It is these times

it is times like these i like to play

play with my heart and toss the hay

it is times like these where i think of you

you, the only one i have held true

It is times like these i want to hold your hand

Hand you everything, everything in the land

It is times like these i look into your heart

Heart of stone made me go off the charts

It is times like these when i see your eyes

eyes so bright they strew over the skies

It is times like these my heart jumps up

Up into the sky, and the world says goodbye

It is times like these i want to cry

cry when all i see is when u lie

It is the times when u feel like you're not good enough

enough for me and i tell u , u are as i make u laugh

It is times like these i pray

pray that u love me every single day

It is times like these i want to say i do

I do, i do, i do. I do want to love you

Sometimes, i feel i already do

already do love you.

Butterfly

The 5 senses

i made a question up yesterday and asked it to my student. Was with the fling yesterday (Kylie). Taught her some English Lit... thought her how to think. Free your mind. So now i\m going to free my own for 1 post on the same question.


Every human beings has 5 senses, some have 6. This essay will include how you feel everyday using your 5 senses and how feel while using these senses. This essay should include how you feel and how does this influence you personally. The senses would be sight, sound, smell, taste and touch. 450 words 5% over under.

The world is great, the world is fair. No i would disagree but when man was at its early stages, when languages were born and when we as human beings could think and learn by seeing, hearing, feeling, tasting or smelling, this is when we know that we are gifted as human beings we are able to choose between right and wrong. When we were children, the sight of things were important and the tastes were important. This is because we didnt know how anything else felt, we only knew the existence of these said tastes and sights and we harbored on them. As we grew older, we learnt that not everything that appears visually beautiful is beautiful. This is because the beauty is in the insides and if inside is not beautiful, then the outside no longer matters. Today i'm going to go on about how i feel when i use my senses and how they bring me joy without even having to do anything but their basic operations. They just have to work and i guess my mind does everything else.

I structured my essay in this way so it is easier for you to read it. Firstly, comes sight. The sight of things when they catch my eye, everyday life just passing by. Everything that i see is beautiful, and this is because i make it beautiful. I am short sighted and i cant see things from afar but that in its own context is already beautiful. The blurred lines as i try to see a signboard from afar, or looking at a girl that i think is pretty but can't really tell. The blur from my visual impairment is actually quite fascinating as bright lights are brighter and evil is blurred. I see with my mind, i paint pictures, i follow my mind in the places i have imagined and the colors of my mind is the fundamental element to the inspiration of my art.

TBC