Creating a name for this blog was one of the struggles I was facing with. However, it was a creative struggle, which made it kind of fun. After a few name changes, it became the LVCH fairytales.
A name that was created while writing my poetry. First, it was all about love. Then it was all about Chaos, because love in my life is never an easy road. Chaos is the best word for it. After that, fairytales.
With fairytales, we enter the other meaning of LVCH, Love Child. This term says everything about me. Hoping to be a love child, not meant to be, born out of love. I hope, but I will never know.
I am adopted, and my true story will never be revealed. There we are. Love. Chaos. Love. Child. Fairytale. With the mystery of my being, my life sounds like a fairytale for some. At some moments, I see it this way myself. At some moments. I am sad and in pain.
I truly am trying to make the best out of the opportunities in front of me, but it’s never easy. Poetry and writing helps me to make this road more beautiful and escape in the fairytales of my own writings.
Always make the best of it. Turn your sorrows into love and beauty. Embrace love and chaos, together it can be the fairytale you never imagined.
It’s difficult to understand why kindness is such an exception in this world. True kindness, pure, without just wanting a piece of someone but really respecting the other. In a world of accomplishments, wealth and assets we only see what we want to get and another has what we don’t. People long for the piece or the whole picture of something someone else has created instead of them and than a war emerges. Small between friends, families of colleagues or big between companies, or countries. People want what someone else has and just being happy for each other seems an exception. Something to laugh about. Why do we laugh about love? Why do laugh away the kindness of this world? Why do we applause the bad? Which side do you choose? The side of possessions or love? It’s up to you, it’s up to us to choose our own kind of brave after 2020. 💜
It’s weird how sometimes the same choices can lead to complete different lives, there is no way we can predict what will happen or how things unfold. We try to control them, but in the end we will be caught by surprise sooner or later and then it’s all strength, wisdom and trust in ourselves that we need to keep going and never take our eyes of the goals and dreams we have that will make us who we become. ~ 🌸🏹🌸~ #poetry #poem #poet #poetrylovers #poetryporn #microfiction #shortstories #shortstory #microstory #microstories #dream #choices #journey #fierce #poemsofinstagram #poemsporn #poetsofinstagram
Are you willing breaking the rules to follow the voice of your heart? Sometimes this happens without you knowing, when life leads you to a path you never imagined. Will it be easier to follow the un imagined or to fight for the regular? Follow or fight, it’s a question of the heart either way. Find a way to reunite with the voice of your heart, don’t worry about the unknown. In the end, you always have your heart. ~ 🤍~
Even though they thought she was brave, she always questioned her own being. Having doubts about the choices that made her so different from the crowd, but feeling so sure about the path she was taking. Despite her own dark moods, she kept moving forward, never stepped back and changed her direction. The only way she knew, was the one her heart was telling her. As long as it was the voice of her heart she listened to, she didn’t change direction. That’s what they loved about her.