Please, Forgive Me If I pass

“Stoping hating me.
Yesterday you liked me just fine.
Today, I trusted you with my thoughts.
Stop hating me you, little dictator.
I’m not a traitor.
Nor will I cater your cries.
What, you want me to lie?
To agree with everything about your life.
I didn’t know you wanted me to be you.
Let’s start cloning the world with your mind.
So no one can ever again deny your essence.
We’ll caress your face and get lost in a bliss.
We promise to never disagree, to never think again.
We’ll have your strengths and your weaknesses.
Perhaps the world will be a better place–
Or maybe its ultimate destruction.
We’ll never know until you clone us all.
Copy and paste, Copy and paste.
Until you make us to your image.
We’ll be you, and you will be us.
What kind o f person wants this?
But there’s only one God.
And I don’t think it’s you.
So, please, forgive me if I pass–
To take my shield and stance.” ~Anaprose

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Friday Song #4 “By Myself”

Today, I chose “By Myself” by Lillywood & the Prick, a French duo: Vocalist Hili Hadida (A French-Israeli) and Parisian guitarist Benjamin Coto.

Even though I’m an introvert, I still like to interact with people. But I believe I’m at the stage where my friends and everyone are moving on to their own paths. They’re building new relationships and have new priorities. Honestly, even I am moving to a new cycle in my life, and I like where I’m headed with my goals. They’re still a work in progress, but the light seems to be shining a bit more each week. And I pray that it continues that way.

Change is difficult for some of us. For other people, it’s easier. At first, it was a little bit frustrating. However, by now, it’s like…eh “Let it be.” What can I do? Shove myself down their throats? Absolutely, not. Life is too short, and the planet Earth has about 7billion people. I’m sure others will come along my path, and still those “others” might not stay for the whole journey.

With that said and without further ado, here’s my Friday song. I hope you like it. You can find the lyrics below the video. 🙂

 

By Myself~ Lillywood & the Prick

Shadows stick out their heads
Faces back from the dead
Things trying to get back in touch, am I really awake?
There are ghosts everywhere
There are ghosts everywhere

I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself

No pain, no pain
No tears, no screams
Faces haunting hallways
Witches in corners, witches
My monsters are trying to speak
They only have nice things to say
There are ghosts everywhere
There are ghosts everywhere

I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself

I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore
I’m sorry I don’t think I need you anymore

Cause I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
I’m well by myself
By myself

http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/lillywoodtheprick/bymyself.html

Thank You 300+ Followers

Hello, all. I wanted to take the time to say thank you to every single follower, both WordPress and E-mail followers. I truly appreciate it. I never imagined reaching 100, let alone 300+ followers. I am especially thankful for those who take the time to comment and share my blogs here or on any other social media. Your likes make my day. 🙂balloons-343246_1920

Speaking of which, you can follow me at my new Facebook account Ana P. Rose. I created it because, well, I’ve had more support from “strangers” and “acquaintances” than people I’ve known for years. And that’s okay. Every writer has its own audience. (Of course, I do have few friends or my sisters who constantly show their support). For my new Facebook account, the goal is to build a positive and supportive followership, like here! teddy-2061222_1920

So feel free to add me and if you’d like to talk about writing or anything in general, please, feel free to message me. Let’s chat! Here’s my email address: anaprose2016@gmail.com

I’ve mostly had male requests, which is perfectly fine as long as they’re respectful. But I hope to get women followers as well. A combination of both would be nice (hehe).

 

 

 

A Letter to Silence…

Oh, Dear, Silence:

I use to dread your presence as a child. Mainly due to the fables told by those evil adults. Now, I’m grown, and I long for you. The world is loud and crowded. Even white noise bothers me at times. I rest on the floor allowing my body to surrender fully to gravity. I picture myself sinking to the depths of my innermost thoughts and desires, welcoming anger and bitterness.silhouette-2208079_1280

Another me rises. She tells me to be patient. She tells me to let go. She tells me to forgive for that’s the reason He died and rose, to forgive, to grow anew. Every time we sit in silence to meditate, it’s a newly learned person. It’s another you. The people who thought they knew you will no longer know you.

Most pursue desires and individuals. And who isn’t enchanted by desires? Who doesn’t need the company spooning your fears? However, how will we ever grow if we don’t confront those fears? The company of the self brings forth a genuine person in you, a true friend. Your friend shows you the path toward your dreams and goals. It’s true what they say, ‘Work hard. Be focused. The right people will come.’ But be your friend first to know when to stay and when to walk away. Money and material gain are secondary–possibly even tertiary. Are they even important at all? Only because we live on this Earth they have to have a place in our life. But they should never stand ahead of our aspirations and loved ones. The richness of the spirit, mind, and soul are gold.

Respectfully,

An Introvert.

Friday Song #3 “Fuiste Tu”

Hello,  everyone! I’ve been busy writing, mainly editing, a collection of short stories for my M. A. English portfolio. I’m running late on it. So I forgot about the Friday song.  This week I chose “Fuiste Tu” (It Was You) by Ricardo Arjona a Guatemalan singer-songwriter. This is a duet with Gaby Moreno, another Guatemalan singer. They’re both very talented artists. She’s also a singer-songwriter. Gaby learned English by listening to English music, which is quite impressive! She studied music in the United States. I’ll post something of hers later.

