Cheesy or romantic, Love or love, two strangers assigned to collaborate, both immature, everything was a game. Truth be told, I hated your guts just like how you hated mine, it was the opposite of attraction, yet we were like dough, kneaded it could be stretched, but not pulled apart. Call it fate or coincidence, […]Read More why you left, spoken word poetry.
Some yearn for control and some relish in the sweetness of release. Circumstances causes one to waver between the two, sitting on the fence to wait for a push. Yet, situations like the following tend to happen to those who desire ownership and rights: they start to doubt themselves no matter how confident they are […]Read More i don’t have a say in anything, don’t I?
A picture paints a thousand words. Pictures took in Europe 2017. This is a photo gallery. ©Spurts Of Liberation @freeliestruth All pictures displayed in the slideshow belong to the owner of Spurts Of Liberation. Please contact for permission before using the photos for any sort of publication.Read More enchant: Europe | gallery slideshow
One thought, one epiphany and one life changed. Letting go was not loss, but a gain of capacity for those worth holding on to. Perfectionism plaques everyone at some point in their lives, be it voluntarily or by the pressure of societal expectations. I was no exception. It came disguised offering well intentions of success […]Read More don’t be too hard on yourself
Eternity is unfathomable, much less lived. When you’re tired and life has done it’s best, death is a helping hand. Immortality, the holy grail of human evolution, offering life everlasting in the infinite boundless realm of time. Underneath all that shiny gold is the rusty iron, the dark and ugly side of not being able […]Read More i don’t want to live forever.
disclaimer: this is not a sob story, or a way of seeking attention, but merely an expression of thoughts that occupy my mind. A few months ago, it felt as if God had played a cruel joke on me. I officially fell from the edge of paradise, into the dark abyss of nothingness. Failure was […]Read More who would be there, when everyone turns away?
There was no intimacy, nothing personal. Figures, as I was dust obstructing the sheen glow. Of life, not mine, but that of souls forcefully intertwined with a decaying corpse, tugging at the dead knot. Minuscule yet a heavy laden, insignificant yet it catches your attention. The epitome of a beautiful contradiction. Death was a busy […]Read More Death is a gentleman.
A glazing mark of tumult spread a trail of fiery crumbs raging across a still serenity, an anarchy of flames incited by sheer terror, caving pressure. A chance to strike, an opportunity conceived via pure serendipity. There was a gleam in pairs of convex for they twinkled, rogue stars reigning in the night sky. Maligned, […]Read More a rebellion, poem
And as the summer fades away Nothing gold can stay. Venice Bitch—Lana Del Rey Remembrance was exceptionally poignant, and presently still stings the last ounce of sensitivity residing in a numb heart. The foremost attraction compounded from your innate sense of protection for me, wrapping me in blankets of safety, weapons up you were always […]Read More beneath superficiality lies a damsel in distress.