I Met Someone

I met someone

He's cute

Tall, charming, considerate

But he doesn't 'get' me the way I hoped he would 

I guess I don't get him either 

Oh, well 

I met someone

He's witty

We love the same things, laugh at the same jokes 

But he's not interested in a relationship and he's not sure when he'll be

I know, typical 

I met someone

He's ambitious

Doing quite well for himself

He tours the world, owns businesses and such

But he's not over his ex-girlfriend

Yep, that sucks 

I met someone

He's just like me

We both want something more but we are taking things slow

Figuring things out - about ourselves, about each other

Steady getting to that destination, whenever that will be 

Hopefully, some day I'll look back and say, 

"I met someone...

And he was the one."

Live And Let Live

It's time.
It's been time since the tick tock of time...but I have been stalling, giving myself excuses time and time again as to why it's not yet...time.

It's time I took care of me for me, not for anyone else...particularly not for any man.
It's time I took a day, a week, a month, even a year maybe, to just breathe in...and out.
It's time I damned the so-called 'consequences' and lived just for the joy of life itself.
It's way more than time I stopped looking back at what I once 'had', cause to be honest, I never did have it...or them in the first place.
It's about time I gave myself a second chance...make that a third, could be a fourth, to be happy again. To be me again. To enjoy my own company...again.
It's past time I gave my heart to the only One that knows what love truly means.


It's time. And this time I'm turning over the hourglass...
By this time tomorrow, it will be time.

#TMC 

#MyHeartInABox 💝

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Urgh...the title would've looked much better if there was a teeny rose icon at the end.

That aside....

I won't say I ever did fancy Tupac's musical works per say.
Well yeah, the dude was super talented and all, but I had ears mostly for Rock, Alternative music and the likes. Don't misquote me though. I was embraced in hip hop so bad my friend back in secondary school used to try and slap rap out of my tongue...just not really towards Shakur.
*sigh* Gone were the days when baggies and over-sized tees rolled up from the sleeves were pretty much my 'all-day-every-day'

I never quite researched on Tupac's 'expertise' in music untill recently and the saying 'Never judge a book by its cover' came to mind.

One can't deny that rap and poetry go hand in hand. A blend of lyrics with rhymes and in-depth translations. But then, some are still of the mindset that poetry is for the learned 'queens' class of humans and rap...well, rap is for the 'underdogs'...

Think again

Peace...Be Still

Overwhelming...yet reassuring
In a rush...but still so calming

Looking for the right words
Searching for the start point
Tug...Pull
Push...Shove

Feels like a roller coaster
Sometimes my hands can raise no higher
But then I sit...I wait...I wonder
Is it just me or do I feel the walls crashing under?