Collection of honesty

The chimneys begin to smoke in my head, Children rushing out to play. Snowmans, Snowflakes, Snowball fights. Covering every inch of the day. The bells begin to ring in my head, Gatherings around the fireplace. Mince pies, almond pies, pumpkin pies, Presents wrapped in bobbin lace. Carols begin singing in my head, Celebrating Jesus's grace. Silent night, Silver bells, Jingle bells, A picture of Santa's smiling face.

The stars will never care for you, And the sun won't always shine. The moons sheds you coldness, The sun will make you blind. There are rooms locked in your heart even you won't ever find. You'll know never find a love that loves you as much as you do. You'll find yourself waking to a room with you alone, Opening your eyes to a foggy dawn, You reflect when life began to lose plan, Sometimes it's hard to keep breathing, But you can. *Inspired by Jade Sylvan, excerpt from “On Breathing”

2:00AM It's two o'clock in the morning, Technology's been keeping me up. Youtube, Twitter, Facebook, Eblogger, A new Tumblr made with my coffee cup. Is it even worth it, I ask myself, To create accounts no one cares about. Yet the freedom is my nicotine, Platforms for me to scream and shout. Suppose this is what hooks on- The phenomenal blossoming trend: That internet's social network lends. Our maybe we're all just desperate, To find a friend.

Some certain days you're not sure why, Happiness seems to bid you - ciao. Hoping to be calm or somewhat content, Lights go off, it's just you and your town. Knowing tomorrow will always come, You want to be unbothered- not too down. You try to be blithe, relaxed, carefree, Attempts are made, but you forgot how.

Blank covers dabbed in shades of black and blue, The canvas smothered in dark grim hue. Subtly the innocent white drains out by the few, Dominant colors of evilness spew. Raphael didn't do his best to keep the canvas true, Colors of collision he always eschewed, Picasso undividedly broke the pieces, Dividing the page of bruised colors imbued. *The purpose of using the artists names are simply for metaphorical use to underpin the issue of a broken friendship.

Our brain receives 4 billion information, But we only take in 4 thousand. This is why we have different truths, And a varied perspective, On a simple word like 'fashion'. We all posses our own 'truths', Hard for others to understand, Our 'truths' are just like the clothes we wear, "Armani, Levis, Brook Brothers..." Each with a unique brand. We don't always consent with people, When they have a different 'truth'. We can't seem to comprehend, With the illusion that- Your 'truth' is THE truth. When you don't agree on the 'truth'; With me- tolerate, And let it be, Cause when MY 'truth' comes to matter, You don't see what I see.

I know reflecting is an important process, It's something we all should do. I'm required to do it for everything, For drama, for english, for TOK too. Can't we return to how it used to be, When we all saw and knew: Instead of reflecting just accept- That roses are red and violets, blue.

These people around you can't determine. How much you feel alone. It takes more control than being in a place filled with thousands of faces, You still feel remote. Trying to keep afloat, while they drown you with words from another universe, Or maybe it's you. Who's from another demension, Speaking words of isolation.

I stare into your sma ll beady eyes, Whilst they dart to match mine. You took our hands and locked them tight, Together and always entwined. Your heart beat had me to listen, So I payed close attention. As I heard the tempo of it's thump, Mine made an akin connection. Sometimes recalling a memory, Of what we did, done, do. I know I must've been blessed a miracle, To deserve someone like you.

You say you understand me, That we've been through so much. I followed my desires, And you keep holding your grudge. I know you don't have my back on this, So friendship just vanished. Perhaps I have an explanation, You chose to leave me anguished. Could you please take the time, To stop and hear my hearts rhythm. You call yourself a friend, But you won't even listen.

The clouds steadily plaster the shadows on her face as the sun Calmly drifts away. His name lingers in her hands pulling her weight down and her face, Moves away from day- Light, She fails to find, Asking the sun, ‘why so unkind’ Turns on the lamp, A ray of light shines on- But feels no soothe, Withdrawn- She knew, No comfort will obtain from this pseudo light form. 

A sinful delight, Tasting luxury, Touching pure elegance, Experiencing wonders, Shooting through stars, Surpassing all dreams, Rising to the heavens, Chocol.i.ate.

Sat down with an open heart and mind, Watched the scenes pass through my eyes. Appalled at the outside world and what they do, As they compel the innocent in their lies. Children wishing for some attention, Convinced to have a brighter life there. Where one was not familiar with at all, Not knowing they’d be walking on air. Tricked into evil unexpectedly, Force to have scandalous affairs With immense numbers of different men, No longer have the will to think life’s unfair. Been through hurt, soreness and abuse. Stuck in the brothel all day. I begin to wondering in anger and think, Actions need to be taken without delay .

Hands just press the repeat button, You’re addicted and can’t stop. Enjoying the familiar melody, And voice perhaps in a… coffee shop? Some say it’s their special escape, Others love its existence. Sinks into a unique world quiet, without notice. Till you’re addicted to its subsistence. Fluctuates emotions as it plays, Blending personal reflection. Like a crazy rollercoaster in action, There’s a song for every sensation.

装坚强， 装有力量。 装很有方向， 装着身体健康。 装充满丰富感想。 只是装， 装着，可以让你看不到我心慌

I’d like to pretend that I know myself, The idea that I know what I’m doing, Suits me well. I’d like to pretend I don’t need others, The thought that I can be strong on my own, I’ll stay swell. I’d like to pretend I can choose what’s best, The notion that I will do what’s right, I will excel. I’d like to pretend that I’m not afraid, The chimera that things will turn out okay, My incessant dwells.

I think you’re trying to make me uncomfortable, Is that your goal to achieve? You’re staring me down like a weird animal, Are you trying to make me leave? I see you’re gossiping to your gang of friends, On my outfit today perhaps? Commenting on everyone else around you, Do you expect to see me clap? Laughing at the timid ones out there, In what ways does that make you proud? If you’re really all that confident, Try saying your remarks out loud.

When you have everything you need, You tend to forget – To appreciate, All that you have. You disregard the less fortunate, You know nothing other than what’s shown on your television set. When you’re upset, You can afford a marijuana cigarette, To avoid that certain emotion for a while. Have you ever thought about those who can’t – That don’t have the cash to buy food or water. Not even the basic wishes that deserves a grant. If you aren't happy with what you possess, confess, The sin that puts yourself in distress.