Don't Pray In Facebook!

Prayer should be done in a private room, inside a quiet mind or at church. Don’t pray in Facebook. You’re praying to a Higher Authority and not to your Facebook friends.

- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

Be careful what you nurture, for what you nurture grows. - (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

I Love You – With No Strings Attached

Quote above by Antoine De Saint-Exupery

 I said I love you,
 Of course you heard it right;
 Am not playing yo-yo,
 In case you think I might…
  
 Once a girl had a dream -
 Of the world that she would conquer;
 Once a boy had a dream -
 Something far more loftier: the dreamer girl… 

Conversation vs Fishing, There’s a HUGE Difference

When initiating conversation with a friend, avoid dodging reciprocated questions such as ‘how are you’ and ‘what’s keeping you busy’. It is both impolite and downright annoying.

Remember, it’s a conversation you’re trying to have, not a tactical interrogation.

- (The) Name’s Not At All Relevant

The Entitled

Entitled bitches and

Entitled pricks

What nasty li’l witches

Contending for the longest sticks

On Giving

"It isn’t giving all you’ve got if you don’t feel hollow afterwards."

- (The) Name's Not At All Relevant

Leaves of Autumn

I will whisper it

to the autumn leaves

I will tell them why

the trees slumbered in a lullaby

I will reveal to them

how all tears have gone dry

it was when

you promulgated my verdict:

“good bye”

It was still the sunshine’s reign

as I recall like 'twas but yesterday

but before I can brace my self

for that mortal dagger

driven to my chest

the chilling sun

and the freezing moon

started to sing a melancholic tune

Nurtured in the soft breeze’s caress

and nourished in dew

brought forth colors

that are changing in hue

for what seemed the start

of a colorful show

marked the end of the summer glow

what else is there to say

but to let the light leave with the day

and this darkness that had befall

be there to stay while bells they toll

I will whisper its dismal moan

to those in twigs still holding on

oblivious to the truth

that it won’t last for long

I will whisper it

to those caught in midair

as they drift farther and farther away

from their beloved they just left bare

I will whisper it

atop the mounded heap

which to earth

did terminally cede

fool’s show it is indeed

for the varied colors that abound

speaks loudly

of the end

without a sound