The feelings inside me

Autumn Friday love

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 24 Oct 2014 13:09:00 +0000

He brings me flowers

for no special reason.

He brings me flowers

for each new season.

A scent so sweet,

a memory of when we first did meet.

A bright rosy red,

When words are left unsaid.

As light as the sun,

A pearl of white,

To shine for me,

As autumn just has begun.

I treasure the flowers

of each new season.

That his love,

is the only reason.

~ Bird on the wind

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:06:00 +0000

Success is speaking words of praise

In cheering other peoples ways

In doing just the best you can

With every task and every plan.

It's silence when your speech would hurt.

Politeness when your neighbor's curt.

It's deafness when the scandal flows

And sympathy with other'a woes.

It's loyalty when duty calls

It's courage when disaster falls

It's politeness when the hours are long

It's found in laughter and in song.

It's in the silent time of prayer

In happiness and in despair

It's all of life and nothing less

We find the thing we call success.

Honesty removes the hope

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 15 Aug 2014 22:05:00 +0000

When you love someone you can’t love, it’s a constant reaching. You don’t just walk away when you’re told you have to. You know there’s no hand to meet yours but you hold it out there anyway. You singlehandedly display the epitome of human resilience, and you do it all silently. You somehow remain convinced that honesty removes hope, and that compromises the fact on which your love can thrive, the hope that one day, they’ll change their minds. And that finally, for somebody, you’ll be enough.

But the truth is that as much as that love drives people, it’s often barricaded by the love of keeping their pride intact. They don’t want to get down into the humility of being human because it means they’re just as embarrassingly normal as the rest of us. You either love someone or you love your ego. The two rarely coincide. Love is not waiting somewhere for us to stumble upon it and soak it up in deluded ecstasy with no reverence for the painstaking reality of what it takes to really be a blissed out human being.

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Tue, 13 May 2014 17:47:00 +0000

Love can be beautiful but sometimes Cupid's bow and arrow can take a very misdirected aim. While often hard if you were truly in love, walking away from a love that will never work can sometimes be the best thing you can do for your sanity and future well being.

One of the most compelling reasons for walking away from someone you love is that despite the love, this person is hurting you in some way.

Whatever the reason, if you're constantly hurt, undermined or let down by this person, you owe it to yourself to walk away.

Dear

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Wed, 30 Apr 2014 22:20:00 +0000

You have made me cry countless times, made me lose hope and desire. You want me to understand you and be there for you and yet cant understand me or be there for me when I fall. You say sorry only to shut your eyes, turn a blind eye. You think the problem dissappears if you just close your eyes hard enough..

You are completely surpressed. You never say you do Not understand. But you just sitt there completely mute. So I may explain in every language I can. Yet even when I cry, you look right through me as if I don't exist.

Words are just words, when there is no action. You give me no choice. I do not feel safe and secure in your arms. The only thing I wanted was for you to see me, and life to be enjoyable and delightful. But you have taken away my belief that we will succeed together. My eyes are open. The sky is awake and so am I. You have with closed eyes not seen how I drift farther from your ability to reach me.

Strapped down ballerina

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Tue, 08 Apr 2014 21:13:00 +0000

Attempting a piroutte with a ball and chain strapped to her leg. And the waving flag tugs against the wind waving slowly like a ship’s sails the ocean.

Laid down by good intentions.

She saw straight away that the lay was steep. But she fell for it as easy as falling asleep. No amount of talking is going to soften the fall. It's the tilt of her will that will determine the call.

Although even the road to hell is paved with good intentions..

When she says “it’s my heart, not me, who cannot drive”, it’s actually her lover driving the vehicle.

And when she finally yells, she yells at the sky, both for the beautiful scenery, but also for what she’s feeling.

Yet she does not mean to shout!

Just drive! Just get us out, dead or alive..

Fall inlove vs. Rise in Love

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Tue, 08 Apr 2014 19:54:00 +0000

My head tells me to kick it,

but my heart tells me one more round.

Love cannot dissappear

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sun, 23 Feb 2014 10:14:00 +0000

Should your lover dissappear then there are still little loves surrounding you all around - friend to friend, mother and dad to daughter, student to teacher..

Most of all still the greatest love of all - God, the one who is always with you loves you and grants you all mercies.

So will you deny yourself comfort at the heartfire of a cottage, just because you cannot sit at a fireplace of a palace? No!

If so then you are actually in the fire!

Do not deny yourself those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your heartfire!

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sat, 22 Feb 2014 09:32:00 +0000

What missing someone actually means..

It is recognizing the absence of someone from their lives, whether it’s as a result of something positive such as you being away on a trip, or being unable to spend as much time together as before, or the result of loss like falling out of love or moving away.

When someone misses you, it may be an expression of sadness and regret because they no longer get to enjoy you in their lives. For someone with only self-interest it will be more about missing the things that helped Them enjoy you, on their terms. Not about reuniting on a mutual capacity.

Always be true, spread love where it needs to be, but always be ware of giving your strong Love to someone who will not use your fragility.

For the one drifting apart,

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Wed, 19 Feb 2014 10:22:00 +0000

There’s an aroma of your fragrance. There’s the sweetness of your laugh. There are traces of your imprints. And there are times paused with your presence. But doubt has found me whether you are there any longer.

Dear lovest,

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 14 Feb 2014 21:05:00 +0000

The story about a girl who gave up her dreams of being the World's Greatest Explorer so she could marry true love..

~ These are some of the most beautiful and known tragedy stories of our time. It leaves me puzzled. Unsure - am I - Insecure?

Love is a risk, to be loved or hurt.

I always thought love and dreams go in hand. But sometimes love can arrive like a destination while on the pursuit of a dream. It isn't exactly aimed to side-track you nor is it aimed to pause you on your way. It encourages you, loves you, but it might also redirect you.

