What bothers you about people? Do bad people upset you? I don’t mean criminal bad or pure evil bad. That’s pretty obvious. I mean nasty, spiteful, inconsiderate, self-centred otherwise would-have-been-good people. With my guards down, bad people get to me. They get under my skin and I just want to crawl out so I am…… Continue reading Passing thoughts…
Those of you who write are familiar with the struggles of a writer. That nagging thought of being a fraud doesn’t leave many of us in peace. I beat myself up. “Why is it such a challenge for me to take a break from [living] my life to write?” This internal questioning in my head…… Continue reading Writing
Only a creature so evil–with a soul as black as a moonless night, and without a heart–will say about someone’s death: “What goes around comes around”. Unquantifiable despise for each other is no reason to utter such vile words. I, too, sometimes fantasize about a more permanent solution to an unpleasantly problematic person, but in…… Continue reading Evil, death and a paltry existence
What’s the matter with them? They want not any rhyming poem. These poets of present time, Don’t they know how to rhyme? Whatever then! © 2019 Anna Jailene Aguilar # P.S. I’m just having fun with this super short post. Peace!
Granted that both “books” and “birthdays” start with the letter “b”, but why would I use books out of their usual place as my featured image? I call the image “Books displaced”. Often, as my birthday draws close, I begin to ponder. I seem to use the impending another-year-older moment as my time for some…… Continue reading Birthdays
In full consciousness, I do my utmost to remember to stay still and keep to myself quietly when an extreme emotion engulfs me, especially when that emotion falls under the lower part of the happiness bar. I am learning to postpone making any major decision when the current level of my joy is significantly above…… Continue reading Deliberate living: outside of an average day
“Come,” the faceless voice whispers to me. “Keep walking. Come here. Come in here.” I see an open door. I squint. Do I think I could see inside if I do? I only see darkness past the doorway, but I don’t have to see with my eyes what the room holds. I have been there.…… Continue reading Voice in my head
