use your words

it’s so easy to say things in the heat of the moment
not caring how the words tumble out
words that carry more than they mean to
words that hurt, maim, and cast doubt

for words have power more than we know
they’ve helped create civilizations and have torn them down too
words have led people to the depths of utter despair
but they’ve also helped so many pull through

it isn’t a difficult task to ask for, really,
to use our words to bring out the good
it’s not easy but it’s worth a try every single day
and maybe some day, we can all be understood.

you’re okay

some days, it can be tough
when we realize we’ll never be enough
for the world that’s waiting out there
demanding that we be perfect and live a life with flair
gain more followers! build up your likes!
do something original
, they say, and watch your numbers spike!

but as uncertainty creeps in and you wonder what you’re doing wrong
it’s easy to forget that once you turn everything off, you’re still as strong
as you were in the morning before you took it all in—anxiety and self-doubt—
time to kick those naysayers out
for you’re okay just the way you are with your easy smile and gentle heart
so come sit with me a while, it’s time for a fresh start 🙂


Put Down That Phone

Once upon a time, I swore I’d never be
like these people I saw having dinner,
every one of them staring at their phones
instead of talking to each other

but now, what can I say,
but I’ve become just like them,
too busy to look up from my phone display
as I wait for another notification.

We’ve lost the ability to speak,
too immersed in our virtual worlds
where we chat in emoji,and swap pictures of cats
even as reality around us unfurls

to reveal nothing but emptiness ,
no more of the connections that used to matter
the way souls become real by being present
for we’re too lost in all the technological chatter.

Daily Prompt

Look Who Made It on RT Reviews’ Wattpad Top 5 For July!

 

I woke up this morning to some good news and bad news. The bad news: someone  charged the most awful looking Hugo Boss shoes size 7M to my account which I promptly cancelled as I removed  that darn One-Click option that links your credit cards to your account. 

The good news: my current work-in-progress novel Collateral which I’m serializing on Wattpad live (I write and post as I go) is one of RT Book Reviews Top 5 romance reads for July.  

The bad news? The pressure… eek!

Losing Myself

 

Sometimes I wonder what goes through his mind during moments like this. 

What is he thinking?  

It is during these moments that I simply have to let go and accept that some days I don’t know anything at all – I just have to go with the flow and not lose myself any deeper into the perfection depicted in the rest of the world.

Un-Pretty

I read somewhere that looking at beautiful and happy people who are way cooler than you on social media can leave a person depressed. I remember scoffing at that because the only social media for me has been Twitter (not too many pictures there), Wattpad (we’re writers so there are more words than anything) and occasionally, Facebook (to catch up with family back home though I can never forget my brother, a former fashion photographer, say that we were an ugly bunch – maybe he was joking but it stuck).

Anyway, all that was before I fell right into the rabbit hole that is Instagram. And after looking at picture after picture of people who are obviously way cooler than I am with their flawless selfies, and where one man’s picture of his big toe can get thousands of likes because even his big toe is way cooler than me, it hit me:  I’m totally not worthy!

So yesterday instead of another drop-dead model or beautiful person constantly pouting (it’s kinda the in thing, I guess), I decided I’d draw someone I actually knew – like, in real life.  Someone really cool and approachable. She’s not perfect but as far as I know she’s as real as they come.

Me.

Misery

I’ve come to realize time and time again
that there are simply way too many people
too miserable for their own good
and so they spread misery like glitter
hoping it will stick, reassuring them
that they’re not alone
in the misery
that makes them sick

They blabber on about nothing
and complain about everything
under the sun, and as long as
there’s someone there to listen to them,
they’ll keep going on like an empty drum
Just drumming about, with nothing useful
to say, just drumming about
all damn day.

I wish I could tell these people,  one from the other
but on the internet, it’s quite tough to do
and so you end up learning as you go
thinking you’re trying to be helpful
only they don’t want your help
they only want you to commiserate with them
hoping it will catch you like glitter
and you’ll turn into one of them.