I'm me,not them!

It just happens that you come from a rich well known family, who cares?,it just happens that you're part of that class and society,so what?, it just happens that you're a citizen from this or that country, it just happens that you have this or that culture, tradition and norm. It just happens that you dress that way, it just happens that you have that type of lifestyle. These are things we don’t get to choose, these are just destinies. I could have been any other girl, that person could have been you.
Does that automatically take away your rights of being an individual? Does it just make you one of many? Does it mean that you can't have your own mind, your own ideas, thoughts, feelings, attitudes and beliefs? Does it mean that you are just an exact copy of every person from your people? Does it mean that you hold every idea they have whether it's wrong or right? Does it mean that you don’t deserve a chance…just to prove you are different?
Its just sad how people stereotype and how they judge. No matter where you come from, what your background is, how rich you are, what your religion is, what you believe in, what you do..you still deserve a chance to prove you are different.
Someone judged me yesterday by what I had, not who I was. It didn’t annoy me that much, I didn’t even reply. I just told a close friend of mine this morning, ''I hate being judged''. It used to upset me a lot when people did that, but now I have come to realize that people do it everywhere to everyone, it's not just me. I just believe strongly in all this.

Maybe..

Maybe there's a smile
Behind those tears
Maybe there's laughter hidden
Within all the fears
Maybe there is hope
Although now, so hard to cope
Maybe there is faith
Maybe there is strength
Maybe you were right
When you said, hold on tight
Maybe hearts would mend
After they were broken
Maybe they'd be told
All the words left unspoken
Maybe it will all be fine
After all this time
Maybe trust would be regained
And left behind will be the pains
Maybe the sadness would be gone
And the warmth would melt the stone
Maybe life will light up these eyes
And forgotten will be all the lies
Wild_Heart

I See..

I'm walking around university. I see so many things. I see girls, I see boys. I see tall, short, thin, fat, dark skinned, white. Some are dressed traditionally, some are dressed casually and some are just dressed to stand out, with their own style of clothes. I see hair that’s long, short, curly, straight, black, blonde, and brown. Hair which has different streaks of all kinds of colors and hair that’s left natural. I see eyes which are big, tiny, blue, brown, green and grey. I also see some which shine out with the strangest colored lenses in them. I see some covered by shades while others are smiling in the sun. I see so many different features and I simply see beauty in every difference. I was reading a piece the other day about the ''measurements'' of beauty and I thought it made no sense. Who's to judge what's beautiful and what's not? Who made the rules? And what gave them the right to do so? If beauty is what they claim it to be, then how come God gave it to some of us and some not? God is fair. Besides, if there are certain measures of beauty, why do different looks become ''fashions'' all the time?
I wear colored lenses for a different look, I've even dyed my hair for a change. The thought of plastic surgery horrifies me though. Why would anyone want to undergo the pain of surgery when not even needed? Wont it be scary to wakeup one day and find out that everyone looks the same?All fake and plastic?I don’t think that people need jobs for their lips, eyes, boobs, thighs, stomachs asses or noses. I don't believe doctors can make you look better than the way you were created and I believe..there's beauty in every single person i see..

A Different Childhood

In the darkness of the cold night
I shiver with fright
I look around
No one to be found
Why did you have to go dad
Whoever took you and made mom sad
My body can't hold any longer
No more I could deal with this hunger
The cold is tiring my fragile bones
I'm feeling scared from this long storm
All I'm asking for is a home
And a sweater, please to keep me warm
Doesn’t it matter that I'm only five?
That I deserve a better life?
Won't someone please care to wipe these tears..
Wont someone chase away the fears..
So silent in this world they stand
For the love of God, people
Where's the helping hand..
Does anyone care about my scars?
I'm just a child, destroyed by war
Wild_Heart

I was walking in campus today, it was cold and windy, I had warm clothes on and my tea was nice, but I wondered as I rushed from the building to another, how children coped with war, with poverty, with hunger, with winter…

A Taste Of Sadness

This misery is a load far heavier than these years
The tears tire these young sad eyes
This fragile heart forgot what joy feels like
These lips miss real smiles
Happiness seems like another world away
An unreachable illusion
The people we wish to have by our sides
Never there
The people we give our hearts to
Step on it and walk away
The people we care about so much
Can't care back
The people we trust
Betray
The people we are always there for
The people we love from all our hearts
And when we are in need
We turn around
And they are nowhere to be found
When we cry
When we are lonely
When we are tired
No one is there
And that's when
We taste sadness
Wild_Heart

