Atlanta Bread

The flutes flow so vibrantly along the melody and my heart beats with the angelic sound of the staccato touch. Like a butterfly my mind floats and flutters in the cool breeze with thoughts of pleasantness. Sweetened to perfection, my breath is satisfied with the air and all is well and at peace wrapped in the blissful sounds of the strings. The tunes dance on my eardrums like a ballerina on her grand stage, whisking to and fro. My eyes rest beyond the hills, and there I lay in a serene slumber with my heart still beating to the angelic sound, breathing sweetness with my ears still attentively tuned in.

TRUTHS

What I think, I write
What I write is what I live
What I live is real
What my words say is truth
What is exaggerated, is for propaganda
What I think, write and live, is never to persuade
What I think, write and live is only a testimony

10 Unintentional Signs of a Woman's Company

1. She leaves hair in the bathroom after fixing it
2. She leaves a clothing item at your place
3. She leaves glitter or some make up on your face
4. She comes to visit unannounced
5. She takes up your time so that you have to postpone or cancel other engagements
6. She makes you deny the company of others
7. She leaves you smelling like perfume after embracing her
8. She causes you to lie about your true feelings
9. You grow and learn about life and yourself
10. You end up with a broken heart

My Day

You made my day. It was more beautiful than I ever imagined and so unexpected. I was elated when I walked in the room. My heart was overjoyed with feelings I had not felt in a long time. I didn't know how to react, and all I could do was smile. The insides of  me leaped like a child in an open field running wild. You made my day. Now I have a fond memory to cherish forever, and forever's are hard to come by. But I don't mind forever because longevity is the best. You were perfect and you made my day perfect.
Thank you!

Reasons for Seasons

Love blooms in the Spring time, but its approaching Fall
So in the meantime, I'll be hibernating in loneliness
Winters frost turns loneliness into a bitter cold heart
As I Fall apart, time passes before the melting starts
Hopes of a Spring love looms through the cold
Stories of it turning into beautiful Summer nights are untold
A Summer fling turned ablaze, and with it, I can grow old
Its only a thought, a mystery that my hands can't hold

I'm NOT Happy

They want to come in and disrupt my so far, so good. They want to change my course of action and all the plans I have revamped. My goals were set and I knew how I was going to reach them, but numbers and outlandish logic has deteriorated everything, and I'm NOT happy...

To Hell With Sleep: Part III, Uh-Oh!

I guess I'm tired again, funny thing is, I went to sleep last night and got decent hours worth of sleep...

Mr. Sand man, what's the plan man
I'm tired again, I'm your restless fan
The bags under my eyes must be loaded with sand
Granules with no discretion harassing me because they can
Bright white dreams, turned to a dusty tan
Peaceful slumber eluding the palms of my hand
And let's conclude, now that this race has been ran
That you, Mr. Sand man, have beat me again

(Shout out to my insomniacs)