Almost here

i wrote this poem a long time ago…
but i like it…

almost here

closing my eyes as tight as i could

i could almost see his skin
a little darker than mine
and his beautiful smile,
and his rich deep brown eyes,
his eyes glistening in the light
as he looks into my eyes

i could almost smell his cologne
like the day his skin
accidently brushed mine
and i was in pure esctasy
he smells like a summer breeze
as it washes over me

i could almost feel his hand
he held my hand and let go
as we put our hands up
and our hands were like
the opposite poles of a manget
colliding with each other

i could almost hear his voice
as it rises and falls to
the melodious tune as he sings
my name to his own harmony
above the song of the wind
and i clap for him

i could almost taste his lips
that time we kissed under
the beautiful starlit sky and
and i felt him suck very softly
on my bottom lip and tongue
and i felt butterflies in my stomach

i hear an loud ringing sound
in the distance and all the beautiful,
vibrant colors were eradicated,
and i wake up, face up
looking at the white ceiling
i want to moan and groan

it takes me a second, then i smile
and get up out of my bed
my mom waiting in the next room
asks why i am smiling
i dont hesitate at all
i sit next to her and tell her

i was dreaming of someone special

Where’s the love?

I love this song so much!

Not because it shows some of the bad stuff we do to ourselves

But it shows that some people still have faith in humankind

After all the things we do to ourselves

And we need it, so bad.

I know I still have faith!

 

Where’s the love?

By Black Eyed Peas ft. Justin Timberlake

 

What’s wrong with the world, mama?
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas

 

 

I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma
(because it makes life interesting,

as long as its not happening to u)

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
(shows that the US is a big hippocrit)

 

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
(i love this part so much)

 

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
(the media does show “madness,”

and so we get mad at each other) 

 

Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate

Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all,

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek?
(probably not the US)

 

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above

(he did already, God did send guidance,

Hundreds of years ago)
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?

(Love)

Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love,
The love, the love?

It just ain’t the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane?

 

 

If love and peace is so strong,
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong ?

 

 

Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young

 

 

So ask yourself, is the lovin’ really gone?

So I could ask myself, really what is goin’ wrong?

 

 

In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
(hmmm, I wonder who is he talking about here)

Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother

(Respect is a big thing for me)

 

 

A war is goin’ on, but the reason’s undercover
The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
(so you have to look for and find the truth,

Instead of the media giving it to u)

 

If you never know truth, then you never know love
(this line is so true)

 

Where’s the love, y’all? come on (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all? come on (I don’t know)
(its hidden, its invisible, but its there)

 

Where’s the love, y’all?

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek?

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love? (Love)

Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love,
The love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
( that’s why I look for the people who smile at me,

 

It usually means that they are warm)

 

Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ our wrong direction
( I believe this is going to be our downfall)

 

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
(show me the wrong information, now)

 

Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
(now the childrean believe the wrong information,

and would act on the wrong information)

 

Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

 

 

Yo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality

 

 

Instead in spreading love, we spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading years away from unity
(the ignorance among people is something bad,

and the lack of understanding will keep us apart)

 

That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under

 

 

Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
(people must have faith in humankind

I know I still do)

People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt and you hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love? (Love)

Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)

 

Little miracles!

Little miracles

Some people think miracles have to be big
They don’t have to be something huge
I believe they can be very small
If you look around, you will find them

A miracle is walking past someone
Whom you have never met or seen before
And your eyes meet theirs
And that person smiles at you

A miracle is as simple as breathing
And In and out the air goes
The most amazing thing about it is
We don’t have to think about it

A miracle is just opening your eyes waking up
Bright and early in the morning,
And while you are eating or bathing
You find yourself in your own body

And in stressful times, a miracle is a friend
Who is willing to help you when you are in need,
Whether you need help in homework
Or just a friend to talk to and listen to them

A miracle is a mother saying “No!” to something
If it’s going out with friend or just leaving the house
She is doing everything she can to protect the child
From any harm from the harsh and cruel world

A miracle is just sitting there and listening
To a friend or a friendly neighbor,
And when it’s really quiet and everything still
You could hear a beautiful song in the wind

A miracle is looking to yourself for comfort
And hugging yourself for no good reason
Tell yourself that you are a beautiful person
And finally loving yourself for who you really are

A miracle is thanking God that you are alive every day
Not only on your best day, but on your worst days too
“You only live once; make the most of it,” the saying goes
And one of these days, you will go to a new life.

A miracle is looking out in the crowd
And find a person who acts different from everyone else
Or wears clothes that are “strange” or “weird”
And finally finding a person who stands out

A miracle is seeing someone trying to impact a life
Not necessarily putting your life on the risk
But helping people, making a difference in someone’s life
Or if you can’t suceed, to at least try to do something

A miracle is when everyone else is telling lies
And someone in the crowd speaks out against it
And you find out by accident that it’s the truth
The person being that one voice for the truth

A miracle is not finally finding the man of your dreams
It’s not kissing someone or flaunting what you have
It’s not trying to “fit in” or being popular in school
I hope you see that it’s so much more than that

To see them brings joy and happiness to my world
And I encourage you to try to find them
And see if they bring happiness to your world
I want to tell you one more little thing

I love and live for these little miracles!

We all have to look a certain way, huh?

We all have to look a certain way, dont we?
You have to be perfect…
You have to have the perfect hair, the perfect teeth, the perfect weight, the perfect size…
Otherwise you won’t get the perfect guy to fall for you…
Oh is that right? And what if there’s no such thing as perfect …
Then how does that work?
Perfection only in heaven that everything is perfect and we are not in heaven
Even though people know that, they still stive for it
You have to look a certain way to look beautiful….
Girls put on make up… and they want to lose weight…
Girls in movies have big breats… and big breats are beautiful…
Or so guys say… right?
Its not only in girls too though….
Guys have to have a six pack…
Or so girls say… right?
And what is this all for?
to be “hot”… could someone please give me the definition of “hot”?
We all are flawed, that’s a part of life… and there’s nothing we could do about it…
We have to learn to accept our flaws and learn to love ourselves, even though we are flawed…
It gets so pathetic when people get so blind….
People only judge on the outside….
I would rather be known for my wisdom or kindness or even intelligence…
Looks after a while fade… and what will guys do after that?
When guys look at me, they just turn their heads….
They don’t take the time to get to know me better…
You know the old saying “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
If you look again and take one better look at me… you will see the real me…
The real me is wise
The real me is kind
The real me is smart
People don’t see that … because the concepts are abstract…
Everyone is different… and everyone is not you….
I am actually happy that we are not all the same… life would have been so boring….
We shouldn’t try to change that… that we are flawed…
Because if we are not flawed, then we wouldn’t have any flaws to work on…
People try to generalize other people… you can’t put people in categories…
So next time you see someone who you think is “ugly,” please look past that and remember that every person is different and a world with same-ness would be a very boring world.