I’m a big fan of duets. I love them! So this is one of my favorite Spanish duets. I’ll post the video below. The video was recorded in Antigua, Guatemala. I will also paste the lyrics in English below the video. It’s not my translation by the way. They’re roughly accurate.

Ricardo is considered the Latin Bob Dylan because his lyrics are powerful and poetic. But I have to say…it sounds better in Spanish. 👍😂

P.s

One of my followers informed that sometimes you can’t leave a comment. But I think I fixed it. If you can take the time to say hi, post a little smiley face, or whatever you feel comfortable with, I’d appreciate it. It’s so I know that I fixed my comment section. If you can’t, reach me on Twitter @anaprose or Instagram @chibi_roze

Thank you!

It Was You (Fuiste)

Versions:

It was you

To have you was your pictures in my wallet

A kiss and seeing you disappear on the road,

Yours was the intermittent and the melancholy

Mine was to accept everything because I loved you

Seeing you arrive was light, seeing leave was blues

It was you

It goes without saying that needless to say, so many things

learn to love the thrones or don’t accept the roses

I never told a lie or created a blackmail

The gray clouds also form part of the scenery

Don’t look at me like that, if there was a guilty one here

It was you.

**

how easy was it touch the sky the first time

when the kisses where the motor of ignition

that turned on the light, that disappears

That’s how love disguises its self for its convenience

Accepting everything without asking questions

And letting time, be the final death

Nothing more to say,

just to insist

Say it….

It was you,

The neon lights in the street, know how tired I am

They have seen me walk barefoot at dawn

I’m in between of who I am and who you want me to be

Wanting to wake up, thinking how I really don’t want to

Don’t look at me like that, if there was a guilty one here

It was you.

**how easy was it touch the sky the first time

when the kisses where the motor of ignition

that turned on the light, that disappears

That’s how love disguises its self for its convenience

Accepting everything without asking questions

And letting time, be the final death

Nothing more to say,

just to insist

**how easy was it touch the sky the first time

when the kisses where the motor of ignition

that turned on the light, that disappears

That’s how love disguises its self for its convenience

Accepting everything without asking questions

And letting time, be the final death

Nothing more to say,

just to insist

It was you.

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/fuiste-tu-it-was-you.html-0

Escaping Reality

She’s never been daddy’s Little Princess.
She doesn’t know what the fuck girls mean when they say,
“I always wanted to be a princess on my wedding day.”
She thinks, “I just want to find love.”

He’s never said, “Hey, I’m proud of you.”
Instead, his dark eyes look at her with a peculiar look,
Like she’s an alien and not a princess.
Certainly, she must speak a different language.

She’s a dreamer brought to a lowly state of reality.
Dreams live too far away from planet Earth.
Earth is art itself but filled with entrepreneurs.
“But I too take risks,” she thinks, “Just different ones.”

Perhaps she belongs to another planet.
She can never look or talk like a princess here.
So she must walk into the sun—
Until she can find a kingdom for her fallen crown.

Or maybe she’s an alien forever roaming the universe.
If she walks close enough to the sun, she’ll burn.
But what if that’s her kingdom?
A bright and daring road, “Again, I’m escaping reality.”

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Friday Song #2: “Roses and Violets”

Hello, there. A few weeks ago I posted one of my new favorite songs, “Liability,” by Lorde. So that gave me an idea–to post every Friday a song that I like to share with you. And of course, if you have a favorite song, please share it. I’d love to listen to it!music-995262_1920.jpg

Well, this week I am choosing “Roses and Violets” by the band Alexander Jean. The band players are Bc Jean and Mark Ballas. It’s a beautiful song. Mark is multi-talented and plays the guitar like nobody’s business, plus he sings. Bc Jean has some powerful vocals and a rather sultry voice. I love every single one of their songs. But here’s one of my favorites. I hope you like it. Tell what ya think. 😀

I’ll post a song in Spanish next week. Stay tuned. Music, the language the connects with us without understanding the language of a different culture.

 

I abhor… 

I abhor those certain moments of silence. Because silence speaks. A polite disagreement. Too afraid or too apathetic to reply. That moment of silence demanding a change of subject. 

I abhor the faint and polite chuckle reminding us that times have changed. We’ve returned to acquaintances–with an even more aggressive politeness. 

I abhor the speedy escape away from my presence. Why were you here at all? Just as a reminder of the past, haunting me. 

Oh, that hesistant voice, thinking, “how do I let her go?” Just waiting and praying for the obvious signs to be seen. Waiting for the politeness to circle around. 

Finally, “I ought to let you go.” Thank my lucky stars. Polite goodbyes. 

