When you're broken and down,
Just remember that;
Broken crayons still color.

If I had a flower
for every time  I thought of you ,
I could walk in  my own garden forever.
And that would be amazing, wouldnt it?
It indeed, would be.

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother, “What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? What comes next? Oh right, will I be rich?” Which is almost pretty depending on where you shop. And the pretty question infects from conception, passing blood and breath into cells. The word hangs from our mothers' hearts in a shrill fluorescent floodlight of worry.

“Will I be wanted? Worthy? Pretty?” But puberty left me this funhouse mirror dryad: teeth set at science fiction angles, crooked nose, face donkey-long and pox-marked where the hormones went finger-painting. My poor mother.

“How could this happen? You'll have porcelain skin as soon as we can see a dermatologist. You ****** your thumb. That's why your teeth look like that! You were hit in the face with a Frisbee when you were 6. Otherwise your nose would have been just fine!

“Don't worry. We'll get it fixed!” She would say, grasping my face, twisting it this way and that, as if it were a cabbage she might buy.

But this is not about her. Not her fault. She, too, was raised to believe the greatest asset she could bestow upon her awkward little girl was a marketable facade. By 16, I was pickled with ointments, medications, peroxides. Teeth corralled into steel prongs. Laying in a hospital bed, face packed with gauze, cushioning the brand new nose the surgeon had carved.

Belly gorged on 2 pints of my blood I had swallowed under anesthesia, and every convulsive twist of my gut like my body screaming at me from the inside out, “What did you let them do to you!”

All the while this never-ending chorus droning on and on, like the IV needle dripping liquid beauty into my blood. “Will I be pretty? Will I be pretty? Like my mother, unwrapping the gift wrap to reveal the bouquet of daughter her $10,000 bought her? Pretty? Pretty.”

And now, I have not seen my own face for 10 years. I have not seen my own face in 10 years, but this is not about me.

This is about the self-mutilating circus we have painted ourselves clowns in. About women who will prowl 30 stores in 6 malls to find the right cocktail dress, but haven't a clue where to find fulfillment or how wear joy, wandering through life shackled to a shopping bag, beneath those 2 pretty syllables.

About men wallowing on bar stools, drearily practicing attraction and everyone who will drift home tonight, crest-fallen because not enough strangers found you suitably fuckable.

This, this is about my own some-day daughter. When you approach me, already stung-stayed with insecurity, begging, “Mom, will I be pretty? Will I be pretty?” I will wipe that question from your mouth like cheap lipstick and answer, “No! The word pretty is unworthy of everything you will be, and no child of mine will be contained in five letters.

“You will be pretty intelligent, pretty creative, pretty amazing. But you, will never be merely 'pretty'.”

Anthropology teaches us that alpha male;
is the one that is wearing the crown,
displaying the colorful plumage,
shiniest bubbles,
stands out from the others,
but I may have now realize that anthropology may have it wrong,
I've come to realize that;
the quiet man,
the invisible man,
the man that is always there for friends and family,
that's the real alpha male.

"I always make a living so, that I can make movies. I never make movies to try to make a living. I think that's a big mistake that new comers do. They always focus on how can my passion, pay me. And I think that's a terrible place to start. If the reason why you're doing anything creative is to make a living then I think you're doing it wrong. You get into it because it's a true passion , it's something you really believe in  or don't get into it at all."

Settle down with me,
Cover me up,
Cuddle me in,
Lie down with me,
Hold me in your arms.

Like the homemade batter,
When bake under constant fire,
We become a muffin.

Time Flies,
Time wait for no man,
Time heals all wounds,
All any of us wants is more time,
Time to stand up,
Time to grow up,
Time to let go.
Time.

Sometimes I wonder what the person;
I will spend the rest of my life with,
my soulmate,
is doing at that very moment.

What are they like?
Where do they live?
When will I meet them?
How old are they?
Who do they hangout with?
What do they look like?
Are they happy?

And in these moments I can understand the magnitude of fate.


-tc.

Doctors.


