Friday, November 4, 2011

Letting go and forgetting is two different things

Sometimes in life, we're forced to choose between the letting go and forgetting. . . . 
We might think they're from the same world but they're not.




Letting go of something means you giving up on something you really want or love but is forced to be parted with it. Letting go of something means you're completely free from it but you'll still remember the moments before you let go of it.




Forgetting something is another a totally different thing that hurts us more than letting go. We may not want to get rid of it, we may still want to get hold of it. But we were destined by GOD to forget about it. Forgetting something means losing something without turning back. There are no roads for us to go back to the same path we forgot. Forgetting means getting rid of something permanently.





Some may say it's the same because they think forgetting about something means letting go. But it's not. Letting go is getting away from something you choose to get away from; forgetting is getting away from something you did not choose to get away from.


You can remember the things you let go but not the things you forgot. 





Now, in this situation, I choose to forget. 
Maybe I'll think about it sometime later but I'll make my mind listen to my heart again and try not to think of him.

Joyerse. K

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Beautiful

beau·ti·ful

  [byoo-tuh-fuhl]
–adjective-
having beauty having qualities that give great pleasure or satisfaction to see, hear, think about, etc.; delighting the senses or mind.
Is being beautiful something a girl would want all her life? Sadly, my answer's YES.
Why does every girl want that? Is being beautiful that a powerful thing? Does everyone deserve to be beautiful?
Being beautiful is what we think is on the outside but not in the inside. Beauty captures people's heart by making an impression on others. For example boys. Everyone wants to be loved and liked but that puts us girls on a test. 
We girls never understand how guys work. And vice-versa. Sometimes we get a chance to be something we are not and we don't hesitate to be someone we're not. All of these things we do is cause of the people we want to amaze. Because of this, we girls usually lose ourselves - our inner selves. 
Every single soul in this planet is beautiful. Not one of us to less attractive or more attractive than the other. Just believe in yourself that beauty lies within the soul. That beauty is something that GOD has already given you since the day you were born. That being beautiful may be great but being yourself is something even greater. 

Joyerse.K

Sunday, May 29, 2011

A funeral that I would like to attend...


If there was any funeral in the world that I would attend...it would be my own funeral.
I am not one who seeks to end life in an early stage.
But I am one that seeks to watch my own funeral happen.

I wish I am up in the reddish-orange skies,
I am wearing a white dress with white pumps.
Do I wish I was a angel?
Maybe not?
Maybe I was wearing white to represent the innocence of the life that I was living in.

People that I know,
People that I care,
People that I know loved me,
Will be busy preparing my big event.
Some might cry,
Some might smile remembering the moments when I was alive,
While some I hope was sincere enough to look at me one more time.

I see my father, my mother, my brothers, my relatives, my friends, my teachers.
As I look down from the sky,
I noticed it was drizzling in planet earth,
It was no act of GOD,
It was the act of a girl who misses what was lying beneath.
It was the act of a girl who is crying over the things she knows is important to her.

Everyone had words from their hearts to say to me.
I hope all of them was truly from their own hearts.
They do not need a piece of paper in their hand,
But amazing memories that I once shared with them.

After everyone has said their part,
I wish people I loved and loved me
Will leave roses that are colored with deep red by my side.
I could even smell them from above.

I would want to see all of that happen.
I would want to see the people that cares enough to attend it.

But it does not mean I want to end life now.
It is too early to hope for that.
And I hope that this do come true at the right time, at the right place.

Joyerse.K

Friday, May 27, 2011

You might be the one for me....

You are the guy that everybody likes.
You are the guy that every girl wants.
You are the guy that every boy envies.
You are the guy that I like.

Was it your humorous personality?
Was it your eyes that oh so glisters beneath the sun?
Was it your lame jokes that oddly makes me smile?
Was it your as-a-matter-of-fact witty answers?
Was it your hands that I feel like holding whenever I see them?

I conclude that there are many things I like about you.
But why now?
Why must it be me?
Why oh why must it be you?

Am I dumb or just not too careful to like you?
Maybe both.
I have to admit...
Liking you is the biggest mistake in my life.

Joyerse.K

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Foolish me

I know I was foolish to fall for you,
But I wasn't the only one.

I was living in pain,
Trying to decide whether I was the one
Who deserve to be with you.

She came over one night,
Begging to give up the only chance,
To be with you.

I know I was foolish to fall for you,
But I was even more foolish to let you go.

As I looked at myself in the mirror,
I saw not me,
But a fool who gave up a chance on love.



Saturday, December 18, 2010

Love song

If I could sing you a love song
And you would fall for me
Then that would be the greatest thing God has ever done for me.

But then life would be too easy
Everyone would not be hurt
Everyone would be living a fairytale life.

My love song would be hand-written by me
No copying from anyone else
Because I want it to be special for you.

If I were to sing you a love song
I would bring my guitar along with me
And sing it with all my heart
I would be sitting on your porch with you
Letting my fingers magically dancing on the guitar.

If I were to do that
I would hope for only one thing from you
It is for you to kiss me when I finish.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

The dream

Last night,
I dreamed a dream.
I was lying beside you on an empty field.
The field was filled with roses.
Although it hurts but I felt that I was the happiest girl in the world.

We were watching the skies above us.
Suddenly you stood up,
And you started running across the field.

I ran after you.
I felt as though you were running away from me.

You ran and ran.
I wanted to stop but I was scared I might lose you.

Then you stopped.
I was glad that you finally stopped.

But it wasn't over.
Two doors suddenly appeared in front of you.

You turned around to face me.
You told  me to choose one of the doors.

I looked into the door on the left.
I saw myself talking to you on recess.
I finally confessed my feelings to you.
But you were laughing.
You were laughing at me for being so stupid to think that you would like me.

I was in awe. 
It was one of my greatest fear.
To not have someone to like you back.

Then I looked into the door on the right.
I saw you and a girl.
You two seemed like a couple.
I felt like my heart was ripped out.
It hurts to see you with another girl.

I didn't want to choose.
I was happy being in my own fantasy.
Although I know I was bound to wake up some time later.

Both doors will lead me to the same place
A place where I'm heartbroken
And I'm heartbroken because of you.