Material World

When was the last time you looked down at someone because of what they were wearing? Or what car they were driving? according to their social class? Or depending on how rich they were? Sadly, we all do it at a time or another, don’t we? Not because we mean it…It's just another norm forced by our society. We have become so materialistic that we judge people by what's outside, completely forgetting about the soul that’s in, the much more complex human being with all the different and unique emotions, thoughts, beliefs and ideas. I'm not saying that looks don’t matter, they do, and I'm not saying that money is not important. Most of the time, it is. I'm not judging you if you like Chanel, Cartier or Porsche, a lot of us do. I'm just saying, that if we look closely, if we give a chance to what's inside, we'll realize how naive and shallow we are, caring about the outside…Just a thing to think about..

Let It Rain

Photo By Ga6wa

The skies are clear blue, the sun is shining, the air is warm, the birds are singing, there isn’t a trace of a cloud in the horizon. Isn't that the picture-perfect day? To a lot of people it is, I've noticed. It may sound strange, but that’s not my ideal picture of the heavenly weather. I don’t like sunshine, I don’t like clear skies and I don’t like birds singing…let me explain!
I like dark cold afternoons, I like skies full of clouds, and most of all...I like rain. I think I've said this a million times in my life, but let me say it again…I love rain. I've ran in the rain, I've walked in the rain, I've played in the rain, I've smiled in the rain, I've cried in the rain, I've laughed in the rain, I've sat in the rain for hours until I got wet. For countless times I've looked up at the sky, and tried to taste the raindrops. I've sprawled in my warm room and stared at the rain from the window, with no sound but the drip drops on the glass. I still do all of that, whenever it rains. To me, rain holds a beautiful mystery that a lot don’t see, it amazes me, it simply makes me happy…

Love is..?

I'm sure you’ve asked yourself this more than once. I did. Maybe I'm just 20, maybe I'm too young to know. What is love? Is it something planted by God within us? Or is it just another thing we learn? Is it an illusion? Is it real? Is it something we need? Can we just do fine without it in our lives? Just listen to love songs, there are countless definitions, emotions, and thoughts linked to this single word.
They say love is a miracle, they say love is a blessing, they say it's amazing to be in love. They say a lot of good things about it..then how come a lot of people are ''hurt'' by love? How come people are in love with the wrong ones? How come people break up? How come they get divorced? Weren't they supposed to be ''in love''? If nothing's forever,What about love to eternity? Is it just a lie? Is it an unreachable dream? If so, maybe some marriage vows should be changed to ''Till divorce tears us apart'' instead of ''till death do us apart''.
Sometimes we see people so in love but suddenly love alters, it changes, it disappears, and that may hurt the lives of many. A person is in love with someone this month and someone else the next month. Why is that? Is that possible? Is it right? I was just looking around me..and wondering. People are in love, out of love. People get married, people get separated, people get divorced, all because of love. That takes me back to my question leaving it unanswered. Last year I was asked this exact same question in an English course, and when I now read the essay I wrote back then, I think to myself ''Was I joking?, what on earth was I thinking?''. It's strange how perspectives change..Maybe next year, I'll see it in a different way!

Dear ......

Remember the days,
Memories that faded away,
The times
We ran around
Without a worry to be found
Remember the innocence
The happiness of childhood
And the smiles
Who would ever thought
We'd be separated
By miles..
Remember winter days
How evenings passed away
While we played hide and seek
Without a care in the world
But then it changed
More far away, you moved everyday
You rarely talked
As much as it hurt
Away you walked
You never told me why
You had to make me cry
And I miss having you by my side
Every single day
Wild_Heart

Dreams That Fade

Isn’t it funny how we used to be dreamers?
with dreams way bigger than us
how we hoped
how we wished
how nothing was impossible
there were no limits to what we wanted to do..
no end to what we were going to achieve
we weren’t like the rest, we were born to change
and day by day
as we grow older
the world doesn’t seem so perfect anymore
and the realities of life we get to taste
just disappoint us
dreams faded away
and day after day
they died..

Just The Wonders..

Photo by Uae Latino


To watch the wide sea, thinking of what it holds within,and feel the fresh breeze in your hair.
To smell the warm salty air and enjoy the beauty of the colors as the sun fades in the far horizon.
To draw and write on the soft sand, and then see the waves wash it all away.
To sit in the cold night hugging your warm jacket tight.
And to love every moment of it.
In those minutes, no problem seems that big, nothing is that impossible, there is nothing you cant face.
Just the wonders of a sunset..