
their only worry
is the color of their prom dress
7.6 billion people
one has the whole world balancing on their shoulders
another is struggling to get a grasp with their finger tips
7.6 billion people
taking a role in several different movies
movies of life
some act as main characters in one movie
and dreaded antagonists in the other
some are mere, blurry passersby
while others are extras never truly appreciated
but make their presence known
7.6 billion people
and I am one
standing alone in a world surrounded by people
people who are exactly like me
yet completely different at the exact same time
7.6 billion people
my whole story known to some
and others none
Obviously the majority of the blog posts I write are centered around the Fashion Industry. To me, this blog and the posts I write are for creative expression, and what is creatively stimulating to me happens to be fashion. I could write about the things that I don’t have much of an opinion on or don’t want to waste my time on (looking at you, Trump), but I choose to write about things that will release creativity or emotion. I’m not here to write about stuff that bores me. I have other interests of course, but fashion is the most powerful one. And the great thing about fashion is, there are so many different topics within that wild industry there is always more inspiration for me. Fashion is about personal expression, and so is this blog. I combined the two, and that is how I enjoy it. Everybody should enjoy it.
So, since my previous blog about the world’s smallest things, people are asking me about the largest things in the world, too. Therefore, I decided to continue my adventure about this incredible world.
Let’s check it out! Here some really interesting largest things.
First of all, the largest chair.This is not Photoshopped —it’s an actual photograph of the world’s largest chair, in the piazza of Manzano, Italy, a city of chair makers where it was created.
Made in 1962 for the Seattle World’s Fair, the world’s largest birthday cake, weighted 25,000 pounds and stood 23 feet tall. The ingredients list includes the 10,500 pounds of flour needed for the cake.
World’s largest piece of cheese. Dutch gourmet cheese maker Beemster made a record-breaking cheese wheel. The giant cheese measures 6 feet wide and weighs 1,323 pounds.
This mother-of-all writing utensils weighs in at 21,500 lbs and stretches to 76 feet long and it’s a version of the classic No. 2. The world’s largest pencil was built in New York by Ashrita Furman and many talented craftsmen.
Officially recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records, Gregory Dunham, from California’s Stockton, has built the world’s largest motorcycle. Greg spent three years in his workshop crafting this 11 feet tall, 20 feet long monster bike which is powered by a 8.2 litre (V8 engine and has tires that are 1.88 m tall. The 6,500-pound motorcycle with a price tag of $300,000 and it is totally rideable.
Big things are not cute, but they are still amazing and huge as human’s dreams. Because the knowledge is endless, so is creativity.
So, zoom in this world and you will discover more.
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