All children deserve lessons from the swing,

Each child deserves to be on the swing,

To learn that if they try hard enough, they can hug the wind,

And that they probably can't catch the stars

but they can reach close enough,

To get used to the ups and downs

and the occasional hurtful falls,

To learn when to stop

before the tummy starts hurting and the head begins to spin.

Each person deserves to be on the swing,

So that when they go down

from the topmost peak

they learn that it is possible to fall

without letting yourself get hurt,

without hitting the ground.

Half-baked meals only result in empty stomachs
Because flour and sugar and baking soda don't taste
even half as good as a chocolate cake.

Half-baked poems out of my head
Always leave my mind hungry for a better cooked meal.

When you say 'hello' to your diary after months,

between the fluttering pages you will find

a sheet of paper that will jump out to fall on your lap

and if you want, then for a few seconds

this page can be anything you would like it to be.

It could be a torn sheet from the diary you burnt

because it constantly reminded you of a heartbreak,

but you saved that one entry anyway,

you weren't ready to forget.

It could be a song you wrote when you were in love

or just inspirational quotes,

a drawing of you made by your 4-year old cousin

or just words, because you like collecting words.

That page could be a love-letter,

an angry ramble,

a sketch,

or notes from counselling psychology.

For the 30 seconds before you decide to open it

you have the power to fill that folded sheet of paper

with all the words in the world.