What are doctors? Doctors are people who make the most important decision of their lives to truly choose to dedicate themselves to the care of others. A humble and honest creature that knows in this world full of love it is up to them to recognize that love.  Doctors are not Gods nor healers. They are care givers willing to spare an unbearable amount of time to help solve ones heath problems by finding solutions that will truly be able to help a person in need. However, to finding solution, to finding cures and bearing the pain that they see in every patient that they meet, they find a remarkable vast amount of joy. So what make them choose to become caregivers??
It's simply because they know that their job brings sheer of benefit and transformation to genuinely shaping their own life as they find the true meaning of life when they help others get better from a deadly disease or from a fractured bone to removing a malignant tumor from a brain. That is why they do this. They do this because they want not to be acknowledge when finding a cure but, they understand that, giving makes them feel like they're living and that every human's life is worth the same and worth saving.

Perhaps,
Time Machine really did'nt exist,
Cause if it existed,
We would be;
Standing there,
Closing our eyes,
Reversing time,
To make life seems so perfect,
But, life isn't suppose to be perfect,
It's meant to be messy,
We were build for imperfections,
Perfect imperfections.

-tc.

Calm your mind,
Change the world.

-tc.

During a seminar, a woman asked," How do I know if I am with the right person?"

The author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, "It depends. Is that your partner?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?" Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind
replied the author.

Here's the answer.

Every relationship has a cycle… In the beginning; you
fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls,
want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet."Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.

Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It's a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.

Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, "Am I with the right person?" And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you
may begin to desire that experience with someone
else. This is when relationships breakdown.

The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the person you found.

People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.

Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later.

Because (listen carefully to this):

The key to succeeding in a Relationship is not finding the right person; it's learning to love the Person you found.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know
WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it.

Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner), Just as there are physical laws Of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know how to apply these laws, the results are predictable.

Love is therefore a "decision". Not just a feeling.

Remember this always: God determines who walks into your life. It is up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and who you refuse to let GO!

She's got
a big heart,
a bright smile that could light up the whole town,
a reckless mind,
a soulful soul,
I think it's beautiful the way she carries herself.

Nerds?
Are Intellectually Badass creatures.

"I will speak my mind."

Love me.
Choose me.
Pick me.

Like the stars,
You shine brightest during the darkest hour,
The darker the night,
The brighter they shine,
You are the stars to me
and that's when you and I collide.

You are beautiful just the way you are,
uniquely created,
differently distinct,
an exquisite creature,
an amazing soul that has touch many.

Don't do implants,
Don't do botox,
Don't do plastic surgery,
Don't change who you are.

And if you were to ask me,
if you were beautiful,
I would tell you;
Every girl is beautiful,
Sometimes it just takes the right man to see it,
And you are beautiful more than words can speak.

when she speaks,
we listen,
when she moves,
we watch,
And;
where she goes,
we follow.

she controls.
she masters.

Life is so delicate,
Delicate to such as a flower,
Endowing it's beauty to others,
that they may understand the truth,
that there is no such thing as a dull life,
but truly, colorfully made as
delicate as can be for you and me.

There are only two significant places,
where hellos and goodbyes ought to play their roles.

It's where lovers depart from each other,
It's where a decorated soldier from war is welcomed,
It's where a foreign student on visa says goodbye to a country she beloved,
It's where the gypsy soul says hello to an unknown part
of the world.

It's where the comatose patient has awoken,
It's where the old is removed to make way for the new,
It's where babies are brought to the world with a cry of a new life,
It's where miracles happen once in a while,
It's where a heart transplant says hello to a whole new host,
It's where the DNR is signed.

"Do we except the love we deserve ?"

It's not wrong to look in the future,
But always,
always,
always,
live in the moment.

I'm sitting on a couch near my window,
It's raining,
tiny droplets of rain forms on my window,
a great book in my hand,
and a big mug of hot coffee on the stacked of books,
I glanced away from my book towards the darken sky
and pouring rain,
And I tell myself that "words are beautiful"
after letting out a sigh.
I then realize that Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughts  and the thoughts have found its words.
Writting and Reading has always been my own therapeutic therapy.
During the good and the bad.

Sometimes,
I prefer to be alone,
To be in solitude.

Dont get me wrong,
Its not that I hate the prospect of socializing,
It's just that; being alone,
Comes with less baggage,
Less mess,
And it uncomplicates my life.

