… and many more

As I’m approaching 1.000 views I’m thinking it’s time to thank the people who read my posts or listened to the songs on here. The stats tell me that one picture in particular sent the most viewers to my page so here’s thanks to the author of the pic (starry_eyed_kid – don’t know the person but ‘well done mate’ :D). And more thanks to the almost 1.000 people who stopped by (most of them looking like they know a thing or two about broken hearts, feeling broken etc since that’s what they were looking for when probably Google sent them here).

So long story short, here’s the infamous picture

and a gift to you all. Enjoy and come again!

Alone I Break

Hearts and Stuff

Glad to see that the XXX term is no longer the most popular search term that sends people to my page. Instead, broken heart matters seem to direct people here. Not sure if that makes me happy or sad. I’m happy that the quality of my visitors has risen but i’m sad to see that many people struggle with a wounded heart. But then again, that seems to be what life is about. Finding ways to cope with a broken heart and finding ways not to get your heart broken in the first place. I’m not just talking about lovers matters. There are plenty of ways your fragile heart can be wounded. If someone gets close enough to you, they get instant access to the “breaking of your heart service”. That is if you’re young enough, inexperienced enough, naive enough to think that your heart should be exposed. But it seems that if you protect yourself too much, you can’t “taste” many of life’s pleasures (love, closeness, friendship) and if you don’t protect yourself and leave your heart out for everyone to see, you risk getting hurt.

Here’s a poll to see how you guys go about it:

P.S. The beautiful photo above was created by NUFORMS. Thanks for the comment.


Pushing, nudging, pulling, dragging

Hit me when I’m down again

Smile at me and then just rob me

Of the little strength within.

Smile again and ask for peace

Your own peace of mind that is

Ask and give not

Ask and steal

Then place blame

And more conceal.

And I’m here, still here I am

Asking not but keep on giving

Your accessory to living

To push, nudge or pull and drag.

As if

The world as a stage

The skin as a cage

The soul with no age

I’m choking in fear.

The breath as a choke

The world as a joke

The touch as a poke

I’m breathing the fear.

The wind as a flame

The life as a blame

The face as a shame

I’m seeing the fear.

The sight as a blade

The light as a shade

The heart as a spade

I’m running in fear.

The run as a leak

The dream as a peak

The find as a seek

I’m screaming in fear.

The voice as a roar

The feel as a soar

The day as before

I’m living the fear.

The living as dieing

The speaking as lieing

The looking as prying

I’m fearing the fear.

The smile as a cry

The kind as a sly

The take as a buy

I’m treading on fear.