Voiceless 

I am sorry I cannot find the voice  that yells for your attention, for you to see that I am not me. I am unable to find a noise within that will  explain, the fragmented pieces of me  which lay on the carpet, can no longer be pieced together  because the edges have changed, I've … Continue reading Voiceless 

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Bittersweet

Hello beautiful people, how are you all doing today? You may have noticed that a lot of my recent posts have been poetry. Why? I have no idea! Sometimes you want to take a different turn and express yourself in a different way and I must say, I love writing poetry! This post however, is the … Continue reading Bittersweet

self-love.

dear someone.

maybe,

I wasn’t beautiful in the sense of unblemished skin, or how my outfits weren’t put together; how I snorted when I laughed, or how I clumsily walked through life.

but,

I collected my tears in jars, to be remembered but not dwelled on. I let the scars heal, and watch the new skin cover my self hatred. I opened the windows of my heart, and let joy seep through.

and,

I’m slowly learning that beauty is found in the excitement in my eyes when I’m about to climb a roof. In the tips of my hair dyed teal, because I wanted it. In the slight tremble in my hands when I’m nervous, and the bruises on my knees from unknown adventures. In my voice when I’m talking to someone I love.

That was beauty. I had looked at self-love all wrong all these years.

It wasn’t how my collar bones showed…

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Find me at…

Aoife Caitríona

Long time no see, I’ve been a little AWOL recently and I’m sorry for not writing on here sooner. I mentioned in my last post I was moving over to Blogger and I was getting a new domain. Well, I’ve successfully done that now, there were a few hiccups at the start but it’s up and ready. So you can find me onaoifecaitriona.co.uk.

I’m still blogging, blogging moreoften. Blogger is exactly how I imagined it to be and I’m feel much happier since doing it.

I’d love for you to check out my new blog. I haven’t finished the layout yet but I feel like I’m becoming more confident in writing posts again (how I used to write). I’ve even got a lot of exciting new posts coming up soon too.

I’ll still have this WordPress account, my first blog is here too. So I’ll still read all…

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7 Quotes for when You Find Yourself Comparing Yourself to Others (2 min read)

Comparing yourself can have a huge impact on your self esteem. When you find yourself doing so try remember some of these quotes, this post is really helpful and needed!

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Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Rose Yap

Founder & Owner of:Wandering Daydreamer

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Successful Living and Travel Writer


1. “Everything in life is easier when you don’t concern yourself with what everybody else is doing.”

There’s this saying that also says, ‘Comparison is the thief of joy’ and I feel like it’s a little bit of an extension of the above quote as well. When we concern ourselves too much on what everyone else is doing and keep on comparing, it makes everything in life harder because we end up putting too much pressure on ourselves. We end up making unreasonable expectations for ourselves that we’ll struggle to achieve and that in turn will just make us miserable and burnt out.

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Empty

Yearning for this void to be filled,is it wrong to wait to give someone this responsibility?Craving a type of love that I must first learn to give to myselfbut I'm struggling to find it,in between the empowerment of my beingand the acceptance of who I am,when will I find my inner peace?To not be consumed … Continue reading Empty

Why?

THE OBSESSIVE WRITER

A tiny speck of dust, I, float in measureless oceans of space. All I am is a vacant stare amidst a seemingly sophisticated world where I will never belong. Lost in a trance in a crowd doing the happy dance. Will faking a smile earn me an offer to stay? I never think twice about the price I’ve had to pay. Yes there was once a time when I would have liked to be understood. The time when I gave up reality for delusion, endorsing a new attitude and a made up passion. You see, the safety of monotony can mask the missing happiness.

© Abirami

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Masks

THE OBSESSIVE WRITER

Who’s turn is it today?

Will it be,

The ambrosial lover, or the mad cynic?

The unforgiving critic, or the loyal advocate?

The curious child, or the unimaginative adult?

A different mask a different day.

Take it off and what are you?

A reflective vessel of scars and hopes.

© Abirami

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