how to keep a relationship

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Out of the experienced experience of an inexperienced relationshipper (aka me), I share this. An amazing read.

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REAL TALK: Sometimes, Thought Catalog is bullshit. I say this even though I truly love it and I spend hours going through their posts. What their writers say about love and relationships is sometimes too perfect, too ideal, much too wishful rather than realistic. It’s why I enjoy it. I’m all about wishful thinking, too, but this is something I’ve realized that’s really important.

Chances are your partner’s not going to be perfect and neither are you going to be pure-hearted and self-sacrificing and kind all the time. Your relationship isn’t going to survive if you expect it to be easy, always. But if you work together, you can make your relationship a really great and lasting one. Here’s a small but crucial piece of advice:

Let go of the thought that your girlfriend / boyfriend / significant other is supposed to get everything right. Even if they love you…

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The Big Rapture

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Wonderful work from an old Friend and colleague. This one is from the album, the collection called “The Epiphany”.

 

A slow beginning; Spark the imagination
Am I just dreaming? Is this truly our salvation?

We’re flying faster
With every 
swift 
        move
Going into the Cosmos castle
Through atmosphere removed

Countless stars are shining
Pouring their essence on me
We are taking in everything
Waiting for the Heavenly

All the 
water 
        running
Through my eyes
You’re begging
These are not lies

Thanking you, breathless
So ready for that moment
I’m overjoyed and restless
Feeling it
             I’m open
So it comes surging in
The feeling 
of the whole
Universe 

exploding

Through me

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Hi Every-one-who-looks-at-these,

A sneak peek at some photos a Friend and colleague took of me. Such art, much professional!

I felt like I would need them for this blog; my Portfolio (these are links; just an FYI) as well, and other business stuff I don’t know about. 😅

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading/watching/painting/general-art stuff 👮📚🌭‍!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

 

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Thank you, Nata Li!

 

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

This seemed to be a week about Oblivion Corpus. And it shall continue to be. Here is another one! Enjoy. 🙂

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

And, as always (except last time, because I kind of forgot; such sleepy, much wow), happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

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Photo by Filip Bunkens on Unsplash.


Only glances on the kilim
But we fly high so high
Above the rain and sky
Intertwined and dim.

Only meeting on the pillow
But we dream something greater
Bigger place and a time better
For our dreams and hopes below.

Why have you come my way?
An idea of the mystifying Fate
Must have opened the wrong gate
Because we weren’t ready yet

Unable to let go since we’ve met.

FIVE

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

The fifth poem is already here. Yay… or Nay? 😉

Read, enjoy it if you will. I’m off to sleep (it’s kind of late here).

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

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Cloudy Sunrise. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

Fragrance of garden at dawn
And water, turbid but pure
Aroma of coffee and milk
And breakfast in our bed.

Night hues are our salvation
Black and blue and silver
Morning colours which divide
Green and red and golden.

All of that we gladly shared
The sounds around our shed
Birds in flight and crickets loud
But none of that exists anymore

Neither does our scent and core.

Continued Survival

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Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

Here is a fresh poem, written yesterday. It is inspired by a story that a colleague of mine wrote. Have fun figuring it out! 😉

I would like to hear your thoughts on it. What do you think it’s about?

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

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Architect of the Universe by DGrayFox.

Searching. Debris flying about.
The meaning is not
Inside.
Can you feel them?

Sparks trail their ends, mist sprouts the thoughts, eyes
Black holes.
It's not the matter — it is Them.

Waiting. As if we are the ones
To pull the plug.
On/Off
Universe abound

Vermilion stars glaring
At us.
We are alive?

Never mind.

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FOUR

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Hello, Everyone-who-reads-this,

The Oblivion Corpus is back. This is the fourth poem, short and bittersweet. Enjoy!

Hope you all had a nice weekend. Mine was and still is pretty busy, but nice nonetheless.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

P.S. Do you like the new look of the blog? 🙂

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Wavy Sunset. Oil on paper by Mary Matshine.

 

We’ve observed together
Vermilion sunrise and better
Silvery moonlight high above.

We’ve walked the same lane
Through the wind and rain
Snow and feeble leaves.

And when the noon comes
Severe heat evaporates us
We go our own ways

Just to start all over again.

 

*If you enjoyed this poem, then do read these: ONE, TWO, THREE.

 

Love Poem [Video Reading]

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Hi, Everyone-who-watches-this,

Here is one of my older poems, dedicated to my Love, Marko.
You are free to dedicate it to whomever you Love, and share those beautiful feelings with the world.

I apologise for the watermark that is across the entire screen, but I had no clue it would be there and that big. Next time I’ll try to move it somewhere.

Now, I’m going to study.

Don’t forget to like, comment and share!

And, as always, happy watching!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine

Repentance

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While my words slit the air around
I imagine myself getting out
of my body. And that girl
is not who I am,
But a mere reflection
of the anger I felt.


I wish I could just grab
those words in midair,
crumple and then
throw them away.
Slap myself over the mouth,
and yell aloud:
“Shut the fuck up!”


But I ran. From the rage.
From my own tale.
Out the door and into rain.
I ran.
Though I didn't get far that day.


And you, my love,
found me on the stairs
where I hid;
“There you are!” you said.
“It was cold outside.”
“Come here.”
Nestled in your warm
embrace, I cried.

My thanks!

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A hint.

 

Hi, Everyone-who-reads-this,

I just wanted to take a moment and give my deepest thank-you’s to all of you who are there for my posts, who wait patiently (we all know how inconsistent with publishing posts I can be) and who still take the time to read and like, even sometimes comment.

So, once more, THANKS!

I’ve got a big surprise for you!

To show my gratitude I will offer all of my current and future followers a signed online copy of… wait for it…!

Don’t forget to like, comment and share  (oh, why not, you can like this one FYI — as if you haven’t done that on previous ones 😀 )

And, as always, happy reading!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine