A Song of Love

When there is nothing but the words left to elaborate the emotions of a melody, you know you got something hot. When love is all you got to go on, the melody of that simple yet intricate emotion gets you flying into something immortal. The words are there but unsaid and the world becomes nothing than just bystanders. You become the star of your own opera. Your life is the revolving stage as the others just stand and watch. Some wish that it was them, transported in the dream reality of what is actually happening. Others are contemplating the joy of love taking place at the time of the young. It blooms and the world stands ready. The obstacle comes and love takes control. The mind is often at war with the heart. Confusion plays a key role into the climax of this dilemma. Many are not so sure of what is yet to come. However knowing and feeling what is unseen but so clear to so many is incredible. Just being there, gives a sense of hope that everything is going to be just fine. They don't need to be so close. A kiss is not even required. Just a simple look of love says I trust you with my emotion. No one needs to say anything, but the world will know. When they walk the globe stops and stare understanding that, this is what is supposed to be like. They do not let anything bother them. They are together, and they become one. They stand alone, however where one is the other is near. Nothing goes wrong as long as they are together. They are both vulnerable to each other, and yet they are the safest. They do not fear this world, their only fear is losing each other. Their bond unites all, draws all attention to their happiness. They are different, the truest gems of love in our generation. They are in love, not just in love like fallen in love. They have that raw love that has evolved into a diamond love. It is not felt by many nowadays, because no one takes the time to communicate or to work anything out. Everyone is so busy it is sickening. But they are deep and embedded in love. They, my friends have found the foundation to a successful life, a song of love.

Lovey-Dovey Stuff

Understanding love is as complicated as understanding what quantum physics actually means at the age of five. It is the simplest emotion felt, and yet the most complexed feeling of them all. It can be a good thing, to be in love, as long as the other person loves you the way you love them. But as soon as you are the only one on the love cruise you are suddenly under the spell. Whether you want to admit it or not, you become enslaved by it. Your life is no longer normal around that person, you are too busy determining your mood for that day. If you are the type who wants to let the other one know how you feel, then you easily become extremely gittery, giggly and all of a sudden all you want is for that person to notice you. However if you are the type who can't seem to understand that love can be a good, you all of a sudden want to kill that person. The significant no longer seems important to your existence. Their very presence in that same room will cause you to get vexed for no reason. That my friend is called denial. There is something that happens when a person finally realizes their worth. Their demands become more and more complex. Their confidence has been to a higher that allows them to do things they would've never have thought. They can talk to whomever they want understanding that if necessary they can run the game, and the winner has already spoken. The needs are much more extravagant, elegant, and classy. They are all that they need to be, and life becomes much more simple. The goals are met, and their life becomes much more interesting. So for all of those who desire the high society, the soul mate, and that extra something that makes life worth it all, my friend the key to it all is confidence. Get your priorities right. Ladies understand that you are diamonds worn and delicately put on the crowns of kings. Men understand that you are the golden circle that embraces the fair maidens fingers. Don't let that lovey-dovey stuff keep you from getting what you want out of life.

Thank You

If I was to begin thanking you, I wouldn't end. I'm not the only one who feels this way, that I do know. But I am the only one brave enough to admit. If I can stand understanding what a father is, it's thanks to you. They say that most girls pick guys who are just like their fathers, I pray that for my case it is not true. I didn't know what a father was until I met you. I then understood that parents did not need to be together to raise a child or show love to a child. But this is not why I say thank you. I thank you today for saving a life before it was presented to danger. Before suicidal played a major part in my life, and before the twisted men played their part on me you were there playing a major role. Through your actions and your words of wisdom. Through your realness and your ability to be real. You show class and act like a gentleman not realizing you are doing this, and you pass these same traits to your kids. You expect them to grow up knowing how to treat a lady, knowing that it is important to walk her to her door making sure that she is safe. I like that and though many men have forgotten that most ladies haven't. I thank you because you were there during my most critical years of growing up. I am a stronger person because of you, and you emphasized what I already knew of myself. I never quite understood the role of a man in a young girl's life until I met you. A man can inspire a woman to be all that she can be. Not that a woman can not reach her full potential on her own. But there's something about the support of the opposite sex that is so much more special. I can't really explain it. I also thank you because you took the time for each and every one. You know who we are more than anyone else we know. You made of us a family we our own stories to share. We understand one another like siblings do, we fight like siblings do, and we make up like siblings do. There's something about that bond you helped create that I haven't experienced before with any friend that I have been acquainted with. You have a key that opens doors to our lives in a good way. You are patient, humble yet most importantly human. You keeps us on grounded understanding that life is so simple if you just enjoy the good times. I also like the way you go the extra mile to see us smile. The way you become a kid when we want to have fun. The way you become so different from the rest of the adults. You become one of us, young, energetic and eager to learn. You, my friend, are different and on behalf of all of us I thank you. Because as I sit by my window sill, on misummer night. When I can't think of anything else, I think of you, and how you have made an impact not only on my life, but on the lives of all of us. For teaching us life I thank you. And I pray that my husband would be more like you, changing the direction of confused hopefuls everywhere.