You Can Open Up A New World for Someone

One of the most popular thoughts that I hear from people is, “Do you” or “Worry about yourself” or “Do as you will.” I see it all over on social media. While I do believe that we need to focus on the self for physical and mental health, I think we need a balance. How can we think simply about ourselves all the time? We pick and choose who we want to make happy. I think that’s pretty easy. But what if we offer our time to someone we don’t love, such as a stranger? What kind of other worlds or other people can we open up to? Who can we reach out today?

About two years ago, one of my uncles died. He lived in the U.S while his wife lived in Guatemala. They arranged to visit a few times a year, and they took turns. His wife, or my aunt, was a literature and history professor in her country, Guatemala. Now, this is the interesting part, I’ve never met her. She claims that she met me when I was just a child. But I don’t remember her at all.

My aunt recently visited, and she was a complete stranger to me. My family and I tried to make her feel welcomed. I had an instant connection with her. The conversations flowed without friction or tension. Oh, the conversations we had! She challenged me, and I learned a lot from her—a brilliant woman. heart-1745300_1920

She’s advance in age, mid 70’s. Her mind is a treasure, and I feel very lucky to have a relative, other than my immediate family, that I can relate to—mainly because I like to learn. She opened up a new world of authors and fiction. I thought, “So much I don’t know.”

At some point, we had a family gathering, and this time it included my aunt. My dad read a few chapters of the Bible, and then we prayed. By the time we opened our eyes, my aunt had cried. My aunt said that she hadn’t felt so much love in a long time—this was a few days before her flight back home.

She also admitted that she had given up on life and wished for death. Of course, we all felt concerned at such confession. She quickly promised that she didn’t feel the same way because we had given her a reason to live again—to want to go out on walks and join a yoga class.

I was also shocked when she declared that we helped expand her mind, opening up a new world. I thought, “On the contrary! I’ve learned a lot from you.” I believe her mind expanded because we embraced and appreciated her brilliant mind.apple-570965_1920.jpg

By the time she needed to go back home, we all promised that we’d be there to say goodbye, so we were up early before the sun. Once again she cried and told us how much she loved us. When the sun began to peak while she stood by the doorway, I stared at her. She looked about thirty years younger, and she moved a lot faster than when I first saw her. Her face shined, and she looked healthier as a whole. We have exchanged numbers, and we promised to keep in contact.

My aunt stated that she wondered what she would do about her book collection once she dies. Now, she knew exactly who to inherit the valuable collection—me. This filled me with mix emotions of joy and sadness. Also, for personal reasons, she needs to visit the Unites States twice a year for two months. But she no longer has to worry about feeling alone when she visits.

She does live by herself back home. Her only son lives in Spain. And she says her friends have forgotten about her. But she and I have a deal; we’re going to mail each other books to have more talk about over the phone and when she visits.

Depression and stress can deteriorate a person. But when we offer love and our presence (make time) instead of pushing a people away, this is the best way to bring a person back to life—because people can live and be dead. There’s no better feeling than to see a person completely surrendered to depression come out of it. I’ve seen it before. I’m eager to see what else I can learn from my aunt. I also can’t wait until the end of the year when she returns.

Good day, all!

Blurred

The lines are so blurred.

Dark lies equal to white lies.

White lies harmonize with truth.

Fragmented stories.

You look in the mirror and lie.

The truth is buried 6 feet down under.

We all bow to a chaotic world.

These lies so embedded in the skin sleep tightly?

Sleep deprivation no longer agitates the conscious.

What’s wrong is right, and what’s right is wrong.

Nothing makes sense.

No one makes sense.

And yet it’s okay—to live happily.

You look me in the eye with a veil.

And you dare say it’s your truth.

It’s a lie.

Your truth.

Mine.

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Lorde’s “Liability” Song

Hello, all! I just wanted to share this song by Lorde, “Liability.” She’s only 20 years old, but I like her music a lot. And I love her new singles, the other one is “Greenlight”]. But “Liability” is a beautiful and a sad song. I’ve listened to it several times now and will continue to do so.  Besides all the other emotions, it sounds like an introvert’s song. What say you? Do you agree? I posted both the lyrics and the Youtube links below this message. Enjoy! I hope you like it. 🙂

“Liability”

One, two

Baby really hurt me
Crying in the taxi
He don’t wanna know me
Says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm
Says it was poison
So I guess I’ll go home
Into the arms of the girl that I love
The only love I haven’t screwed up
She’s so hard to please
But she’s a forest fire
I do my best to meet her demands
Play at romance, we slow dance
In the living room, but all that a stranger would see
Is one girl swaying alone
Stroking her cheek

They say, “You’re a little much for me
You’re a liability
You’re a little much for me”
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I’m a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I’m a little much for
E-a-na-na-na, everyone

The truth is I am a toy
That people enjoy
‘Til all of the tricks don’t work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it’s exciting
Running through the night, but
Every perfect summer’s
Eating me alive until you’re gone
Better on my own

They say, “You’re a little much for me
You’re a liability
You’re a little much for me”
So they pull back, make other plans
I understand, I’m a liability
Get you wild, make you leave
I’m a little much for
E-a-na-na-na, everyone

They’re gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
You’re all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun