"I'll always come back."
   "What if you don't?"

"I will."

I wish I could tell you it gets better.
But it doesn't get better.
You get better.

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.

It was once said that happiness is waking up from bed without a thing in your mind.*

And that's  true. Really. Its true

I want to be wild,
beautiful,
and free
just like the sea.

The world will come through right through your little window.

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

If you look back;
On life,
On your life,
You're not the same person,
You'll never be of yesterday,
Never will you be;
Ever.
You're constantly changing,
Every moment,
Every season,
Everyday.

-tc.

The fine art of love,
is loving somebody,
like loving your own self,
but, other than your own self,
And that's love.

"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Do you want me to prove it?" he asked.
"Yes, if you're not too sleepy." She said.

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

If you love someone tell them because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken

Love me.
Choose me.
Pick me.

Meredith,
starts with a wet nose,
And ends with a tail,
She's my person,
My best friend,
The love of my life,
She's the person I take on
adventures with.

To many more great years ahead.
Cheers!!!

There's this thing about the dead.
When your love one is gone,
When someone you love has passed away,
The DNR signed,
Plugs were taken out,
He layed Stiff,
Buried underground,
Deep beneath dirt,
Deep beneath earth,
You try to remember those moments with him,
Your first date,
Your first kiss on the elevator,
Flashbacks come and go,
And you smell his sweater that he likes,
You're missing him so bad,
Sometimes you cry out his name
when you're asleep,
The side of the bed is wearing unevenly,
Sometimes you feel his presence,
You know you'll survive this,
but, sometimes you just wish that he'll always be there,
to hold your hands,
when you're scared to face the world alone.
It's been a year,
and I'm still mesmerize when I look at you,
how you've move forward,
how you've move on,
so courageously,
so fearlessly,
so swiftly.
I know you're still learning how
to let go,
I can see it in your eyes.
Hang in there, dear heart.

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.

Nerds?
Are Intellectually Badass creatures.

I believe in a world without labels.

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.

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.

One year from today,
we meet at the reflecting pool,
on the mall,
right by the coffee cart.

One year from today.

It's scary to be in love, that much I know.
it's also wonderful and special and If you can't say or
fully express it,
then you'll never going to be able to experience it,
and I want you to experience everything that's great
because you're so great.
I'm not saying you say "I love you",
with a drop of a hat.
It has to be right and real and
it has to have taken a lot of thought.
But, someday with someone it will be right,
I want you to be ready for that moment
when it happens.

It's apparent that talking about heartbreaks
to friends who cares
really do help.
But it's also apparent that there are those
who lets all hell break loose.
Those are the ones we stay away.
But the ones that cherish you at heart.
and help you get through the day,
Those are the ones I respect, trust
and cherish at heart.
Sometimes a helping hand is all you need
to know that the air you breathe now
isn't always going to be stale.

It's late at night,
And you creep in,
The lights all off,
You gave me a kiss.

The sun shines,
And the wind blows in,
I feel your warmth,
I smell your perfume.

I turn to the side,
You're still asleep,
I touch your skin,
I gave you a kiss.

If she's there by your side when you need a friend,
Makes you laugh,
Makes you dance,
And she told you that you will find love again,
Believe it or not she's quite perfect.

So plant your own garden,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.

The thing about politics is;
Everybody wants to be a hero,
But nobody wants to get their hands *****.

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'.”

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.

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

she controls.
she masters.

There is someone for everyone.
Someone you're meant to spend the rest of your life with.
Alright.
You just have to be open enough to see it.
That's all.

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.

the sun loved the
moon so much
he died  every night
to let her breathe.

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.

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

Some do drugs,
Others go for a run,
But at the end we're all searching for that tiny space,
Perhaps a hole,
That gives shelter from the terrible reality of the world.

The 3C's in life:
Choice, Chance and Change.

You must make the choice,
To take the chance,
If you want anything in life to change.

Apologize when you've done something wrong but, dont you ever dare apologize for the way you eyes refuse to stop shining.

We lose ourselves,
But,
We find ourselves too.

-tc.

We're all withstanding the lows,
To get a taste of the highs,
They're that good.

-tc.

I understand if you need time;
to heal,
and
to live a life without me.

I understand if I have to wait for you
and
I will.
I'll wait.
And when you're ready for me,
I'll be ready for you.

I remembered the first time you walk me to my car,
I remember the first time you walk with me endlessly around,
I like having you near me,
Around me,
Beside me,
So close that I find it hard to breathe,
So close that I feel your warmth,
And everyday of my moments,
I would go back to that same day,
where we took our first walk,
wishing that If I could turn back time oneday, someday.
I'll definitely would like to relive that moment ever again.
It's probably nothing to you but it was magical for me.

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.

I've live so many lives,
through books and movies.
Cheer!!

To actually live is courageous.
Most people only exist, that is all.

-Oscar Wilde.

Take this fainted heart,
Take this tainted hand,
Wash me in your love,
And come like grace again.

-tc.

Tonight it hit me hard,
I remember you staring at me,
In the garden,
The grass greener than ever,
Your coat,
Your paw,
Your eyes so lovely brown.

Here's to the best friend I had,
The one I come home to,
A great companion,
A just listener,
The one that cheers me up when I'm hurt.

You're gone,
And you're never coming back,
This I know,
But some part of you will always be with me,
I'll like to believe you're in heaven,
Like all dogs, Osty only saw the good in people.
Dogs are like that.
People should take a lesson.

Nothing in this universe happens once.
Nothing.
Infinity goes in both direction.
There is no unique event.
No singular moment.
It means you'll get another chance.
I promise from my head.
I promise from my heart.
You'll get another chance.

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.

To travel is to live,
To see,
To feel,
To fall in love,
To experience,
Everything that is new.

So no matter where you are,
And where you're from,
Breaking night,
Or trying to survive,
Life's not meant to be live at one place,
So Travel.