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 

 

Wish List

I wish you could have been there

for the sun&rain&the long hard hills.

For the sound of a thousand conversations

scattered along the road. 

For the people laughing&crying&remembering 

at the end. 

But mainly, I wish you could have been there

-x- Story People -x-

It's hardest to love the ordinary things,

but you have plenty of opportunities to practice.

cross perceptions

I raised you to be a success

and now I'm the frailing one

You show me love through materials

instead of a warm embrace and words

You talk about me in another language

thinking I don't understand

You say you want a bullet through your head

if you turn out to be like me in your nines 

Don't be too soon to speak. 

You tell me what to do

where to work, what to eat

Its too much when you tell me what to wear 

You tell me to gain independence 

but you've been the shelter over my life

You've been the best and worst in me

You've brought out the beautiful 

and ugly in me 

I can only obey in fear of being wrong