Collection of honesty

I see you walking around, present with an absent mind with every conversation. Conversing with no intention, so much tension in your eyes. You don't look any wiser that's a fucking ugly smize. Your smile is just a pile of pain painted with disguise. As if anyone's judging, you keep trying so damn hard, Your cheesy lines ain't impressing no one, Those ain't no avant garde. You keep flirting like we all your bitches try to take us to your back yard. Fondling hair, rubbing backs like some big shot in a brothel. Trying to sell your dick insisting it tastes like belgium waffle. Filthy, honey we know inside you're ugly and empty. Yet it's always early for pity when you play games so dirty Making girls fall for you like a slut, plenty. They fall, they tell then you're like what the fuck? I'm not ready for a relo honey I was just mucking about. Please don't make a big deal no point you cry and pout. In a month it was Anna, then Louise, M...

All of a sudden I'm growing so fast, Far away from home, independent at last. The days seem endless and so repetitive. And the competitive side of me, Refuses to let tears hit the floor... Father said sweat is what success demands for. Overwhelmed by high expectations, Amazing is standard - no congratulations given. Every day such a battle in attempting to thrive, I'm surviving but I long to be alive.

I know the game played, feel free to cry me a river. Promises are like babies, easy to make, hard to deliver. Issuing cheques from the mouth don’t cost anything… That's why you spit on the beauty that promises bring. A million times repeated and I never thought to be wise, And realize your words are just files and piles of lies. Again you’ll blow it off, pretending to know my thoughts, But it’s really the little things to me that mean an awful lot. You’ll make new promises and speak what I wish to hear, Yet slowly but surely, they’ll somehow disappear. Stop in your attempts to fool me, I’m no longer a child. Start clearing the ‘I promise...’ illusions you’ve compiled.

Your blue eyes stare at me with nothing less than sincerity, Your sugar coated words got me believing in me. Your kisses so soft and tender, it takes a million to suffice. Your touch lingers around my body, I'd pay any price, To spend time and understand you... Let your guards down and make you a better man, Like the way you effortlessly extract the goodness within me. You remember all the abstracts- shuffle my muffles, And fit them together like a jigsaw puzzle. What started off as a flirting flame had no one to blame. Sparks fly and we've become something real, The attraction we feel, so strong and enchanting... In games there is always a loser but to me you're not a game. What is it you perceive? a sea of ecstasy, a world of fantasy, a sense of majesty? Do you do it to just relax, release, feel relief and set yourself free? When you hold me, are you alive ? Are you feeling me or is it just a touch? Do you care or am I asking too much? Are you clo...

The three main walks of life, To be happy, live and survive. They say "chase your dreams" and then "No, don't be dreaming." Trying to inject my life with their meanings. It's impossible to truly live without confrontation, disputes and argumentation, people try to help, destroy and add confusion. There are choices to be made and it's hard to find our own, In this big big world you're insignificant, leaves us feeling so alone,  when others give you a break life'll still throw us sticks and stones. We all have to learn to defend ourselves and be strong but it's easier said than done, sometimes we'll find to be in the wrong side of the pavement. And patience will lead us to a place of greatness but we have to wait, as the roads aren't always in lines of straightness. Don't fall for every bait, don't start hating fate, Our lives are for us to dictate. Through damnation, frustration, causation, remember that we can...

There's something about rain, Hitting grounds, slipping through drains. Soft then loud, crowded with clouds. No one speaks when nature is talking. Streets are gloomy yet colored with umbrellas walking. I sit on my bed with a book in one hand, The rain beats to the rhythm of my reads. My coffee rests on my bed side table, As the thunder reminds me when to sip and proceed. The rain keeps knocking on my window pane, It sings me a mellow lullaby. With my eyes half closed, I watch the plants rejoice. I gently fall asleep to the sound of rain's voice. *Inspired by a conversation with my best friend, Carmen S.

As I vision myself looking out the windows of the plane that removes me from home, I know I will have things to remember. I will remember... 1. That even though I'm by myself, there'll be people that are there for me.  2. When I have an awful day, dad is just a phone call away. 3. Should I fall sick, mom's honey recipe is always a splendid remedy . 4. If I miss the skyline, post cards will display the images of  home guarantee.  5. Good times will be shared with the ones back at home, 6. I'll make regular phone calls to make sure no one's alone. 7. I won't forget the way I've been brought up and the principles I hold, 8. To represent my country with more pride than I owe.  9. To maintain a smile and mean it as much as I can, 10. Work out what life is gradually and have a flexible plan. 11. Facebook will be used to keep in touch with old friends, 12. Be forever grateful to the ones that comprehend, mend and cleanse me.  13. Sinc...

