Hello Dear WordPress Followers,
I’d to take this moment to thank you all for reading my work, for being fans of what I write and believe in since I created my blog.
I’d also like to address that I’m working on writing more this year, expanding my words to touch more lives, and to share that I have some new and fun exciting project ideas on the way!
I’ve decided to create a “Professional Instagram” page, were I’d like to expose my poetry, quotes, short stories, advise through my knowledge, and display my soon to come videos or audio recordings!
I hope you all will follow and join me in this exciting journey!
Instagram: Kbeautifulmind__ (those are two _ _ )
Thanks y’all! I’m excited!
I was a dumb boy,
a dumb boy I tell you.
Because I was stuborn and I let her slip away.
“It’s sad you know?”
“That he hasn’t noticed?
He hasn’t noticed that our hearts skip to the same beat, our bodies desire each other like magnets, and our souls have been searching their whole lives for the vibe we share.”
He’s been hurt, and he’s still hurting.
But I can’t do this again, I’ve done this before.
I can’t fix him.
I want to, but I can’t.
Fixing another broken heart can cause me to break my own heart again.
Once he is healed, he’ll pack up and leave me.
I can’t fix him.
I want to, but I can’t bare going through this again.
And that’s when his heart broke.
As he realized that she was his happiness, and she was now happy in the arms of another man.
Kissing another man.
Hugging another man.
Singing to another man.
Writing about another man.
Play fighting with another man and grabbing his butt, and doing all of the things he loved but pretended like he didn’t.
Joking with another man, and making him laugh.
Smiling at another man, her eye’s glowing as she looked at him.
Her fingers twined in his.
That’s when he realized it, as he watched another man walk away with his happiness.
I’m a gentleman of gentle deeds,
I was raised by a beautifully kind woman and a man with so much pride and honor, even when he had to work on his hands and knees.
They taught me about respect, they taught me how to love and to always treat others with kindness.
They raised me to be the great man I am today.
My smile confirms my thoughts, I’m not the best at communicating but if you make me comfortable I’ll open up with integrity and no hesitation.
I’m a simple man of simple gestures,
whose kindness has never been fought.
My words are clever,
My ideas are charming,
and I try to keep my romance soft yet strong.
I bring flowers, I open doors, I’ll hold your hand, and respect all your thoughts.
I am a gentleman,
Yes, we do still exist.
I understand it’s hard to trust me, especially in todays society.
Just know that my intentions are good. I choose to be a gentleman,
the careful man of this generation because I’m here to show you that we’re not all the same.
Life is pretty hard to deal with sometimes.
No matter our age, gender, or class we all have our own personal struggles that affect us in a certain way.
Some of our struggles might seem ridiculous to others, but to us they can affect us so much that it makes it hard to live with them.
It’s easy to always assume that if we had what others have we wouldn’t be so “devastated” with our lives.
That is false.
That’s what’s wrong with today’s generation.
We are so stuck on the idea of
because the people, media, and entire society are teaching us to be anything but ourselves. They have set these standards for us to act or want to be a certain way at such an early age that we grow up lost.
Lost and desperate in having what isn’t for us and being what just isn’t us.
However we can still put a stop to this, self love can be adopted by anyone.
Everyday is a start of something beautiful. It might not seem beautiful as our struggles or stressors haunt us on to the next day after sleeping through the night; but it truly is. It’s the start of something beautiful because it’s an opportunity for change. Change can be hard when we have the pressure of life and society pressing against us making us feel like we must stay stuck, but it’s up to us to believe we can break free.
If we motivate our selves and don’t wait for motivation or approval from others we accomplish to break free and discover ourselves and our abilities to be better, live happier and feel healthier.
Everyday is the start of something beautiful if we love ourselves.
Inspiring all of you to not look for the greener grass on the other side but to nourish and care for your grass to see how beautiful and green it already is.
Break free, be YOU.
Living the dream.
I thought I was a victim, am I not good enough I’d ask myself?
What do I have to do, to grab his full attention?
What can I do to change him, to have him see that I am what he needs?
He says I’m the one and tells the same story to all of our loved ones, but at night he rushes to his contact list to see who he can get attention from.
I thought I was a victim, so I’d despise him everytime; kicking myself thinking “maybe you are not good enough.”
You need to be smarter, learn how to drive better, don’t speak to much, don’t over think, don’t share your feelings, don’t bother him to the extremes.
I thought I was a victim because he made me feel that way, then I realized I played apart in my own unhappiness by deciding to stay.
It had been a couple of years since he last saw her.
He remembers being mad at her, because she broke him, she gave up on them after she had promised she never would.
Some how that smile still made him nervous.
It had been a couple of years since she last saw him.
She remembers he was angry, how could he say such mean things to someone he claimed to love so much?
She knows she was wrong, she freaked out and gave up, but she couldn’t take it back because he was moved on.
Yet he looked so beautiful, and she knew she’d always miss him.
Years later there they were…
It was like the world stopped in it’s tracks and no one else existed…
There he was and there she was only the window of the car, a grudge he still held, the pain that still stung in her heart and the street in between them.
But some how it was a beautiful encounter, because it showed in their faces, their eyes, and both of their expressions that after all these years something was still felt.
As they told me you were there, in the same place we were in, I was shocked by how calm I felt with no desire to throw up and run free.
I thought that when this day would come, I’d freak out and not know what to do, but as I looked into your eyes I no longer saw what I use to.
The dreams that I desired, the love I reserved for you, all of it was gone there was just nothing there for you.
I didn’t feel like crying, there was no knots in my throat, my heart didn’t feel heavy you’d think all this hurt was super old.
My anger towards you was gone and my disappointment seemed so far, there was no spark or love, I looked once more but in confusion I realized there was nothing there to find.
I tried to remember the way you kissed but my body and mind would not react as they once did.
It seemed as if my mouth and mind were wipped clean of all the memories.
I couldn’t remember your laugh or what it was that attracted me to you, I guess all I really felt was disgust to think that I once belonged to you.
When you approched me with a hug I thought I’d feel something for sure but it was almost like I went numb and the touch of your arm was as dry as the crackers on the counter next to you.
I walked away in shock that you’d even bother to approch me in that way, but I couldn’t help but smirk at the pleasure of feeling nothing that I felt before that day.
It that moment I took a deep breath, feeling relived as I said “I forgave him, this is really it”
I learned then as I sat there with my friend, that today I had really learned something…
I learned the wonderful feeling that it would never be the same.