While scrolling up and down my recent updates earlier today,this caught my eye.."i will not tap my friend's ex or a guy she's tapping or a guy she likes" the author,one of my close friends whose beauty is summed in a lil over 4 feet of height(this is to show that everyone regardless of your calibre is subject to the matter)reminded me that she's speaking from experience.it occurred to me how indeed her friends have chosen a temporary spark of what may or may not be love over friendship.
Her smile radiates joy in a room at any given time and her squeaky laugh genuinely suggests "i am happy".and so just by what meets the eye you'd never ever deem her a victim of 'go zubulelwa'.
in latter day,some follow 'the girl code' which constraints us from crossing boarders we ought not to for the sake of friendships.question is,is it practical?or better yet,is it worth it?
When the issue is raised,different opinions come up such as 'it depends','the girl code doesn't exist' or 'it only applies in certain cases'.my opinion; there's a bottom line to it and its simple.IF IT IS CAPABLE OF HURTING YOUR FRIEND, THINK TWICE ABOUT IT.you should know where your friend stands most of the time,if not..communication is key.you should know what hurts them and what makes them happy.
It is common instinct not to mess with your friends boyfriend,for very obvious reasons.is it okay to date your friend's ex?the matter stands to be debated.note you do not need your friend's permission to date any guy,however in respect to her ex,if you value the friendship you'll consider her feelings.and in the event that you both like the same guy,talk it over...whose chances are looking up?friendships are about sacrifices.would you feel right allowing your friend to miss an opportunity exposed to her?learn and agree that in this world we win some and lose some,and move on.its easier said than done,definitely...but where there's a will,there's a way.
in conclusion,id like to honour her for handling the situations better than many out there would have.i personally don't believe in 'the girl code'...i feel its just your sub-conscience,your values and your personal beliefs brought forward and at the end of the day,its up to you to do right.
xo,TheFashionPoet
"Abstract art with the color fAshion and a deeper shade of stylE."
Tuesday 23 April 2013
Sunday 21 April 2013
Iv Loved And Iv Lost
i had a friend,a partner in crime,fashion,laughter and sorrow
i had a sister,a soul to confide in with my insecurities,with my life
i had a dream that one day id be her maid of honour and she'd be mine
i had a nightmare where i saw a blur on both our faces and between us was a very thick line...
i mean, i knew boys come and go but i honestly thought friends would be there for a while..if not forever.prolly cause iv never lost a friend, not even to death....and it strikes to be very ironic how the 'strongest' friendships are brought to shutter by the tiniest things....figuratively and literally.
i spent hours questioning the real cause of the split,weary days to sleepless nights.
everytime i gave the matter thought,i felt a lump of emotion clogg my throat...
...and yess,i wept for what had been profound in my life for a little more than two years
i had learnt to live with what i believed were her character flaws,corrected her were necessary
and besides,it never bothered me much as it was never in my offence...but when my nightmare took stage...i guess we both learnt each others truth.
i would see visions of the words she threw at me and those i threw at her and asked myself if it was necessary.other times i told myself i should have jus ignored the offence i picked from her provocations and maybe we'd still be friends...but when i came back to myself,i realised it was too late.
i had this very precious gold bracelet that i treasured so much and one day i accidentally put it in water and what i thought was real gold began to rust and dismantle.i cant help but relate this encounter to my lost friendship...real things defeat challenges...real gold will never rust in water just as real friendships should withstand tests.the very last word she ever said to me 'whatever' is the very first trace of rust that i had seen on my gold bracelet...she left no room for reconciliation and so i questioned if it was ever real.....my question remains un-answered.
for a couple of weeks i strived to fix things...in my sleep,i'd dream of our reconciliation and i'd always wake up in a bittersweet mood...faced by reality.
and then came a time when i decided my life must move on...i taught myself how to digest and egest pain...and its a life lesson learnt.i acknowledged the fact that i played a part in destroying it,if i had never put the bracelet in water,it would still be intact(atleast for some time)...
and so,i finally threw in the towel,walked out of the past and stepped into the future.
i learnt to laugh, to smile and to love again.
if you ever stumble upon this, do hear my inner voice that is shadowed by my pride...i really am sorry that we'r no longer friends,im sorry for the part i played.i love you even though you dont believe it.
its been said that all good things come to an end.it happens to everyone,you find out who you are and what you want,and then you realise that people you'v known forever dont see things the way you do.so you keep the wonderful memories and find yourself moving on.
**yesterday is not ours to recover, but tommorow is ours to win or lose**...i choose to win.
i had a sister,a soul to confide in with my insecurities,with my life
i had a dream that one day id be her maid of honour and she'd be mine
i had a nightmare where i saw a blur on both our faces and between us was a very thick line...
i mean, i knew boys come and go but i honestly thought friends would be there for a while..if not forever.prolly cause iv never lost a friend, not even to death....and it strikes to be very ironic how the 'strongest' friendships are brought to shutter by the tiniest things....figuratively and literally.
i spent hours questioning the real cause of the split,weary days to sleepless nights.
everytime i gave the matter thought,i felt a lump of emotion clogg my throat...
