Morning Coffee

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Cream swirls in chocolate paradise


I can’t drink coffee. Its a banned stimulant in my household, for two reasons.
1. My heart rate is already abnormally fast, so an ingestion of caffeine is unwise
2. My mum doesnt use coffee, due to an unfortunate incident as a child.
Now, I wonder what would happen if I consumed coffee.

P.S Excuse the irrelevance of this passage..I just really like the photo!!

Fatigue

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The stress was beginning to wrinkle her young clear face, stretching her smile south
Pulling down the edges of that lovely cherry apple red mouth.
Her comrades all fit fun
Playing in the summer Sun
Into their days
But her life was a maze
She was focused on one thing..
No, not a wedding ring
She wanted her mom to sing
Sweet joy
When she saw her daughter’s diploma
So she sacrificed
The games of dice
On Saturday and Sunday nights
To stay up long after the lights
Went out
And the parties began.

When I think of love, I see this

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The lonely girl searching for a smiling boy whose been searching too long too. I see, stolen kisses and rose petals.And little letters saying

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Or

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I see girls smiling when they know they’ve found the one they trust.

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I  can hear those grown up kids swinging eachother around ,feet never ever touching the ground.

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Memories disappear too

Trapped in this monotonous thing,

i cant even sing

grasping for a  hand like yours in the depths of despair, i m trying to figure out who we were.. how did we end so completely and finally, when we cant figure out how we want to live our lives. wHAT IF WE WeRE PERFECT, WHAT IF WE WERE THE HEAVEN in this infernal???Pick me up again, take my hand ,lets dance on Earth if you cant reach that star. your voice is the candy weaving in and out of cotton. Even if it doesnt last forever, if its now, then who cares about later. eVERY NOW I SPEND WITH YOU, MEANS a little longer and a bit more memory film…

Physical creativity versus Cerebral creativity In Academics…Orsomething of the sort

To dismiss creativity now will only slope the south facing hill  called society more. I ‘ve come to realize that by homeschooling us, my four siblings and I, our mother saved our creativity, making us useful in the re-development of the world’s modern, and currently corruptive, proclivities.
    I’ve seen intelligence undermined, because its not of the  essence of being ‘book smart’. Many public educators view creativity that can’t be expressed on pen and paper as useless. I think that rather than abnegate a child’s talent, place them in an environment that shares their form of intelligence. My mother, having five children ALL of different intelligences did just that.
I have a twin sister, and we are incredibly different in our brillance. She has a nitch for emotion and character, a hand that draws superbly well, and an eye for identifying varieties of personalities to a point where she can emulate it.She is a visual artist, a painter and a potential  actor. I , in the other egg (because we are faternal twins) can express myself rather eloquently through words on paper and voice, but the emotional aspect behind the words in rarely expressed in my range of tones. I am what many call an ‘intellect’ , rather than my body being my creative zone, my brain is, the body being simply a means of expressing my Brain. My Brain and my hands are truly the only body parts I could NEVER live without, in academic and creative terms,of course. My twin and I often discourse about whose creativity is more creative . She, like proffessors who think intelligence is purely academic, has this idea that creativity is entirely emotion expressed into visual or verbal forms, giving her the idea that writers , me at least , arent artists. I, being the creative-academic sort, turned it into a debate, in which case  I will certainly win , agrue the side of writers being artists, as well as artists being intellects. She, being the emotional sort argues that artists are physical beings. I win, by precisely saying, ‘Well ,all creativity blossoms from ideas, dancing included, and ideas are hardly physical beings’. She frowned, and walked away, leaving me confident that my point, though unliked, had been understood!

    I think that physical/”artistic” and  cerebral/”intellectual ” creativity is All the same , or at least made the same,  by the way it HAS to be expressed by the body inorder to share with other human beings.
Some people are also very stereotypical they co-relate  cerebral strength or creativity with callous college proffessors who speak in monotonous vocals, and physical expression with the conceited jocks from films who happen to do hip-hop , ballet or acting, when in actuality those ARE ALL OVER-EXAGGERATED MYTHS, or even better the product of a labeling society. A society where-in you’re ADHD if you can’t sit still, rather than a dancer, or you’re stubborn if math isn’t your stronghold instead of born with a better understanding of words and a nich for dreaming up the so-called impossible.
  Don’t we all realize that everyone in society we’ve called stubborn or put in a learning disorder category has actually been a genius? Say, Nicolaus Coopernicus, whose  helicentric theory was considered blastphemus ( somehow) in the fifteenth century, but turned out to be accurate . I say lets encourage children’s natural born abilities, teach them academically through  forms of expression that they show strength in and our future, that of the world will be in better hands. Creative hands or feet are always predicting the next move,  exactly what science textbooks ask of us. We are all geniuses, the world just doesnt cater ,in the academic department ,to all of us.