Parler Journal

The Talking diary.

PHILOSOPHY OF ETHICAL REASONING -GHETTO STYLE

Show kids love (and I ain’t talking about paedophiles)…
Yea I know it’s been a while you heard this kinda sermon.
Your marriage is your business, but your child is your earning.
Do not make it if you won’t take it.
Do not place it if you won’t raise it - BASIC!
I’m patiently waiting to see my son and my daughter.
Before then, I swear there’d be NO premature slaughter.
If me and his mum had a run and it was fun…
   If I came, Let him come!

- Vector

** T2C album out NOW!!!

    12 : 12 : 12!!!

Adios mi amor

I look at you now and it hits me we’ve always had bad timing.

Four years ago I was single, you weren’t.

Two years ago you were single, I wasn’t.

Even now that we are both single, we still have bad timing.

Life seems to always get in the way.

I say with tears in my eyes “maybe its time we moved on”

You look at me with hope in your eyes willing me to change my mind.

But I can’t.

I wished our story would end with “against all odds….”

But its having a different ending.

So now I have to let go of you….of us….of hope.

I need to walk away now because it hurts too much to hope.

This hope would be the death of me.

So I stand and say adiós mi amor.

Knowing though it hurts now, it will get better.

Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.

—Bob Marley

(Source: observando, via juicychef)

Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

—“Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us,” Shinji Moon (via commovente)

We tell people they are “strong” when we are uncomfortable with their pain and would prefer that they shut up and not bother us with it. To say “but you are strong” is telling someone “I don’t think you should feel that way,” and it’s not a compliment. I don’t think that strength means being invulnerable, or pretending that you are. The belief that silence and stoicism are inherently good qualities is how you end up dressed up like a bat punching criminals in an alley – it’s not a good road to emotional health.
Be sad. Be angry. Let your heart break – in the diner, on someone’s futon, in the park, on the way to the zoo, at brunch, over drinks, in the therapist’s office, on the bus – Wherever it breaks, let it break all the way open, let it run out and down and spread out in a soggy puddle at your feet. Say, “I’m sorry, I can’t listen to you today, my heart is broken. Will you sit with me a while and I’ll tell you about it?“

Say, “I can’t take care of you today, but you can take care of me, and maybe tomorrow I will take care of you, and we can trade off like that for a while, okay?”

Say, “I love you, and I love that you think I’m strong, but I don’t feel like being strong today. I feel like being angry and crazy and sad. Can we go to the movies or just sit here quietly or take a walk or talk about it or not talk about it?“

Your friends may get scared when you do this. If you, the “strong” one can break, what does that say about them? That’s why they push back at you and try to remind you of your strength, when what you need is for them to stand by you in your pain and weakness. They don’t have to solve that pain, they just have to bear witness to it. Maybe they don’t know how – a lot of people don’t know what to do in the face of other people’s pain. They want to fix everything, and if they can’t fix it they feel inadequate. As the “strong” one you can help them out with this by saying “You don’t have to fix it. You don’t have to do anything. Just be with me, and listen, and love me, and I’ll love you back. That’s all I need – to know that you love me, even when I’m sad and scared and don’t know what to do next.”

Captain Awkward, “The lie of ‘strength” (via tillyyyyyy)

Amazing

(via dancingpopsiclestick)

Everyone thinks I’m strong, no one lets me be vulnerable, I snapped at someone last night for projecting bullshit ideas on to me. I’m not always emotional, but I get to feel too, I get to hurt, I get to mourn. Telling me to stop crying and move on when I simply say I’m sad is some right bullshit and the next person to tell me that bullshit line will get their throat ripped out with my fingers.

Folks want their image of the stoic, unemotional and cold me to remain untainted, well fuck you, I’m human.

(via tupsyturvy)

(Source: youreyoungerthanyourealize, via tupsyturvy)

*Author Unknown*

*Author Unknown*

IS IT THAT…

Is it that the world is not large,

   Or that we have made it too small for us.

Is it that the truth is so hard,

   Or that we lift our ego so high.

Is it that our eyes are shut blind,

   Or that we choose to watch things fall apart.

Is it that the wise have gone dumb,

   Or that their words are blown in the air.

Is it that the good don’t talk,

   Or that their raised voice is always their last.

Is it that power kills the conscience,

   Or that we trade our conscience for power.

Read More

Topic of the week: Abusive Relationships
Join Gbemisola and Timini on Rainbow 94.1 fm at 3pm CAT today.
Be a part of the discussion
    by calling: (+234)809 941 9418; (+234)806 291 4850; (+231)808 033 2991
    follow us on twitter @parlerjournal @bemmiex @_timini
    or send your stories to parlerjournal@gmail.com.

Topic of the week: Abusive Relationships

Join Gbemisola and Timini on Rainbow 94.1 fm at 3pm CAT today.

Be a part of the discussion

    by calling: (+234)809 941 9418; (+234)806 291 4850; (+231)808 033 2991

    follow us on twitter @parlerjournal @bemmiex @_timini

    or send your stories to parlerjournal@gmail.com.

"Painful Dream"

The trust was there, but it wasn’t felt.

The pain was felt, and it’s still hurting.

You hurt me in so many ways that I can’t explain.

Don’t know where to begin, explaining how you made me feel.

You turned my smile into tears,

  all of me that I could control now became yours.

The person I was slowly faded,

  the woman I worked hard to become no longer existed.

Read More

Topic of the week, ‘Teenage Pregnancy’..
Tune in to Rainbow 94.1 fm, or listen in at http://yievoip.com/rainbowfm/ 
Call in and be a part of our discussion, with your own advice, suggestions, or just to hear yourself on the radio. Remember, you can also leave your comments here or send us an email at parlerjournal@gmail.com.

xx

Topic of the week, ‘Teenage Pregnancy’..

Tune in to Rainbow 94.1 fm, or listen in at http://yievoip.com/rainbowfm/ 

Call in and be a part of our discussion, with your own advice, suggestions, or just to hear yourself on the radio. Remember, you can also leave your comments here or send us an email at parlerjournal@gmail.com.

xx

waterforbreakfast asked: Is this a Thought Catalogue of sorts? Are pieces submitted by different writers?

Yes yes… Thats exactly what it is. An article is sent to parlerjournal@gmail.com and we post it. Real life experiences

Fart Attack

This has got to be the most embarrassing thing il ever admit to. But here goes. Its a really short tale.

I farted in his face while he gave me head.

He just moved back a little but he kept going. I laughed nervously. We haven’t spoken about it. But it hangs like a dark loom over us. And he don’t give me head no more.

Do I bring it up or let it go? It wasn’t really my fault. There are somethings that the body must release under duress.

Mo

What If…

what if you slept And never woke up,

What if you had A  meal And it was your last,

What if you went on A  trip And never returned,

What if you never achieved your life purpose,

What if you never got married to anyone,

What if you got married to A lousy spouse,

What if you are happily married but childless,

Read More

hit counter
Comments