For a girl with a thousand dreams, love being one of them, which do you pursue? Can she have them all? Or ought she be selective?

It is well known that we should Never give up on our dreams for love, because no one who is worth giving up your dreams for, would ever ask you to!

The reason for this bases on the fact that the future of a true love does not rely on the responsibility of one person to go give up on a dream. It lies on mutual decisions. Mutual sacrifices.

Love never wants you to make yourself smaller in order for you to be with them. Love treats your dreams as gold and wants to be part of them.

It's not career or love. It's career And Love.

Lonely on foreign land

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sun, 09 Feb 2014 10:50:00 +0000

Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed...

When it comes to Luck she is cursed

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sun, 12 Jan 2014 16:26:00 +0000

I was praying that you and me might end up together...
But it's like wishing for rain in the desert.

Idle hearts

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 10 Jan 2014 18:19:00 +0000

Find color in the darkest places

Find beauty in the saddest of faces

~2014~

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Tue, 31 Dec 2013 11:52:00 +0000

When people are not in my arms reach. I reach them with a prayer and surround them with gods care.

Happy New year to all my flowers I wish you a beautiful year and the best life for ever.

~ pristine girl

My never ending miracles

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 18:45:00 +0000

Sometimes I feel like im drifting to far,

I think Im losing site of the shore,
But my sweet will catch my fall,
And then Im not so lost anymore. <3

The lonely fox was now happy

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sun, 22 Dec 2013 21:02:00 +0000

There was a lonely fox that lived far away. So he left and went searching for a beautiful farm. And when he got there he said: "My, my this is well".

The lonely fox was now happy,

And all was well.

Truth of love

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Wed, 11 Dec 2013 18:13:00 +0000

~ Dolphin said to Water:
You can't see my tears
Because I Am in The Water.
~ Water Replied:
But I can feel your tears
Because you are in my heart.

~

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Wed, 11 Dec 2013 18:09:00 +0000

Have you ever given up on everyone you love, for the sake of doing something you think you love to do?

Studying medicine was just that. Loosing everything in order to do the thing you're supposed to do..

BFF goodbyes

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sat, 14 Sep 2013 19:37:00 +0000

Sometimes in your life you meet a very special precious person who the thought of living without is beyond imaginable.

Being especially prone to seeing fascination and all the fantastic qualities of people I'll miss, I've experienced far more of these losses than anyone. Farewells & good byes are my worst nightmare. They make me vulnerable.. And the shell in this michelle is a tough one to break.

From day one i went on my journey to become a Doctoresse, I met a young woman at the inaguration. We were all innocent fresh students, unaware of what waited ahead. Seated alphabetically ordered according to our last names..

Strikingly enough, our names were as similar as Huey & Duey differing only by ONE letter. She was dark, I was light. She was short, I was tall. She went to IB so did I. She was from Denmark, but not quite. I was from Sweden, but not quite. We were both single children living with our moms. Not really spoiled, but that didnt stop us from fashion and fun.

After 3 years of medical school our time came to part.. She moved away. And I'm happy that she did because the suffering here is a disgrace. Thank god ease came her way. She deserves the heavens rain of diamonds and blossoms for how she turned my world around and helped form the almost woman i am today. She came a really long way and I always knew she was smart but she bloomed into a confident woman I hope to be like some day. I know she'll be fine wherever in the world she may go.

Lucky for me she's almost next door.

Do what you were born to do

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Sat, 14 Sep 2013 19:04:00 +0000

You may not know me because of my stunning looks or outstanding grades! But maybe there is a chance you know me as 'the girl with the pink pen, color pens or colorful notes; simply (not so simply) because I repainted and rewrote almost all of 'Clinically Oriented Human Anatomy 6th ed.' by Keith Moore, word by word, by hand to my own A4 papers. It was during my first year of medical school. Thanks Gd now I'm now well in fourth.

A sparkling Fourth of July

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Thu, 04 Jul 2013 20:24:00 +0000

Its a Star-Spangled kind of day.

Diamonds In The Dark,

Diamonds in the sky,

Every heart beats true,

For the Red, White and Blue.

Fireworks fun,

Fireworks frenzy,

A high flying flag,

Far up in the blue.

Oh say you can see,

All stars, stripes and smiles.

For Hip Hip Hooray,

It's Independence Day.

The land of the free ,

And home of the brave.

America, America!

My soul and my heart.

Oh American spirit,

The land that I Love.

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 07 Jun 2013 07:50:00 +0000

A place in need of so much help,

yet there is no room for it at all..

This is me.

I'm a medical student. Abroad, in a tarnished quickly growing town. The prognosis looks very good for this town in terms of development.

However many areas are rural and worn down, impoverished reminiscences of wartime. There is even a known prostitute street..

As bad as this wretched fact sounds. The real pest is actually of the people and not their low means or the unequality between them.

It is their resentment towards the foreign, indifference towards the needy and indulgence of their past misery. People are greedy, a whole society diseased by embracing sadness and grief!

On the other side of the spectrum are people who got out of the dip and created an invisible prestige exempted-people-only society, an arrogant balloon-head society that takes joy and pride in being superior to others. And now I know that those who don't are people with big mouths, with a vision and perhaps even a big heart, but they cannot stand up to their brotherhood.

So who am I in the midst of it all to think I can help somebody? Or maybe the fact that I want to! is just as big!

~ Pristine

Girl, interrupted

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Mon, 03 Jun 2013 23:57:00 +0000

“Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is…

Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever.”

~ Susanna Kaysen

Praise goes up, blessings come down.

noreply@blogger.com (Michelle Rebecca Hermon) — Fri, 31 May 2013 20:50:00 +0000