The Literary Bumpkin's Blog

Her Jez ~ Written by Jez's Beshy He was hers was in the past.  Nevertheless still,  He is imprisoned by the agony erstwhile  is now.  Oh how ardous it must  have been!  to him to her To love him in the days to come  Foreseeing that she can't  be in his heart no matter how hard she tries  Because of her in his  So, until when?  Martyr she is! He can't never be hers Because He was hers Even before time,  Today, And by and by.

I Wonder Why Would There Be a Need  For The Sun To Rise  When There is   Absolutely Nothing Brighter  Than Your Smile . . . :'(  I Wonder What  Good Is the Air I Breathe . . . When You Are  That Every Rhythm And Tune That Melds Life  To This Colorless, Bleak, Dissonant Heart. . . Tell Me, Dear,  I plead Why Should There Be Wealth, Pennies and Luxurious Houses Power and Dominion— Name 'em all!— If the chambers  Of contentment Resides in The  Happy Threshold Of Our Friendship? Oh, Let Me In,  As a Slave,  Or Less Yet Than A Friend . .. I've Found In You My Haven in  The Certain Bent Of my Love-Laden Wonderings.

You came from a broken world. A place where there is hardly anyone who’s been. No one understands you save those who came from where you were. You walk along like a stranger—who only toil not for yourself but for the remnants who accompany you in your journey. You realize that life has to be spent in all of its labors for them and for yourself in the least. So when you have these mini foxes trying to lure you to get into your life. You avoided them because they don’t know exactly where you came from. You have indeed a different world—a world when visited provides a perfect portrait of what you were and what you have become. Unless one sees a glimpse of your yesterdays, only then he’d understand you for who you are right now. But whatever sorrows and joys your past has afforded you, dear, I know you have become the best version of yourself now were it not for them. Sometimes, we have to get into all this before we could bridge across the beautiful side of the lake. And

I've had my shares of over-loving a woman so much at the expense of my own self. I once thought that loving a girl in a way that she gets everything she wants would turn out everything just perfect. I really had thought that she would love me back with the same intensity as I did to her. Until time comes where our relationship gets colder and torpid. My ex-girlfriend no longer appreciates the little thing I've made for her. Every gesture of love, so to say, turned out to be just an obligatory thing I am required to do, rather than reckoning it as an undeserved favor she ought to cherish for herself. She did not value it and she just replaced me when she'd had everything she needed from me. My world torn apart, my heart bruised and broken into shards, every splinter that fell off the ground wounded my feet as I walked along the corridors of griefs. And these are my realizations: Don't let your heart manipulate your mind to create the identity of the person so

Every sundown, I usually pay a visit to the nearby shore. I just do nothing but rest atop the edge of the seawall. And have my friendly feet there inextricably crossed, with my firm hands held together aloft my curiously innocent cheeks. In all my solitude, I've begun to appreciate life in all simplicity when I gaze at nothing more save the loveliness of nature. I've found them as another perfect company to slip away from the irksome noise of the world. Apparently, I've begun to love numbering the happy sands of the shore; hearing the chatty waves as they surge their way against the block; you see, fastening my gaze onto the lovely site of the place. It was really amazing. What's more, watching these disheveled naked kids bathing into the grubby saltwater, they made me laugh and fascinated. I've barely laughed from anybody else more than they do to me. Later on, I mulled over at them. Couldn't understand how they were able to paint such lovely smiles

Lay I this laden head  Against this blue uneven desk: Overthinking. Forlorn. Isolated; You must've bowled o'er the crescent moon. How I often sketched you;  those perfect contours of your smile, that honest bitten lips,  that lovely sullen face, Always and always have been,  through the windowpane  of your childish innocence Lovely. O'erjoyed. Contented.  Library was such a vista of ravishing glance! Oh, how I tend to have captured you perfectly When you're not exclusively mine.  Please do run and have fun Savor the freedom Find the perfect one. Your life feasted in exquisite glee Is your greatest gift for me. Seeing you happy means  possessing you entirely ;) 

From over the past centuries, long before the heydays of science and technology, people have been shown from various studies to have been more circumspect and reflective than those who are in the 21st Century. Apparently, the unrelenting technological innovation moves into a considerable speed to the extent that we are bereft of the time and opportunity to probe the product of our technological inventions and discovery. Not only does the fast-rate technological innovation deprive us with deliberate analysis on the advantages and disadvantages it may afford, it also attempts to remodel the structure of our daily life.  "You can take everything from me, but not my smartphone!" says a TCC student. Technology remarkably becomes too ingrained in our DNA, so to speak, that we almost think that life is nothing more, or less than technology saturated. Life becomes harder to live apart from technology any more than for a fish to live away from salt water.  In its pr