Diamond Cutters

True dimaond cutters do not showcase their precious diamonds in the Tiffany store. For those diamonds are not worn as ornaments that symbolize love. True diamond cutters do not forsake their carbon, despite its ugliness and its roughness around its edges. True diamond cutters are not the world's richest people, well majority of the time. True diamond cutters are not paid to cut their carbon either. Most people fear the job of being a diamond cutter, but they adore the diamond itself. A diamond cutter must be delicate with its fragile piece. The corners must be cut and molded at the precise temperature in order to come out in excellence. For the people will pay without care for the perfect diamond, but they will quickly forget of the carbon. Diamond cutters do not rely on what others say to know what's best for his carbon. The diamond cutters cut with ease and discipline. They understand what I love you means, but will not be fooled by his diamond. Just because the diamond shines in the light does not mean that it is ready to be on the market. The diamond cutter makes sure that his diamond is hard to find, and that no one else will be able to find a diamond as perfect as his. A diamond cutters is hard to find, and the need for them is large. So many carbon molecules are ready to cut into fine jewelry, but the diamond cutters are not around to do this job. Not many are interested into going in this field. It's not an easy job but someone has got to do the job. A diamond cutter makes sure that his diamond is cut so that even when the light goes out the diamond shines; captures every fragment of light left in the room. A diamond cutter achieves the impossible, and leaves the crowd gasping in shock from the beauty of the masterpiece he has just created. The diamond cutters are all around us, some excel in their job and would never want to be anything else. Others perish in their field, and produce some of those diamonds. A diamond cutter is my mother, the only one who would sacrifice so much to see me succeed. She brought me up with many dreams to accomplish. With many goals in my life, that I must make reality. She taught the life of the poor and taught me to live like a rich one. Just because I live among the carbon, does not make me a carbon forever. Because while this carbon watches all the other carbons in her neighborhood, the diamond cutter is hard at work. Sculpting, molding, and cutting all unnecessary parts of the diamond. A diamond cutter is anyone who allows a child to live life with a righteous purpose. For we are all carbon, but in order to become the most expensive and valuable diamond on the market, we must have the diamond cutters to do all the hard work.

The Day She Woke Up 3

He found by water fountain where all princesses and duchesses gathered for their meal. He watched her constantly like a vampire attracted to blood. He stared at her examining her every move, picturing her every thought. Once in a while, she would turn and glance at him, vaguely. That glance lasted a mere second but to him it was eternity. He wondered if she noticed him, if she found him attractive, he would memorize that distant look on her face, the glow of the foundation that perfectly matched her skin tone. Yes she was Simone Dexier, the girl of his dreams. The diamond that lured men to their face until Alexis showed up. Alexis was just another wannabe in his eyes. A girl without a clue despite her honour roll status. But Simone was more than just a princess, she was a goddess wrapped in gold, where only pure platinum embraced her neck and ears. Diamonds showered her clothing styles, and she would glide across the floor like an angel on cloud nine. She walked up to him and whispered, " Hi. I'm Simone."
He swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said,"Hi, I'm Devon." "What keeps you so attracted to me?" she whispered back. "Your natural beauty. YOur hair, your wit and your personality; everything about you keeps me hooked," he replied. She disappeared slowly, into thin air, and he would wake up from his daydream.
However while Simone made him drool, he had Alexis around his fingers and he had not even noticed. She walked by him every day, at she would smile at him, hoping she caught his eye. She did not understand why he was so hard to get. She was beautiful, intelligent, and guys just seemed to like her no matter what. He would politely smile back, whenever he saw her and go about his way. Alexis made conversations with him, and nothing worked out. THey did not even leave as friends, but as the same as they walked in the room. She would giggle out loud hoping to catch his attention, but all he would is leave. She could not understand, so one day she walked up to him and said, "I know you like Simone." "Simone?" he replied shocked. "Don't even try to deny it!" she said. "Okay so what is it to you?" "I like you, I have many guys falling for me, but I want you!" He looked with disgust and shock and said, "So should I bow down to my feet, your majesty?" "Answer me one question, why don't you like me?" "I hate your type, fake without a clue. You're the nerd who becomes the princess and hopefully gets her prince! I don't fall for losers like you, sorry! In other words you are not my type!" and he left without looking back. Leaving Alexis crushed and confused. She could not understand it. What did she do wrong? Was it something she said? She acted that way with all her guy friends. She walked into her biology class, where she ran into Simone. The teacher called each of the pupils name "...Alexandra," the teacher called. The students looked around the room searching for this Alexandra of whom the teacher spoke of. Then it dawned on her, that she had changed. She had become Alexis, an eager, aggressive, self-cetered brat with little confidence to back up her talk. Whereas Alexandra was a curious, gentle, wise girl with virtue in her every pocket of life. "Is Alexandra here?" the teacher asked. "Yes...I am she," replied a meek little voice. "Could you please stand up, so I can see you?" asked the teacher. Meanwhile Simone was making gestures advising her to shut up and enjoy her new life. Gracefully she stood up and replied, "Here I am, I have been hiding under this façade called Alexis. I am not the goddess of high school, I am just Alexandra, the nerd you would bully for the fun of it. The one who would dress according to what she could afford without trying to impress anybody. " She took off her coloured contacts and replaced them for her glasses. She tied her hair up, and threw on an oversized hoodie to cover up her bra straps. Took off her stilettoes, and wore her sneakers. Before she knew it she was Alexandra again. She didn't end up with her prince, instead Simone got him. But she had already moved on by then. Alexandra realized that to every opinion is some truth, it's our job to filter out the bad and choose the best truth.