I love being alone,
By myself,
Strolling the park with no other than your own company,
Besides, being solitude is where creativity creeps in.

Be unstoppable.
Be so good they can't ignore you.
Be a woman on fire with passion that glows in your eye.
Work hard and don't give up.
Be kind and exquisite.
Be anything but, ordinary.
Be goal oriented and know what you want.
Don't let any man validate your existence.
You are beautiful so, feel beautiful.
Don't let anyone get into your head.
You are you.
And no one can ever replace you.
So stay you but, always make time for personal growth.
Cause that's how you grow.

If he doesn't chase you,
after you walk away,
keep walking.

It's 4 weeks more to Finals,
and I'm not ready.
It's a few more days to go to practical exam,
and I've not covered all the rocks in the lab.
It's a few more days to go to my physics quiz,
and I'm not prepared.

Assignments dued,
Lab report to be typed,
Presentation for the taking,
unsorted,dangling of proposals,

But then I remember how far I've come,
I've decided to give it one last best shot,
Because you'll never be able to take back
your semester.
It will eventually pass.

I want to look back and
realize ive done my best.
so no regrets.

I hope you find something that changes the entire notion of what it means to be human.

When Benjamin Franklin left independence hall just after the second drafting.
He was approach by a woman on the street and the woman said;
"Mr. Franklin, what manner of government have you bequip us?"
And Franklin said;
"A republic ma'am. If you can keep it."
The responsibility of a country is not in the hands of a privilege few.
We are strong. We are free from ternary as long as each one of us remember his or her duty as a citizen. Whether its to report a *** hole at the top of the street or lies in the state of union address.
Speak up!! Ask those questions!!
Demand that truth.
Democracy is not a free ride man, I'm here to tell you.
But this is where we live.
And if we do our jobs, this is where our children will live.
God bless it.

Today was a sad day for me,
I told everything that had happened today,
to you by text,
I miss you so much, so badly, I need you now,
I heard a knock and
I came running downstairs,
And there you are,
My door has a see through window,
I could see your face,
And your bag,
That I know is filled with a night's clothes of change,
Your face tired,
Beaming with a smile,
And I'm already so glad to see you here,
We glared for a moment,
Stagnant,
Not moving,
And I came running to the door,
Swinging it open,
leaping towards you,
As you come catching me
at the middle of the night.

Dating should'nt end just because you said " I do",
Dating is a timeline of learning someone in a special way,
Why would'nt you want that to ever stop?
It should'nt.

You're walking with her,
and it kills me.
You're always with her,
and it kills me.
But, how am I suppose to tell you,
how I truly feel deep inside,
when it's you that I want, but can't have.
Sometime's I feel invisible.
But I guess,
I can learn to love you and not have you.
I can learn to not miss you, when I do.
I can learn to be happy for both of you and wish the best for you,
even though deep down it kills me.

I was sitting in the train,
A young boy sat next to me,
Started crying,
I asked ,
He said he was cancer free,
For the first time.

But in a few moments,
A tremor,
An earthquake,
An accident,
He was gone,
Before my eyes.

So take chances,
Take risk,
Take a leap,
And;
**Go Ye Forth and live life to the fullest.

The world is finite with human,
But you only truly care bout a handful of those human,
And within those amount of handful people,
You have like about three or four best friends,
And only one you really thought was your perfect fit,
The one you pour out your heart and soul,
You fears and virtue,
Your hopes and dreams,
Your ***** secret,
But trust no one,
I mean it; no one,
Because eventually all will fail,
Even that one person you pour your heart out,
Will fail,
So trust no one,
Only yourself.

It's a few days back,
and my life's already change,
I found out ,
something bad,
something new,
something that's unexpected,
something that's to an utter shock,
the words "disaster" scream into my lungs,
drowning me,
flooding me with an echo of silence,
I looked unto you across the cafeteria,
My hearts stabbed with a knife,
A wound  fluttering with pain,
It's unbearable, this feeling i have for you,
So deep,
It's a raging sea of fire,
tumultuous redness surrounds me,
I'm banging the door so loud,
So loud that no one hears me,
My room blasting with loud music,
I'm singing along, crying,
And at last I fell asleep,
And that's just to begin with you.

