some nights I go to bed with a heavy heart;
drowned in thoughts of utter disgust
I can't bare to take a peek at the mirror,
for all I see is nothing but dust
some mornings I awake fresh and confident,
silky hair and sparkly eyes; the day is mine.
with my chin raised and chest stuck out,
I grace the place with my smile ablaze
I... feel beautiful.
hold on, the night draws and the day passes
I'm back to where I am
so tell me, who am I?
I am both; the day and the night
but may my nights turn to days
and may my tears be extinct
for I, am coming Home.
I am beautiful.
– 1.9.14
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
joyce foo,
that's what they call you
oh honey,
now we all know your love for food
and your joyful nature
only because you're (joy)ce (foo)d.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
the tummy rumbles
as her heart tumbles
underneath the mumbles
as she fumbles
with her book that read "humbles"
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
selling our hearts out;
like an auction
bid after bid,
open up the doors to the world
only to perceive we're left with nothing
nothing; nada!
the image of love so warped;
blurred visions,
we hit the skids,
we fail to apprehend,
that only One can satisfy
the One who created us
made from dust,
made for more,
made with love,
by love,
to love
with arms I'll gladly receive
this love given so freely-
this agape love
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
“there,
she lays still.
just as the sun sets and rises,
so does she;
her mind whispers “intertwined”
her emotions;
perplexed
she breathes.
with those big dreams,
she wonders and wanders.
shortsighted and obscured,
muddled thoughts.
selfish,
she was selfish.”
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC