Realization

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There are times that it seems as if we're growing
But we're really not
We are just losing sight of what it really is that matters to us
Like the things that make us happy
The reason behind our smile

We call that 'Getting Caught Up In Work'
Ugh why does work have to be
such a bad name?
When did this happen?
How did it happen?

Is it adulthood?
Is it responsibility?
No…I think it's just losing sight of certain things
Forgetting what you liked so much
And somehow giving in to what is 'needed'

Don't do it!
Have your cake & eat it too!
Make the sacrifice and quit the excuses
Just be happy even if it is for a whole 20 minutes a day.

-Bionica

Something

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And so she wondered
How did it happen?
What did she do?
To make him go away?

Was it something she said?
During those drunken nights
In which everyone was giddy with laughter
Perhaps the conversation was too much?

But he would barely say a word?
All that he did was make eye contact with her
To quickly avoid her glance
And then look to the floor

Did he misinterpret her words
Of friendliness towards others and good intentions?

As much as she questioned herself,
She could not come up with an answer
Nothing made sense
As to what caused his absence

But then again,
there are things that never do…

-Bionica

Liberatum

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Never before had she felt so free
So liberated and ready to take on the world
To think that all it took was putting in the fear of holding on
So she did what she had to
She let go

She let it all go
And took in the thoughts of sunshine
The dream of travels
To places far away that she hadn't seen before
She was ready

She was ready to step on new soil
Because after all that, she was just
Not going to settle
-Bionica

What the Duck?

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The duck face!

Who ever told girls that this was cute?

To take a picture in which your lips 

Are more curled than Daisy Duck herself 

This is not model cute 

It's what is wrong with you chick?

Whatever happened to smiling in pictures?

You know showing those pearly whites

With or without braces 

Looking happy, like you really wanted to be in the picture

Now you see girls puffing out their chests 

Like the rooster from Looney Tunes 

Shying away from the person in the photo

Well then why even take it with them?

Un pucker that sucker and enjoy the flash 

Because even models know to smile once off the runway

-Bionica

Not Quite Right

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It was just so romantic 

The way he leaned in to hold her

Her hand fit so well in his 

His scent was delicious and subtle 

He looked at her and he cared 

He really did 

He wanted to know 

What she was thinking 

What it was that she thought of him 

But she just couldn't 

She had to tell him

That he was the right one 

At least not for her

Not after that momentous kiss

The one they shared 

Under the night sky 

With the glare of the street lights 

And the glow of the cars that went by 

She just couldn't do it 

-Bionica

In the Jungle

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Yes the commute can be a hassle, but she loves it

She loves being able to wake up in the morning 

Knowing that she is about to enter the world 

Full of glowing outfits and different tourists

It's the possibility of new friends that moves her

The nuisance of movies being filmed that redirect the traffic 

The cabbies that prefer to drop you off at their convenience 

When you are clearly paying for them to drive you!

It's that daily argument between those coming and going across the street

The constant rush of bags swooshing against bodies 

Shoes patting and heels clacking across the floor 

She enjoys taking it all in and seeing how life just never stops 

How one island can hold so much difference at once 

It's a world within itself 

A culture to be experienced 

But more than that, to be enjoyed

It's the concrete jungle 

And she wouldn't change it for the world!

-Bionica

Firsts...

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My goodness, what is it?

What's that magical thing about firsts?

You know, the first time your hand brushes his 'accidentally' 

Yet no one retracts

You kind of just leave it there 

To see who's going to do the next move

And then of course 

The anxiety you get wondering 

'what's he thinking? do I look ok? 

Is there something in my teeth? ah what's he saying?

Gosh he's cute… 

Well this particular first was not exactly that and yet it was...

She walked in with zero intentions of romance

Just seeking good conversation with a new friend 

They talked about a sport she barely knew 

Aside from the fact 

That whenever the word 'goool' was said out loud 

A shot was taken 

So she stayed, not for the shots, but for the thoughts

The ones shared with with the stranger

The ones shared with a friend 

She looked not at the time, 

Not because it didn't exist 

But because she felt it as a passing element 

One that encumbers you, so that you know it's there

But says not a word, just listening and observing…

She looked at him, 

At the way his hand curved around the glass he held

Nursing a beer with way too much foam 

She looked at the way he pointed 

To the ceiling speakers as he looked at her

And sang along to the song played

It was nice, she liked it…

He stayed close and he removed her cloak 

Yes, her cloak, because a shell is just too hard

And it's something you have to break out of

But he, he gently removed it from her shoulders

Making sure she felt comfortable with his closeness 

Nigh was he too much, nor too little

He knew exactly when to lean in 

And hold her 

And she let him 

She found herself enjoying the comfort 

Of a person that was once a stranger 

She looked into his eyes 

And she just was 

She was herself without a pang of guilt 

Or an apology for any of her faults

For that what she lacked 

Or that what she had

And he took her in that way 

It was the first time for her

No critiques, no judgements 

It just was…

-Bionica