Henezzaa

No, this is not a poem I'm just me Speaking of us That we are nothing But are we, or were we? It's complicated I remember long winter evenings Walk holding hands Or holding hands in front of everyone I remember too Leaving the university Embraced and laughing What happened between us? I do not get it Everything was going so well My desire to kiss you Your desire to kiss me Our desire to kiss Just perfect. But suddenly Someone changed everything Your smiles were no longer for me Someone else had played with your feelings And you fell into the death trap From the first kiss And the typical phrase "Did not you remember last night, at the bowling alley?" And of course, How will you remember it if it never happened? I do not blame you And I do not blame her I blame myself And to my insecurities For not having chased you I am sorry I'm really sorry But it's okay I'm just me Speaking of us That we are nothing But we w...

It's been almost half an year and I thought it is finally over. I thought that is over- that is past . I don't think about him as before, I don't talk about him whenever I can anymore...  I thought I can continue and enjoy in this crazy life . Finally. A party- birthday party of my friend. Finally new chance to meet new people. But I decided that I will break the wall that is around me tonight. At first it was a little bit awkward. Some people I know- some new people. I set down in the corner with few friends and watched around. After around 30minutes, one friend of mine suggested to go and grab something to drink.  I decided I'm gonna finally take something alcoholic. I grabbed wine.  It was discussing wine but I drank it anyway. I was becoming free...  I drank 2-3 glasses, and 2 shots of vodka later on. I started dancing and singing...I was not giving a damn. That was unusual for me because I'm the one who just sits and checking the phone all the time.  ...

Lëshoi dhe shiu të fundit pikë Si gur i ftohtë qëlloi mbi mua, U var kristal nëpër qerpikë Me lotët e mi u ngatërrua! Çudi si ndjehet ndonjëherë njeriu Krejtësisht i vetëm mes njerëzish turmë, Të digjet shpirti porsi qiriu Vetëm me veten, pa fare zhurmë! Humbur mes turmës në botë pa ngjyrë Me shpirtin djegur, përvëluar, Të kërkosh për një fytyrë Mes qindra të tjerave ngatërruar! Lëshoi dhe shiu të fundit pikë Si gur i ftohtë qëndroi mbi mua, Të t’ shpojë mungesa si të jetë thikë Oh Zoti im, sa shumë e dua! Poezi nga: Bledi Ylli

"It's okay not to trust and be safe.  It's okay to say no and keep boundaries.  It's okay to share and keep some for yourself too.  It's okay to be selfish,make yourself a priority.  It's okay to be scared that means you are about to do something brave.  It's okay to be vulnerable, that means you feel.  It's okay to be sad,you are human too.  It's okay to fall just remember to get up.  It's okay to fail you will learn from it too.  It's okay to be you and do what you wanna do.  Its okay to not have it all figured out.  It's okay to miss someone and not want them in your life."

Hate. the first thing that came to her mind every single day for the past 18 she suffered every day, of being scared of looking into herself. her brain convinced her that her fragile soul, was the servant of perfection. the one who lifts others up, but herself - down.  painfully tired, she stood in front of the mirror, an awful critic, for the last time. she looked down with disappointment. her heart whispered, 'sweetheart, you were gifted with sight, stop letting it get distorted.'  she looked back up. my goodness, would you look at this young goddess, standing here like the monsters under her bed, who kept tearing her down night after night, day after day, saying how she is not good enough for this world, they have won.  Honey. open your eyes. All these details, all these imperfections, they aren’t so imperfect. can’t you see the beauty in them? She stood there, eyes glossed over. the look on her face? that is the look of defeat. she doesn’t know she is invincibl...

Dante ne Komedine Hyjnore shkruante: “Dashuria eshte ajo qe leviz diellin e yjet e tjera.”  Te dashurohesh me te vertete do te thote te hysh ne nje dimension tjeter, te ndryshosh planet ndoshta edhe univers. Do te thote te largosh qendren e botes tende e ta drejtosh drejt nje pike tjeter referimi. Fari i mendjes sone ndriçon nje imazh te vetem dhe gjithe pjesa tjeter mbetet nje sfond i bardhe e i pajete. Ky imazh mbizoteron gjithmone ne qenien tone e eshte perhere me ne, n e pune,ne shkolle,ne udhetime, pra ne cdo cast ai eshte i ngulitur si nje damke ne mendjen e zemrat tona. Une besoj se ne fillojme te dashurojme atehere kur njohim intimitetin shpirteror te personit tjeter, detajet me te vogla te tij gjera qe te tjereve mund tju duken teper te parendesishmee vulgare. Ne fiilojme te dashurojme atehere, kur ne arrijme te kuptojme se si do te vepronte e ne nje situate e se si do te sillej ne nje tjeter pra botekuptimin e tij, kur me nje shikim te vetem arrin ti komunikosh çdo g...

Hej! Të gjeta, pikërishtë këtu doja të të takoja. Përpara pasqyrës ,ku më mirë se këtu mund të takohemi me vetveten. U bë kohë që doja të bëja një bisedë me ty, duke të zhveshur nga gjithçka që mbartë gjatë ditës. Po, po …pikërishtë të të zhvesh nga buzëqeshjet fallco që bëjmë për të mos u treguar njerëzve si ndihemi vertetë,nga mendimet dhe ndjenjat që mbartim brenda zemres.Tani do të bëjmë një bisedë pa make-up …ja kështu si jemi përball njera- tjetrës.Mos më kundërshto po të nisemi me pyetje .Të mos humbasim kohë,të siguroj që do të ndihesh më mirë në fund. Pasqyra;- Kur ke qeshur për herë të fundit? Unë:-Përpara se të më flisje ti ‘qesh’ Pasqyra:-Mos më mashtro, unë të pashë të trishtuar që të thërrita.Të gjesh brenda vetes arsye për të qënë e lumtur. Unë:-Ok,e pranoj , dje me një batutë.. Pasqyra:-E shikon qenka batutë e bukur, që të bëri të qeshësh prapë.. Unë;-Hahaha, po… Pasqyra; -Kur ke qarë për herë të fundit? Unë;- Nuk mbajë mend, sepse ndodh që loti vjen...