Thankful for 2016

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I have many things to be thankful for this 2016. It’s new years eve now and I want to make this a yearly tradition.

I graduated from high school. I’m really thankful for that. I got closer to God, which really made me happy.

I’ve had other blogs before but I always got bored with them and ended up deleting them because I didn’t know what I write about. But this year I started My Alive Life. And I’ve really loved the response I’ve been getting. I’m eager to share my thoughts with you and express myself freely. I’v also come across other amazing bloggers like Eyes + Words. They have really amazing quotes and poetry.There’s also Chris Nicholas who writes The Renegade Press. I feel his posts are heartfelt and deep. They inspire me to be more real about myself especially when I’m writing blog posts.

Each day My Alive Life grows and makes me really happy that all I’m doing isn’t in vain. I get to connect with readers through writing, which is something I love doing so much. For 2017 I really wish to see more comments, that way I can interact and connect with more readers.

I’m also really thankful for the likes my posts have been getting, especially the poetry ones. I share some of my original works here as well as poetry by other people that I like and I’m glad you like them too.

At first I was nervous about putting up my first blog post A Little Something About Me because I wanted to make a good impression. At the end of the day, I decided to just be myself and if the readers liked it Yay 🙂 if not, well still Yay ’cause I tried my best.

Here are some of the posts I’m really proud of:

I really love all my blog posts, but those are like the main highlights. I started this blog 2 months ago, OCTOBER 27, 2016 to be exact. And I’m really happy to how things have turned out.

I’m looking forward to posting more blogs in the coming year (which oh my is HOURS away!)

Wow…this is my last 2016 post!

Happy New Year’s Eve

Mitchi

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Faith In Love

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If our lips should touch it’ll all come rushing back on in,
so when I use my imagination why does it feel like such a sin?
So much space and time has gone by, still I prepare myself for the climb
because you’ve built up your wall so high, making it harder for me to get back inside.
But I won’t throw it all to the wind,
I’ll pick my ladder up and try again,
since I saw tears in your eyes it let me know I’m still a thought in your mind that swims.
Don’t drown me out with a cold cold heart,
Oh no,  don’t let the space get so wide
to the point that you let me fall out your heart, and no longer care that I’m not apart of your life.
Still I climb with faith in love intact to fight the feeling of anxiety, to silence the doubts when I’m feeling shut out. Then your eyes eventually remind me that love is still present, by letting your emotions that you still keep towards me show, you humble yourself and let them flow out.

(written by Apollo Hayden from hellopoetry)

My Shield

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Some would say the heart is the most precious organ in the body
But I disagree, see for me it’s my mind
It’s hunger for reason must be fed
It’s thirst for information must be quenched and this precious vulnerability must be protected
Solitaire exercises of discipline strengthen these walls with lessons so essential their very nutrients must be extracted from the most sacred of confines
Locks, rusted with petrifying shadows of blame
Contempt fills these boxes that if released arbitrarily could prove to be terminal
Preparation has skilled me of such treachery but no YOU attacked the heart
An organ most would say is the most precious because it can cloud reason and influence the masochist that is the human brain
Turning pain into tranquil contempt
Removing logic from the vital equation of understanding into a dismal acceptance of average
Well I’m here to tell you though your best efforts, your attempts at my emotional demise have proven to be futile
I stand before you wise to your woes spun effortlessly weaving a pictured filled with promise and no action
My heart, although damaged will learn from this strife and beat stronger and better than ever before.
It shall not ache nor bleed for you, but it thanks you for your time….and this lesson.

(written by Kilam Tel Aviv from hellopoetry)

Don’t

Don’t tell me you are sorry
Because all you want is my body
And my body doesn’t want you back

Don’t tell me you miss me
Don’t try to kiss me
because i’ll fall in love with you again

I cant afford the heartbreak you provide
I’m all out of tears and all out of time
You have enough slaves to your desires,
I refuse to be one again deal with it.

(written by to from hellopoetry)

Gasoline

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Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper ’bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn’t waste your pretty face like me?

And all the people say,

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen,
Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I think there’s a flaw in my code,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
These voices won’t leave me alone,

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold,

Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me?
Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me?
Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?
Pointing fingers cause you’ll never take the blame like me?

And all the people say,

“You can’t wake up, this is not a dream,
You’re part of a machine, you are not a human being,
With your face all made up, living on a screen,
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline.”

Oh, oh, oh, oh,
I think there’s a flaw in my code,
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
These voices won’t leave me alone,

Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold.

Christmas Wishes

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The last cherry blossom died
The last rose wilted
The last straw was taken in
And still you’re not here with me
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Oh Santa, dear Santa
I have a wish
A wish so dear
The same I made last year
But still you’re not here with me
🔔
The first snow fell
The first store is decked for Christmas
The first presents are being bought
The first Christmas tree is being decorated
But you’re still not here with me
🔔
Oh Santa, dear Santa
I have a wish
A wish so dear
The same I made last year
On my knees trying not to shed a tear
But still you’re not here with me
🔔
The last carols are being sung
The last wreath are being hung
The last five songs are being strung
But still you’re not here with me
🔔
Oh Santa, dear Santa
I have a wish
A wish so dear
The same I made last year
But still you’re not here with me
🔔
Oh Santa, dear Santa
Is it too late to make a wish
Is it too late to grant it be
Because he’s still not here with me
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Oh Santa, dear Santa
I have a wish
A wish so dear
The same I made yesteryear
How much longer must I bear
Because still you’re not here with me

*Star Light Star Bright*
Star light, star bright,
The first star I see tonight;
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight
  🔔
–(written by Mitchi Torrie)–
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you! 🔔🔔🔔
Mitchi

White Christmas

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I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten
and children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
With every Christmas card I write
May your days be merry and bright
And may all your Christmases be white

(Christmas Carols – White Christmas)