Looking back at high school,
It was not a happy time,
People didn't seem to like me,
High school ***** for anybody;
That was different.

But you have to get through high school,
But then there's college,
But there, in the real world,
You'll find where you fit in,
Some place you call home,
Some friends you call family.

You're half away across the sea,
And I long to talk to you.
You're my other half,
You're my jigsaw to my puzzle,
You're my fork to my knife,
You're my person.

I miss those long strolls we take,
when we get a heartbreak.
I miss those sky gazing we do,
when it's just two.
I miss those piggy back ride,
on a sunny day,

I cant wait to run to your arms,
with arms wide open,
to feel your hug
and your warm embrace.

As your arms grip my waist,
and I'm tip-toing,
I run my fingers through your hair,
I miss you.
I miss us.

Dear girls,

We like you for your brains,
not your body.

Sincerely,
Zombies.

-tc.

Our bodies moving,
swaying to the music,
pressed against each other.

I let my head fall against your shoulder, rest it there.
I smell your clothes,
the perfume that resides in their fibre,
that lingers all along your shoulder blade.
I turn higher and smell your neck and you smell different here,
more sweat and skin, perhaps.
Delicious.

I sink my nose into your hair,
tickling it,
and I smell lavender,
the shampoo you use, and the night itself.
There’s nothing quite like your scent,
all your different smells, all wonderful.

I find it wonderful,
that everyday,
you get to make a better tomorrow
from the yesterday's we make.
So look forward,
we heads held up high.
Because make tomorrow a great one.
Amen!!

You've got to find people who love like you do.

She wasn't just beautiful,
She was filled with heavenly sweetness,
She was like coming up for fresh air.

Light of my life,
Fire of my *****,
my sin,
my soul,
my everything.

-tc

You pretend I'm not there,
You pretend like you don't care,

You only run to me when you need me,
But I'm always, always there,

I thought you were mine to keep,
But there you go shredding me into pieces,
over and over again.

So here's to goodbye,
Here's to the memories we build,
Here's to where I draw the line.

So don't come running after me when it's a little to late,
Cause It was your lost, not mine.
I was there, always have been, always was.

But, now I'm not to sure anymore.
Because I'm tired of it all.
I want to be chosen, captivated by heart.
Not just needed and thrown aside.

So cheers,
Here's to goodbye.

Whenever I fall for someone,
I'll always ask myself; why?

And it get's me to a point,
where my mind gets blank,
like an empty canvas,
waiting to be painted.

I guess you could say that,
I'm the weaker ones.

The weaker ones that falls for the little
things you do,
you know,
those little minute details,

like opening the door
when books are up to my arm,
like walking me to my car
when it's midnight,
and let's me walk first
just because I'm a lady.

I know it sounds cliche,
in a way, you may not understand.
But coming from a girl,
always standing at the sideline,
getting passed by
like rocks along the side walk.

It probably means a lot.
It probably makes her feel like a million bugs.
Or in another lay mans term, "happy".
It makes her feel "happy".

Perhaps the reasons to why I fall for you,
maybe vague,
perhaps even cliche,
but it is the truth, an undeniable truth.
And I hope you will understand it one day.
Or perhaps someday.

Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire,
Bring me my spear,
O'clouds, unfold,
Bring me my Chariot of fire.

I don't accept help well,
I was raised to hold my own.

Are you blind that you don't see what's in front of you?
Look carefully.
Don't you see that beautiful person right next to you?
Maybe, she's not pretty enough.
Maybe, she's got some pimple over her face.
Maybe, she doesn't have a great body.
Maybe, she's  not even hot.
Maybe, she does'nt go party.
Maybe, she love's being alone sometimes.
Maybe, she's hard to figure out.
Maybe, she loves laughing too hard.
But is that what truly counts in a girl?
Because beauty facades.
Skills fade.
Youth turns old.
Wild party cats last fooorever.
So, ponder.

Think. Because the choices are in your hands. Decide.
Because one day, that person right next to you, you call friend. Might be gone and it's too late.
She might also be the best of you.