A little neat Cafe de corner, Decorated with fresh flowers and a solid marble floor. There's wonderfully cooked homemade dessert. Tiramisu, Cheese cake, chocolate fondue that pours. On the side there's a laced shelf stacked with books, The dainty tables hold sweets of caramel and toffee, While Peggy Lee and Etta James make art with jazz, I'll do the chores from nine to four and in between I'll drink, Black coffee. Etta James, Black Coffee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRxS7Q64xUQ Peggy Lee, Black Coffee. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XqIeKYRLhno

On that piano with that bass, Something lures my voice. Rolling in the silky shaped bed,  I'll make love to jazz, Scatting and swinging,  Singing slow with passion and sweetness, Hitting the blue notes as I go. Drunk in the sensual sex of each melody. 'At last' on a late afternoon, Listen to the saxophone's seduction, Please fly me to the moon. 

Maybe on a summer day, We'll cross each other's path. Pick up the courage to give it a try, Like we both know we should. Maybe on a winter day, You'll snowboard and I'll ski. We'll do all sorts of crazy together, Start by building a house on a tree. Maybe on an autumn day, We can go pick colored leaves, If we're bored we can pack, For a short visit to Geneve. Maybe on a spring day, When the weather is kind and warmer, We can marry beside the sea, On the beach around that corner.

On an ordinary day, Left home to dig under the sea. Hoping to bring some treasures home, He sits so patiently. The waves were exceedingly excited to welcome A rare guest on such occasions. Through the rocks and slippery mosses, Falling with vagrancy. They cannot find him, He has not been found. Uncertain of his home bound. *This poem is triggered by a tragedy that happened very recently to a friend's father. May he come home safe and may we cherish all that we have and the ones that we love.

Who would've thought we'd all see the day, Where we would  graduate, be off and away. Four years in the same place with the same faces, In the corners of each room we leave our traces. Now we all have to part our own ways, Soon we'll face living rooms with our own bills to pay. May a map and a bible be the guide if we're lost, Return home to our families every summer, every frost. Good luck to us all in whatever we choose to do, Thank you for the people I could always turn to. With success in our reach, together let's chase our dreams, A bittersweet kiss farewell to the time of our teens.

"Three little birds sat on my window, And they told me I don't need to worry." Four clouds made the sun a little more blurry. They said "Take life slow, don't scurry." Five brooks playfully washes it self in the day. "Laughing when it trips and falls over stones on it's way" Six horses march proudly over the grass, Patient and politely they let the rabbits pass. Seven streaks of magenta orange penetrate the sky, And  "Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly." Eight windows are caressed by the wind, Subtly and slowly they seductively swing. Nine children wait for their tooth fairy, Under their pillows are buried berries as bait. Ten stars align to see who shines brightest, The moon comes out to judge the contest. *Songspiration: A little activity where the stimulus were lyrics from random song chosen by 3 f am ily members. Italic Song lyrics from: Put your records on - Corinne Bailey Rae http://www.lyri...

Every time I have hope that you still care, It doesn't take too long to see, you don't really. Life is all about you and yourself. I'm honest about what I feel but I end up - 'insecure and needy'. All excuses, they're hurtful and lame. You want love, happiness, fortune and fame. It's good to be ambitious for man to build up a name. But careful, going too fast makes one lose meaning of the game. "One simply cannot have it all." Mother always said, Everyday she reminded as she tucked me to bed. You proved w hat we had isn't worth the tears that I've shed, From now on, I'll won't let you get to my head, Focus on someone that truly loves me instead. Thank you for showing me the ups of our breakup, It won't be the end of the world when we're through. I'll try to forgive and forget all the chances you blew. I'll find someone better. Please stay- watch what I'll do.  I know I won't ever find ano...

Love is like art, It's not from the bodies, But straight from the heart. To everyone no matter what sort, Without labels without tort.

All the songs I got, Couldn't save the love you lost. An arrow was aimed that shot down our dove. In the court, where you are king; Your love, it has always reigned supreme. What else could I have wanted? Nothing babe. Sure we've taken our turns, We took turns to clear the burns, Am I right to say they're not always for the worst? They'll be more than once where you'll think back and smile. I know you thought you could not afford, All the things that I asked you for, But I know for me, your love always came first. I'll never forget your silly comments and flaws, Nor the beautiful things about you that you say you hate. I'll remember every second of our every date. Life reminds me of your face, All the time in whatever I do, And if it takes me too long to get over you, So be it babe. I won't say that I understand when I really can't. I'm no greatness, just a girl aching for your hands. So i...

A sea on the desert, A window on the table. A widow with a husband, A crocodile in the stable. A tomato in the shelf, A book inside the fridge. A cow underwater, A crack on the bridge. A slipper on the hand, A beaming sun at night. A pillow on the road, A boar that is white. A Buddha at church. A TV in exams, A flower that won't blossom, A horse that makes ham. A fly as a pet, A summertime ski, A shark in the tub, A rosebud in the sea.

I dream a bed of roses, a road to the rainbow;  a land of totality, a bisque unicorn;  a vast sugar cane field and a lightning bug show.