The sun

The sun

Sometimes I feel like the sun

Like I can bright up the whole world and everyone’s life

Like nothing can touch me

But it’s hard when you actually realize

You’re imperfect


That people you keep treating like your entire universe

Keep dousing your flames

Its as if people are ashamed of how bright you shine

Or they’re like the moon when there’s a lunar eclipse

They can’t help but block your shine

Maybe it’s a natural occurrence

Maybe when people get close to me they’re burned by my temperature

A lot of people look at me like I have something they want

Like a marvel

And maybe

Those wants are just superficial

Maybe I put too much energy into everything and everyone around me

But everytime I expect people to deliver what I give

I’m faced with disappointment

It’s hard to be selfless in a world of selfishness

It’s hard to keep shining in a world of darkness

All I ever needed was your matchstick…

To take my wrongs and make them right
To take my darkness and make it bright

I know I’m the one who yields the power of holding the match stick and lighting up my life

To keeping myself happy

But the world would be a little less lonely if people would try to get close and not act so cold

It’s ok to be warm

Warmth can be defined in different ways

People who are there when they have no reason to be

People that stick around and listen to you

They offer help if they can or they just spend time with you to let you know that you’re not alone

Because that’s the last thing that they would ever want someone to feel like

Maybe they try to make you laugh and forget about all of the bullshit

You’re not alone if you’re not in a relationship but who are we all kidding

Everyone wants to be with someone at the end of the day

Whether it’s the same person or not

Don’t push people away

Shine solo or together with someone

N. Oliva

You were born to make an amazing life

You were born to make an amazing life

You were born to make an amazing life

Not to sit around waiting for a change and making random posts on Instagram for insta-likes

You were born to feel the wind in your hair and the sun on your cheeks (face and ass if you can rock it)

You were born to conquer your fears not to become a victim to your anxieties

Don’t get me wrong

Fears, anxieties, depression, they’re all monsters that plague us.

But when you let yourself become a victim to your mind

Are you really living?

This isn’t a criticism. It’s a wake up call

Live your fucking dreams

And don’t apologize for occasionally having your head in the clouds

It’s what keeps us alive

Dreaming, hoping, loving those around us

Struggle shapes you

Don’t let it knock you too far down

You’re meant to rise back up as high mountains and show the world why you deserve your spot

Because you were born to make an amazing life

And I will keep believing this is true no matter how many bitter, miserable people attempt to bring me down and make me think I’m the one who’s naïve

Be the person of your dreams

I believe in you and I

N. Oliva

Why do we compare?

Why do we compare?



Why were women taught to compare themselves

To diminish themselves

To think, wow she’s so pretty

I don’t think look like her, therefore: I’m ugly

Instead of: wow, she’s pretty. But hey, so am I.

Every facial and bodily characteristic is sitting in a sea of beauty. Some finding this sea, more beautiful than that one. But they all exist and mean something to someone.

N. Oliva




When you think about your life, what do you think?

What do you like about your life?

What could you do without?

Which memories could you relive for the rest of your life?

Which would you dispose of within an instant?


Why not?

What do you dream of late at night?

What dreams or nightmares wake you up in the morning?

Are you counting up your blessings?

Or adding up your problems?

Do you think of sharing your life with someone?


What thoughts cross your mind when you wake up?

Is it possible to wake down?

Is your life taking you for a spin?

Enjoy the ride. Enjoy the tide. Enjoy the highs.

And the lows that make the highs feel even better

Go surfing

Go ice skating

Go kayaking

You were made to make a parade of life

Not a pity party

Pity a starry night because it cannot look at itself to see how beautiful it is

Many times

Times many


Star Wars

Citizen Kane


Roses bud

Spring out and flourish

Until the first frost

The seasons are like life


Starts out rough

A learning experience

April showers bring may flowers

May flowers and trees bring allergies

Who guessed a person who loved the environment would be allergic to trees?


A joy to experience

Almost everyone’s favorite season

Except that friend who insists snow is their favorite thing on earth


Leaves change colors

Your hair changes color

Leaves start to fall

How’s your hair looking old fart?

I think you can guess where this is heading

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper


N. Oliva


But to Love Me 

But to Love Me 

Please don’t think I hate you.

I love you with every fiber of my being

You should know you’re the only person that I dream about making a life with

But not like this

Every fight tears me up inside
I kept thinking that you didn’t love me enough. And that I wasn’t doing enough to show my love.

And maybe the last part is true.

But the truth is
I’ve been struggling.

Not to love you

But to love me.

Silly girl. Picture not owned by the Gaff Blog, screenshot taken on 09.24.2016

N. Oliva

The Silence Between the Birds

The Silence Between the Birds

Watch your thoughts closely

From where did they come
The ego and the mind
Working together as one

This isn’t who we are
Or what we should believe                       The negative thoughts                                 The ego wanting to deceive
Step back for one moment                      And watch them from afar
See the pain and fear dissolve               Those thoughts not who we are

For we are infinite beings
Find stillness from within
The mind stops us from seeing
It can change the world we’re in            We are not our thoughts
Nor are we formed                                   From the ego and the mind
Our reality is torn                                  Watch the thoughts that come
And recognize why they are there
But be aware, they’re ego born               For your life they do not care

But once you see them for all they are They have no power over you
Watch them come and watch them go   With practice they’ll come few

You’re waking up now to beauty              To the things you’ve never heard               The waterfall, the mountains
The silence between the birds

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I found this poem a while back and neglected to post until now. Hope it provided something extra special for your day!

Loved by me, shared by the Gaff Blog 😊

Inkskinned on Tumblr

Inkskinned on Tumblr


Normally I would write or share posts like this on Art Tuesday but if you’ve been reading my page recently you’d see that sorta went out the window. I’ve been very into art and writing my feelings out. But sometimes even I do not have all the words, like most people I presume.

But this poem struck me. A lot of us have had issues with self-esteem and with loving ourselves. And if I can help anyone. Even just one person overcome there’s, then I’ve done right.

Please check out this person’s lovely post and blog on tumblr. Link below.