The Day She Woke Up 2

Alexandra walked around the castle of socialites manipulating and playing the minds of those naive enough to fall into her trap. She broke many hearts and caused many tears to drop. Alexandra hence changed her name from Alexandra to Alexis. Understanding the power of an edgier name. The spell it would cast when the lips were formed to pronounce the name Alexis with the emphasis of the sssss sound as it came out in a whisper. The males went raging insanely in their minds wondering the magic behind it all, for there could not see it. The once quiet, shy girl became a goddess among them; calling her the queen would be an insult to her status for she was highly praised among her peers. She thought, she sought, and she conquered without the slightest effort. She was that good. Simone continued to watch in enjoyment as she began to realize that the caterpillar had become the butterfly, with that special je-ne-sais-quoi that keeps everybody watching. However to say Alexis enjoyed it would be a lie, for she did not grow up like that. She was taught that love is an emotion that was felt between two intimate friends whom providence had brought together. But what she saw was something different. She felt emotions she had never felt before and misunderstood them for disgust. She saw men fall at her feet and pitied them for their insanity. She did not, could not comprehend that they were dangerously lusting after her... until she met the one man that made her fall to her feet. Devon Jones. The only one to have the goddess at her feet.

The Day She Woke Up

Once upon a time in a land far away, where dragons and towers were replaced by teachers, and high school, was a girl. A girl, that no one took a chance to notice, for she blended in with the rest of the crowd. Her name was Alexandra.The fairest of the princes looked after those with so few clothes on their bodies, and few knowledge. However Alexandra knew that these girls had a knowledge that she could not understand. What Alexandra did not know was that, she had no intention of wanting to acquire that knowledge, for she was complacent in her dwelling. She did not for those to notice her body, but her mind. Her mind had something that all the kings and princes of all nation desired of a woman, originality. Everyday she would take the common transportation as a way to get home. She would talk to her colleagues, knowing she would not see them during the weekend, unless by coincidence. She understood her world was far different from those around her, and did not wish to change. Until, she met Simone. Simone had beauty wrapped around her, from the top of her head to the bottom of her heel. Simone had a way of making men drop to her feet with a giggle. Simone knew the mind of men and how to manipulate each mind, and resculp their desires so it would fit her needs. She enslaved so many as they stood hypnotized by the sound of her voice, wanting to be near her every second of the day. She casted a spell around the school, that had given way for jealousy to emerge in the minds of every common girl in sight. However she kept her cool and never once looked back, until she met Alexandra. She looked at the frumpy female and waved her over.
"How come you are not threatened by me? Can't you I have won every single guy you seem to care about?" asked Simone.
"I see what you have accomplished, and I am impressed. But these guys do not care about quality of a woman, they care about the quantity of sex appeal in a woman. Every guy I care do not fall at the mercy of a woman," replied Alexandra.
Yet still Alexandra yearned to know how Simone, she longed for that kind power. Right there and then Simone showed the secret to manipulation. Alexandra grew with confidence and could draw men to their feet with a single word. But she was not satisfied, for her prince was not any of these guys who adored her, but the unexpected one whom she had not yet seen.