Dear God...

Dear God,

It's me, the girl who often doubts your teachings

and ignores your words. The girl who only asks

when she wants and when she desperately needs.

But despite my flaws, despite my arrogance,

You have always forgiven me, and listen to me

when I call.

I don't doubt your work, in fact I've seen the miracles

you have performed on my family and friends.

I do believe in You in a way I don't believe in anything else.

You brought Christopher back to life

You healed him so he can stand again.

You cured my grandmother of two cancers

and You gave meaning to their life in their old age.

Sometimes I only ignore your teachings because

of the continuos praises they sing of you.

And I will admit it's true.

Dear God,

Today I call on you again.

My family and I will be calling on you, and asking you for

one more favour:

You have been by my grandma's side for a long time now.

And now that the doctors may have discovered

something new, something possibly bad,

Please be by her side.

Keep her calm, keep her healthy

Please hold up the faith in her that she has for you.

She is scared, so am I, so are we

But we don't want to worry over what may not be.

I am praying that it's just some extra tissue

that can be removed, and nothing else more serious.

But let her nor my grandpa worry about this situation.

Instead pour happiness and hope and faith

into their hearts.

Let them look forward to the brighter and warmer

days to come.

For this and more and for everything

you have blessed me with,

I give thanks to You.

The place to be

Old school music piping through aged charming buildings

with rustic interior decorations matched with classic pieces 

Ageless streets stashing away secret treasures 

hosting flashbacks of unforgettable memories

Dark hideaways preserving bittersweet romances 

Childhood memorabilia, teenage stash-aways 

Outgrown clothing, dateless artifacts, expired tickets 

Untold secrets, covered up lies

Sweet stickyness melting into one

wishful wishes

chocolate frosted clouds pouring down

gold champagne and kissable rain drops

drinkable sunsets over a sea of diamonds

huggable wind blowing maple leaves soft

against pillow fillings into 

the cyan shimmering sky 

hearable laughter infinite smiles

immortal feelings of pleasure

small skips of joy embraceable warmth

holding hands with comfortable security

colourful feelings with a dash of

hopes coming true adding life to

black and white ambitions 

happy fragrances embedded into

expandable souls 

Unchained Melodies

Just can't get it right today

What's the point of getting it right any day

Might as well give up and cry 

Instead of brusing from the fight 

It's been years since it's been gone

Nearly a year since something worked 

I guess I'm going to give up 

I guess I'm going to give up 

But steady hands will take the wheel

Steering in the right direction, never fail

One must be prepared to be there

And not try to come back 

Unless the road may lead

 me back to you

What will give to get what's fair 

Is it what you really need 

Do you even know what's that 

Do you see what I see 

Maybe if you didn't care

you would realize that your world 

is crashing down, 

If you just realized... 

That this may pass you by

like the other opportunities that 

we never realized we missed out on 

The search is on for someone 

for something that will make us crazy 

While the only thing that's on our mind

is exactly what we've got 

If you just realize

that what you want 

is not what you need

Somewhat bored and needing to exercise my brain, I have gained inspiration from 4 songs- Just Can't Seem to Get it Right, Sunday Morning, Stop and Stare, Realize and Make Love in this Club, to create a (literally speaking) Unchained Melody 

Permanant Days

Jingle bells; Fairy lights; Midnight kisses

Champagne bubbles; Indulgence; Teddy bears 

Permanent Mondays; Sweet spritz; Fire works 

Yellow light; Morning breezes; Tinkles 

Familiar warmth; Unbroken promises; Saving graces

Coffee beans; Shimmering powder; Pillows 

Resolutions; Mended hearts; Candle light

a beautiful mess

It kind of hurts when I think of it

though its past memories buried

or is it really done? 

The crying doesn't help ease the pain

it adds to the loneliness of the hour

and the insecurity of the situation 

There's a pile of mess and

it doesn't make sense, should I try to

clean it up or leave it 

A part of me fell lose the day 

we parted and I got on a plane 

but there was no turning back

and no hope for what come may

Something so good could be so bad

Something so sweet could be so bitter 

Something so real could be such a joke 

It's a complicated mess of 

insolvable equations of love and

emotions and theories on life

I know I would give to be in a 

tight embrace, with the warmth

of security and a hope for tomorrow 

 

pollination

there's no such thing as too much chocolate

as opposed to what you said about it. 

there's no such thing as too much knowledge 

although there might be regrets of knowing too much. 

when does a teaching turn into a lecture 

when does a praise turn into an insult 

when does a question turn into an assumption 

when does a conversation turn into an argument 

when does a promise turn into a joke

when does a mass of confusion turn clear 

when does love turn into war