Words Burn

What a beautiful warm Sunday it is. Take a few hours to do absolutely nothing today, if that's possible. A break from work. A break from arguments. A break from noise. A break even from this damned smartphone. A long quietness. Let your spirit recover through silence, and silent appreciation of your being. It is the perfect day to pay compliments for those you love as well. I wish you a beautiful day.

Self-love is a cute little substitute term for selfish.

The more exes you have, the more exes you'll have.

The best revenge is to be unlike who did the damage.

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Susie Suh и Robot Koch – Here with Me

I've heard this week, and I'm paraphrasing, "Self control is a better gift to give to your children than self-esteem." In most cases, I think this is true. A person is better off knowing how to battle lust, porn, masturbation, self-pleasure, than having a confident smile, which has no real value to it other than looking good. A person who can control his impulses and work diligently, walking the extra mile, is far more reliable than somebody who feels happy and satisfied and enough. Self-control is the ability to tell yourself no, when whims and desires try to overwhelm and wash you away. Aside from being immeasurably useful, self-control looks sexy too. How blessed is the woman who marries a man with a great level of self-control. He who can preserve his special love only for her. Who can look at other gorgeous women and keep a level head. She looks at him and she sees how all whims and desires bow at his feet, how all tremble at his presence, because he is the one in charge. He decides what happens and when. Then look at the man who is not in control. He is under the control of whims. He is in pain, and he doesn't have the power to say no. He does what the whims and desires tell him to. He drowns in regret, and then go after it again. If only parents worked hard to plant self-control in their children's hearts, instead of trying to make them feel enough... I bet that would make a difference. #small_words

Kiss the middle of my chest and trail south slowly I've chosen to feel you, and it's gonna be you only Mean your kisses, as if every kiss is special on its own Make me forget horrors that the weekdays have thrown Your presence tends to the wounds in the soul Not one other woman can carry out your role Be generous with your kisses, for Sunday has arrived I've been craving all week, desperately deprived The melody of your moans are better than of singers Calm me with delicate touches from your loving fingers Trap me in your gaze as you uncover your breasts How healing you make it be, Sunday in our nest #rhyme #small_words

A veil has been lifted from my eyes, And now I can see how I was blind. Bottomless was the pond in which I drowned, I was lost within myself never to be found I want to blame those who were around me Those who stayed quiet as I sunk in a dark sea To the one who spent his life where light was absent, Describing light would require more than just talent How would you teach vision to a blind man? No, somethings cannot be taught... Somethings are given, gifted, revealed, A veil has been lifted, and my ill has been healed. Now I can see, And I see petals and leaves clothing vast fields And over there is the good tree, with all the fruit that it yields I see sun rays kiss your oiled thighs to glitsen Your red lips dance with flair, And then warm voice fills the air, Which stills my heart, and I'm in awe as I listen I see reflections and sparkles playing in your eyes, Pearls so great in their depth, greater than the skies I see your cheeks ripen into a soulful smile Forgive my staring, darling, I've been blind for a while #rhyme #excerpt

The Hours Before Dawn A tortured heart is living right under my chest It beats, It beats, It beats on me hard, so that I figure out what's next When I figure it out, there arise seven more issues, Demanding more sweat and blood from my tissues. It's starting to get under my skin, like a parasite It's always when I'm completely unprepared to fight When I'm at peace, resting in my secluded lair, That the snakes begin setting elusive snares They're so ignorant Insomuch as they don't know what is going to awaken As soon as my peace and my solitude has been taken Their dream is to fill their red cups with my blood And drink from my vitality, saying, "In the mud, "Yes, deep in the mud we buried him alive. "Let us fuck and rejoice, for he no longer thrives." This is all but a dream that'll drown, along with their wives. And their sons and daughters, their hearts will be staved. It'll be with an enormous smile that I'll pile earth on their graves— My heart fat with gladness, pushing in my spade. After they fall in the pit, all their names will fade. #rhyme

Demons and angels have been used too metaphorically in our age that they're no longer thought of as individual spiritual entities, but let's do a thought experiment. Assume these things to be true for a moment: * That angels and demons exist and many of…

Smell of your scent and Silence in our room, on a Sunday morning Small smile lingering on our faces As if we're monks in deep meditation Scribbling my heart out on my custom-folded pages Songs of praise in my heart, Sorrow of the week replaced by a beautiful…

Smell of your scent and Silence in our room, on a Sunday morning Small smile lingering on our faces As if we're monks in deep meditation Scribbling my heart out on my custom-folded pages Songs of praise in my heart, Sorrow of the week replaced by a beautiful start #excerpt

Empty people tend to call people empty. Hurt people tend to hurt people. Thankfully, there are enough cheerful people to restore faith in humanity.

Demons and angels have been used too metaphorically in our age that they're no longer thought of as individual spiritual entities, but let's do a thought experiment. Assume these things to be true for a moment: * That angels and demons exist and many of them are here * That they are watching us at all times * The more bad you do, the more you're giving the demons permission to influence (or enter into) you and do more bad * The more good you do, the more you're giving permission God, the Lord of angels, to work through you to do more good Assuming the above statements to be true, would you keep masturbating, or lying, or fornicating, or killing, or envying, or gossiping, or puffing up your chest? It's very hard to keep watching porn when you know an angel is towering over you, seeing what you're doing, or when you are sure that a demon is smiling when you're quarreling and losing temper. What the watchful and all-seeing eye of God is capable of when you believe in Him is MAGICAL. Now one of my belief in the past, which I've changed, was this. If somebody needs a god to be good, then they weren't a good person to begin with. That statement isn't really as smart as it sounds like. In one scene, there was this man, and he approached Jesus, saying, "Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?" Instead of answering directly, Jesus said, "Why do you call me good? Nobody is good, save one, that is God." (1/2)

Feeling love is cool, but try doing love.

I can't believe this needs to be said, but saying hello upon entering a room is sort of mandatory. You're just gonna sit and begin laughing at the jokes as if you were here all along? Are you mad?

A woman's demand is complex and yet simple. Lead and dominate her, but at the same time she's your queen.

We think light and darkness as opposites, but that's not a good way of seeing it. Light and darkness are not opposing forces. Rather darkness is the non-existence of light. Darkness is something that waits for light to be no more. Light has a real substance to it, while darkness is just whatever is when light is not. Light's existence in no way depends on darkness, but for darkness to exist, there must be no light. So light doesn't require the permission of darkness to exist. It can penetrate and reign over a place that's been dark for a while with no issue. Same cannot be said for darkness, for darkness is at the mercy of light. Now why does this matter to me at all? In the same way I used to think that light and darkness are equal opposing forces, I also used to think the same about good and evil. And my mind couldn't handle it the first time I realized the real nature of good and evil. To be continued... #small_words

I feel tension between men and women. I feel as if they have started worrying too much about being equal, or who's better, or whose problems are worse, that they have forgotten to dance as one. If I utter anything bad a woman did, I'm "mansplaining". If I utter anything bad a man did, I'm "simping" for women. And if I point to these retards that they need to relax, they show me how right they are to be mad at me. They act as if there is a side to take. The prime concern is being proven right. These people are blind to the fact, which is that there are no winners in arguments. And they're angry, so angry; they even popularized phrases like "triggered" and "raging", which point to their lack in stability, but they seem to exhibit pride in losing control. I have been wondering what this divide is about, and one Greek word appears to mind: Diabolos (sound familiar?), and it's interesting, because the word comes from the verb diabolain. Diabolain - to tear apart