Collection of honesty

The way you wake up next to me, The sun rays painted on your cheeks. Or if you've already woken up, and you're just watching me sleep. It's such a blessing to see you when I take my first peek Into another day as I feel your gentle kisses Wrapped into your arms, I turn weak. Yet so energized, when you smile at me I can almost memorize how mesmerized I am- each and every time. You're my favorite sight to a sun rise. Your every touch is a surprise. They say you'll find the joy of life, and I've found it in your eyes.

You're beautiful baby, Especially to me. You're everything I hoped for, everything I need. Now everything's not about me, not about you but about we. Didn't expect our closeness to come at this speed. You superseded to my heart and planted a seed. I didn't know how you got in I was half asleep, So defeated by love, I didn't care too much to believe.  What I like about you is that you don't see, The goodness I see in you it's what attracts you to me. How around you I can be playful I can run free. In your arms, it's home there's no where else I'd rather be. How you wrap me around your body tight and protectively. I love how you love me so entirely willingly, unconditionally. How I can stare into your eyes and stare at them endlessly. How you play it coy with my compliments and take them uneasily. How we talk and open up about things so ceaselessly. How you get my weirdness how you accept it so impressively. How you don't ...

Boy, you're born to drama. Can't you be more calm within, Read some Dalai Lama. Discussing others problems, Judging so thoughtlessly, So 'sillyly', forgive my grammar. Thinking you have all the answers, Thinking that you're awesome. 'I know the latest gossips. You'd never guess what happened.' What for? You may be the first to be informed, Tomorrow it'll go viral, Like newspaper on everyone's front door. You think you know something, But someone else knows even more. Swaying allegiance like a man with no notion, No nobility and humility. No empathy. Go on... your call. Create rainstorms, let it fall. Spread it to the basic bitches. It's a small society after all. And when the brawl ends, Your words may be forgiven but never forgotten. It's not respected, When you're igniting fires, While people are busy putting them out, Winning battles you ain't know nothing about. And no one's ever been poor by g...

His soul shines so brightly, His heart more precious than pure gold. T'was today that I realize, it was a loss to let him go. While I was holding some other man's hand, He watched with a torn heart but by my side he'd stand,  Ready to catch my fall cause he knew the boy was bad. Said he couldn't stand to see me sad when he found out it was over. I thought he'd be happy but he couldn't find satisfaction nor closure. He wish he could do more but he no longer desired to be the knight in my wars. "This train has left a little, I hope you understand. It wasn't the easiest thing, watching you leave with another man." We're still friends, aren't we? What more could I ask for. We can't change the past, regardless how much we deplore.  He clamped my hands between his palms and assured "I could've given you everything." But what's the point bringing up the past of something that turned into nothing. ...

My wrists feel a little naked, light as a feather, clear as a vein, The very person that locked me up released me of my chains. He removed the mask over my face, I can breathe and see again. My heart stopped bleeding from gentle stitches, there's no more pain. I can think clearly and make sense, the mind's no longer insane. There's no more sadness no more left to complain. There's no more hurt I tried so hard to contain. There's no more 'It's all okay' tough girl to maintain. There's no more lying to myself 'on behalf of him' to explain, No more 'try to look beautiful', it's perfectly good enough to be plain. There was a freedom I refrained too long to regain, Now I'm taking the fast lane to some fabulous freedom, And on the way to recovery I'll sure sing in the rain.

Yes? Can I help you? What you looking at? Is there something on my shirt? What you scowling at? Can't be the color of my skin? Thought we're way through with that. It's the 21st century honey, Let's drop the tit for tat. We're all just people, Difference is overrated. What's the use in your hatred? Stop frowning, your wrinkles speak energy wasted. Don't take side with Satan. Can't you see the beauty in the diversity fated? Color is culture translated. It's creation of greatness. Together as one, no one's graded. In a never ending circle somehow we're related. Be persuaded in God we're all celebrated.

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.

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...

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. 

"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...

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.