In Time (it rhymes)

His clothes

smell like

pine 

I stare 

at him like

wine

he 

is 

fine

in time

he will 

call me

mine.

No More Poetry

I am no longer saving my words for poetry

I am saving them for you

I won’t say a word

But I want to

Sing you a verse

Hold your hand

Breathe your air

Paint your sky

Walk your dusty roads

Work your plans

Have a Coke or brew

My heart in your hand

It is hard to be away from you

Harder to be beside

Because

I am not saying a word

Though I want to

I am no longer saving them for poetry

I am saving them for you

P.S.

Let’s have lemonade

And banana pies (again)

Stories get better

When we take time

photo from here

To Whom It May Concern

As a personal practice, I write a thankful post every March 2nd. I will be writing one today. Meanwhile, I can not stop myself from liking this song by The Civil Wars.

Dear Mr. Here

Take my hand

I wont cling

Nor fling

I can be entertaining

But I don’t sing

I bring

Good things

Like

Words on a string

(though sometimes they sting)

Jokes that swing

Ideas with a *twing*

I wear no bling

But I wont ask for a ring

Just sing

There’s a man

I’m taking

A shot at forgetting

I winked

And started to sink

Im not looking

For a love unending

Just need a mending

So I could tweet

And be trending

Write

And get a following

Pose

And be posting

Photographs

Of hands holding

Eyes twinkling

Bodies clinging

To the envy

Of people watching

Hating Talking

Of this thing

Going on in between

No

Not a fling

And I won’t cling

(they call me the exit queen)

Will you be my temporary king?

Take my hand

p.s.

If you love

string things

I can't risk my heart

for another breaking

so, NO

i can't be available

for taking

...

on the other hand

they don't call me Venus

for nothing

so...

For Good ( From Wicked)

Blessed is the person who finds friends, real friends.

Elphaba):
I'm limited
Just look at me - I'm limited
And just look at you
You can do all I couldn't do, Glinda
So now it's up to you
For both of us - now it's up to you...

(Glinda):
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you

(Glinda):
Because I knew you

(Both):
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for

(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share

(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore

(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood

(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

Resuming: Day 13 - MY BODY

WHAT? This has to be what I should write about the day I decide to reopen this blog?

I guess there's no running away from this. So, NO! I am not comfortable with my body. Oh, only the flabby tummy. The rest? I'm fine with them.

I dont have perfect arms, no perfect legs, imperfect face. But only by the Vogue Magazine's standards. By the standards of the Most High, I am perfect!

So, yes, I go about my day hoping I'd lose a pound but I don't stress it out. I watch what I eat (now) and (struggle to ) exercise but I don't really make a career out of it. I wish I could wear form fitting clothes, or the least, clothes off the rack but I am right now fine with what I have. Or at least, I can still shuffle my clothes and pull off a decent and interesting ensemble.

I thank God for my body. It's the only one I have.

P.S. I will try to write more regularly. I will probably write with a lot more heart in it.

Morning Has Broken

Twist

Turn

She won’t come back

The sun is fighting

To un-seat the moon

Blink

Open

Your eyes to the tune

Your ears don’t hear

The music in the room

Stop

Still

The ache in your heart

Bid goodbye to your dream

I’ll take it