...and yess,i wept for what had been profound in my life for a little more than two years
i had learnt to live with what i believed were her character flaws,corrected her were necessary
and besides,it never bothered me much as it was never in my offence...but when my nightmare took stage...i guess we both learnt each others truth.
i would see visions of the words she threw at me and those i threw at her and asked myself if it was necessary.other times i told myself i should have jus ignored the offence i picked from her provocations and maybe we'd still be friends...but when i came back to myself,i realised it was too late.
i had this very precious gold bracelet that i treasured so much and one day i accidentally put it in water and what i thought was real gold began to rust and dismantle.i cant help but relate this encounter to my lost friendship...real things defeat challenges...real gold will never rust in water just as real friendships should withstand tests.the very last word she ever said to me 'whatever' is the very first trace of rust that i had seen on my gold bracelet...she left no room for reconciliation and so i questioned if it was ever real.....my question remains un-answered.
for a couple of weeks i strived to fix things...in my sleep,i'd dream of our reconciliation and i'd always wake up in a bittersweet mood...faced by reality.
and then came a time when i decided my life must move on...i taught myself how to digest and egest pain...and its a life lesson learnt.i acknowledged the fact that i played a part in destroying it,if i had never put the bracelet in water,it would still be intact(atleast for some time)...
and so,i finally threw in the towel,walked out of the past and stepped into the future.
i learnt to laugh, to smile and to love again.
if you ever stumble upon this, do hear my inner voice that is shadowed by my pride...i really am sorry that we'r no longer friends,im sorry for the part i played.i love you even though you dont believe it.
its been said that all good things come to an end.it happens to everyone,you find out who you are and what you want,and then you realise that people you'v known forever dont see things the way you do.so you keep the wonderful memories and find yourself moving on.
**yesterday is not ours to recover, but tommorow is ours to win or lose**...i choose to win.
Wednesday 3 April 2013
Hollow Strings Attached
And when i looked through the long strings of love,they were empty
pro'ly 'cause i'v never been in love,haughty!
not my way or my nature, and so these strings were all amateur
with every falling lash, i blew wishes into the air hoping they'd reach the other end of these strings
...the end i'd never seen.
with days my love shifted from shoes to the endless clues that you gave me,
hoping i'd see how you felt for me, you had all four keys....
and so it grew from infatuation, but i couldnt have been sure so i concealed my elation
...these strings grew shorter but shorter
with your first key you unloked my mind, for i started knowing you more than i know my own kind
and your second got my eyes;suddenly you turned into my golden prize
your third got my heart...'cause everytime you said "i love you",my veins shut!
your fourth,MY soul...you became my only goal
but still i refused to believe it was all true,meanwhile you helped it by calling 5 others 'your boo'
pretending became my norm,sometimes its hard to follow mine-heart
other times were fairytale moments for us, yet i still never knew where i really stood thus
and when i look through the long strings of love,they are no longer empty..
pro'ly 'cause i'v never been in love,haughty!
not my way or my nature, and so these strings were all amateur
with every falling lash, i blew wishes into the air hoping they'd reach the other end of these strings
...the end i'd never seen.
with days my love shifted from shoes to the endless clues that you gave me,
hoping i'd see how you felt for me, you had all four keys....
and so it grew from infatuation, but i couldnt have been sure so i concealed my elation
...these strings grew shorter but shorter
with your first key you unloked my mind, for i started knowing you more than i know my own kind
and your second got my eyes;suddenly you turned into my golden prize
your third got my heart...'cause everytime you said "i love you",my veins shut!
your fourth,MY soul...you became my only goal
but still i refused to believe it was all true,meanwhile you helped it by calling 5 others 'your boo'
pretending became my norm,sometimes its hard to follow mine-heart
other times were fairytale moments for us, yet i still never knew where i really stood thus
and when i look through the long strings of love,they are no longer empty..
..at the end of these strings is you my baby!
xo,TheFashionPoet
voice of MaryAnne the destitute
in the event that i die tomorrow...
bury me today, so i can watch them weep in sorrow
i want to see them grumble and grouse in desolation
i want to see their tears leave their eyes...emancipation:
like that instant when leaves shed from tree branches
i want to see their helplessness and hopelessness like isolated soldiers in trenches
i want to see them battered, bruised, scarred
...and maybe then i'll feel loved
in the event that i die tomorrow...
make today my memorial.Remember me and my deeds
like a Buddhist meditating on prayer beads
remember me and my words like you would the repeat of a comedy
or an omnibus of a soapie
see visions of me over and over again in your heads
cry if you need to,weep and seek me back
act mindless,kindless like an accused retard strapped to a bed
and maybe then i"ll feel loved like i said
in the event that i die tomorrow...
love me today. Smile at me like an innocent girl smiles at her doll
call me and maybe we can take a stroll...
..down memory lane, perhaps correct our mistakes
move that forced puzzle piece into the right place
then it'll be complete, I'll be complete
and when i lie there in my final resting place
il know that dead or alive, beaming or frozen
I'm as fortunate as a kid who has won a token
a token to love. The words spoken!
bury me today, so i can watch them weep in sorrow
i want to see them grumble and grouse in desolation
i want to see their tears leave their eyes...emancipation:
i want to see their helplessness and hopelessness like isolated soldiers in trenches
i want to see them battered, bruised, scarred
...and maybe then i'll feel loved
in the event that i die tomorrow...
make today my memorial.Remember me and my deeds
like a Buddhist meditating on prayer beads
remember me and my words like you would the repeat of a comedy
or an omnibus of a soapie
see visions of me over and over again in your heads
cry if you need to,weep and seek me back
act mindless,kindless like an accused retard strapped to a bed
and maybe then i"ll feel loved like i said
in the event that i die tomorrow...
love me today. Smile at me like an innocent girl smiles at her doll
call me and maybe we can take a stroll...
..down memory lane, perhaps correct our mistakes
move that forced puzzle piece into the right place
then it'll be complete, I'll be complete
and when i lie there in my final resting place
il know that dead or alive, beaming or frozen
I'm as fortunate as a kid who has won a token
a token to love. The words spoken!
xo,TheFashionPoet
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