the gift of friendship

the gift of friendship is a priceless gift, that cannot be brought or sold,its value if far greater than a mountain of gold. for gold is cold and lifeless,it can neither see nor hear,and in the time of trouble it is powerless to cheer. it has no ear to listen,no heart to listen. it cannot bring you comfort or reach out a helping hand. so when you ask god for a gift,be thankful if he sends,not Diamonds,pearls or riches, but the love of a real true friend. PS: this is from my anthology. i hope you like it

"I could actually, win," I said to myself.

Then reality hit me in the face.

And I lost, before I could even try.

At one point you said you weren't ready
Now we're having this blessing
Things will get rough
Buttons will be pushed
But I want you to know
No matter how much we undergo
I'll stay by your side
As long as I got your back
I know you'll have mine.
This is a huge step in our relationship
But we gave each other so we'll make it
You're going to be great
Even the nights you have to stay up late
Warming the bottles, changing the diapers
You never were like the others
Your mightiness and royalty glows
You'll fall in love once you see his little toes
He's very fragile
So don't get crazy
My love we're having a baby




Xoxoxo
~sin

I remember being in elementary,(a)
I was constantly bored with the(b)
Drivel. Learn what they teach,(b)
Never mind differences, Jamie;(a)
                  

  Just memorise the drill.

           I remember the Spelling Bee,(c)
          They were impressed by me.(c)

They thought it strange to go(d)
So well, since I slept or wrote(d)
Thru ev'ry class; never to note.(d)

"How in the Hell is it that you won(e)
At Spelling, I was State Champion(e)
At my old school!??! Teach said you(f)
Do your thing; you haven't a clue;(f)
               I came in 2nd to you?!!?"(f)

I said, "It takes a simple mind to learn(g)
Simply, therefore you were not beaten(h)
By me: but rather by Arrogance, Hern."(g)


    What does that  mean,  asked  she.

Ihopeby now Hern has figured how
  A writer obsessed in each class, Recess,
At Lunch, on the Cheese Wagon a bunch,
Won Spelling Bees -Still stuck on studies.

While at work
Random thoughts crosses my mind
Then I’ll hurry to my note
To write down the line

Along the formation of sentences
I always get lost in the process
Poetic thoughts and verses
Gets tangled, I can’t progress

So I ended up with chaotic words
Unrhymed lines and incoherent thoughts
Vague ideas, unfinished poems
Scribbles, doodles on my notes

I am chasing word per word
Trying to form even a rhyme
Or whatever comes my mind
Just to amuse myself during my boring work