Design a site like this with WordPress.com
Get started

TOMORROW

tomorrow is a promise is a promise made today.

tomorrow is all the goals and dreams you have planned today

tomorrow is a gift that you wished to receive today.

so live today knowing you’re gonna love tomorrow.

take some time to smell the flowers , let the sun play on your skin.

for when tomorrow comes, the wind will blow them away and the will cover the day.

love today like you won’t live for tomorrow

go for that camel ride, kiss that boy you like!

or maybe take hike!

for Tomorrow starts today

so, live Today, to know tomorrow.

Advertisement

WHAT IF

what if we danced,

like we never knew tomorrow,

like we weren’t afraid of what was coming.

what if we loved…

loved like we knew what it was.

without any expectations, filters and fears.

what if we just kept falling…

into a long web of possibility

waking up knowing that everything you can achieve…

what if we just be truly who we are

broken, lovely of art

loved and hated

imperfectly perfect, pieces of art.

I Don’t Want To Be That

I don’t want to be another girl that was accepted by everyone else because she suppressed who she was to fit in.

I don’t want to be just another character in the narrative.

A pityful story of how unfair the world is. A conversation that no one is ready to have because its just TOO MUCH

I want to be ME.

A rebellious movement against the limitations that anxiety set for me. A pain in perfection’s neck. A systematic error in the society’s face.

I want to be ME regardless of what the world says I can not be. I want to be a me that knows what I want and stands by it. I want to be ME that is strong, beautiful, and ambitious.

I want to be TOO MUCH and I am not going to let anything stop me.


This is the third and final part of the three part series entitled THAT GIRL. If you didn’t get the chance to read the first two segments, you can access them on our previous.

In this last segment, I wanted to capture story of every time I was told NO and I shouldn’t have been okay with it. The truth is that I felt I had to be because I didn’t see any other option. However, certain things are just meant for you and there will be so many negative voices against your attempt to break the system. So you just keep going, not for anyone else but you.

I hope you were enlightened by this series and I hope to hear your feedback on what thoughts in the comments section.

Lots of love

Tessie ❤️

Incomplety That Girl

This girl plays it safe, sits on the fence, while everyone gets their hands dirty.
This girl can’t take a risk. She is too dream of everything she could be.
This girl knows how to fake it.
She wears her smile so well, you can’t tell it’s plastic not even the hottest truth can melt it.
This girl is broken
And she hides it so well throughout the day but when she is alone at night and the thoughts of she really is find their chance to crawl out of the closet, she cries her little eyes out.
You don’t know it and you won’t see it, the tireless effort to patch up every tear on her skin.
The constant reassuring voice that she longs to hear once more, has suddenly faded away.
Now all she has left are thoughts.


This is the second part of the three part series entitled THAT GIRL and if you have not read the first one please free to check it out in our previous post.

Remember to always tell the story of your scars.

Love Tessie ❤️

To Be That Girl

Can I be more like her?
Can I walk into a room and capture everyone’s attention?
Can I fearlessly look at the world and tell it I’m not afraid like she does?
Can I speak with my voice and be heard?
Just like her,
That girl that sits in the back of my mind waiting for her release from this prison.
That girl that is unfiltered, loud and unafraid.
That girl who throws her heart on her sleeve even though she knows it might break.
She is not just the crack in the glass ceiling, she is the entire force that breaks it.
She is everything I would like to be and more.
The girl I dream to be.
Me.


This is the first part of a three part series entitled THAT GIRL. It is a collection of stories from different perspectives of a lady’s transitions through different phases of her journey to finding herself.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Remember to always tell the story of your scar

Love Tessie ❤️

The Beauty Within

The glare of light cut right through her fears and exposed a self that she did not want the world to know.

A vessel that felt incomplete was finally mended.

Every crack was filled with truth and a new beauty shones from within.

A skin scared with but still beautiful. A soul that had drugged through the mud a thousand times and yet she stood proud with her head held high. Because at this point no one could tell her who she was but her.

Little Happy Thoughts

You drive me crazy and I love it.

It reminds me so much of what it means to be free.

You take me to different worlds around me. Places I wouldn’t see without you.

You make me happy.

Like Pooh with a bowl of honey.

Me llevas a diferentes mundos a mi alrededor. Lugares que no vería sin ti.

Love’s Last Dance

I don’t know how much time you and I have left together and in all honesty, I do not want to.
Because the truth is, we might not make it of here alive and so if we don’t, if this last time you and I get to be together, please take my hand and don’t let go.
Waltz with me in what might be the very last moment of our lives to the tune of a song our souls sing to each other.
For you know just as much as I do that we have nothing left to lose but time.
So why don’t we?

Dance


Like people who are not afraid to lose it all, because we are not.

Hold on tight to me as we move to the tune the time, the little bits of it that we have left.
Keep your eyes locked on mine as I hold on to this memory that I won’t live to share.
To a moment that I hold on to with breath.

Dance with me lover
One
Last
Time.

Pain (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Pain is a muse;

She has inspired me more times than I can count.

She has driven me beyond the bounds of my capacity,

And when pain hit too hard, she even inspired a way out.

Pain is my dear friend;

We have our good times and the opposite.

And sometimes she makes a painful point

But I’d never dare to oppose it.

Pain has a tendency;

To leave quickly and unannounced.

Never staying too long

Before she’s no longer around.

But pain is like a boomerang;

She always comes back to me.

No matter how far she goes,

She always comes back eventually.

BY : PHANUEL AYELUM

%d bloggers like this: