MY HATCH POCKET JOURNAL, BILLY COY [mobi reader TXT] 📗

would miss a chance to feel so complete once in your life. So I guess it’s better to stay focused when looking at something so rare and extraordinary, because once it comes, it goes away in just a flash.

Good things don’t last forever, and sorrow won’t always be on our faces, but it is still in sorrow that we discover our end in this world; nobody belongs here, and that’s why even the great and the greatest have all passed on. When you pass on, only your goodness will fulfill us and the one who made it possible for the whole world’s existence, and your existence too; everything in the world is because he lets it be; and what is not or cannot be, it is because it was never meant to be anyway. That and more, that I can’t exhaust right now is what that Girl of Christmas taught me about life and this world. She was a true Angel and not just any other woman or pretty face. She was really gifted, and she exactly knew what gift to give to everyone, accordingly and satisfactorily.


A gift in you

Like the morning sun, Like the evening breeze, Like the snowy December,
Like the beautiful smiles that never fade away from the faces of those
whose hearts smile in good and bad times;

For their faith in God most high is beyond human measure.


Just like the morning air that is so smooth and soothing, It takes your breath away, yet it gives more life;
A gift in you is a gift so still and reliable!


The love that rhymes with your life,

Is the same love that keeps the whole world on their toes, hoping to get it, wanting to own it, but they are much lost in stupid desire,

The kind of desire that only leaves us so ambitious for nothing else but only our own foolishness…

That love that endures all is a kind that one of a kind person might or can have.

As I look around this world, as it advances, it is advancing to more doom than it has ever been or has been before:

A life of many reckless drivers, and we all end up in disarray.


As the wind blows away so violently,

I realize that you’ve not moved, because it is karma;

A gift in you is a gift mankind lacks, to tumble over evil, to walk away from nonsense and exhaust wisdom in its entirety;

But as I look around me, I see more fools in us, and even I seem to be falling victim to these untimely meaningless actions that the world calls class;

Even fools prefer to be called great, and it is…, they’re already great fools!


So why honor great fools who do the opposite from what is right,

Isn’t what you portray that makes you bright or a slump, a bastard or respected?

Caring about judgment from man is like piercing a sharp blade right through one’s heart;

It is useless to listen to critics,

And so useful to take advice from a wise person who walks his/her talk of what is right and breath taking.

A gift in you is a kind that is self tamed,

Take courage and show the world superiority.


Girl of tight pants


She was so sexy and well proportioned. She was so rightly curved and shaped that I failed to pick out one thing that was wrongly placed on her body. As a person, she had a powerful character that made people bow down before her, just because she was that strong; so humble and candid. She had mastered the way to every one’s heart, not by pulling strong or trying so hard, but by just being her own self and loving what she set her mind to or on. She always wore tight clothes that held her body so perfectly that you could see all her lovely shape clearly.

I had seen a lot of girls and women before her in such modern style and wear, but none compared to her perfection of class, so elegant and neat-cut. Girl of tight pants: she had mastered the art of tight pants, tight miniskirts, tight blouses and tight T-shirts and she looked so superb


and fascinating whenever she walked into a room; you could fail to stare, but stutter and stumble, just setting your vulnerable eyes on a perfect stranger, not from this world probably. She was a true beauty of her own body. She might have really known her body proportion so well because all her tight clothes fitted right that nothing ever looked wrong or out of shape on her.

I mostly loved watching her front view, down blow her waist, because her curves were one of a kind I had never and don’t hope to ever see again, so neatly molded. She had those medium size curves that fitted her whole body so beautifully and it seemed she was not born in this world, but right from heaven. She seemed so unreal, but fortunately she was very real like you and me, a soft human-being; real, right before my eyes and under my sheets. And boy, watching her from behind you would wish to kiss her from neck down to her light heels, going slowly and being precise, not to hurt her or miss a thing along the way. I was so privileged to have her in my life because she too didn’t know why she loved me beyond her understanding and so stunning beauty. But still, it is so unfortunate that we didn’t end up together, just a little bit longer, for only death to do us apart; and it was because I knew why I was so in love with her. And being in that position, my oversight was blinded about what comes and goes, forgetting what lasts forever, which is the human soul.

I was so wrong to think that I would keep her forever; I guess most of the time even when you’re looking so hard there are things that will always pass you by unnoticed because they are just too fast for your peace, and maybe they were never meant to be in your possession any way. I have learnt to accept in life that not all good things are good for us. And, something that is yours, you have to work hard to blossom it, but you don’t have to over strain to keep it; if it is really yours, it will always be by your side and in your soul, no matter the weather.


Watching you


I am blessed to have you,

Watching you I never want to stop looking. If death is the only end to everything,
Then I will die fighting for your love;

Defy its meanness and have you forever in my humble life,

Just to watch you smile each morning I kiss your soft and tender lips and say good day to you;

And every night that I go to sleep after making sweet and tender love to you and your ever smooth and soft body.

Watching you leaves a sweet melody in y mind; I never want it to stop playing.


As I walk away from your presence,

I am instantly left so drained because I at once miss your composure and appearance.

You were so rightfully created; I can only say that you’re really a good woman.

Touching you is a gift to me, because it seems too good to be true in my mind.


My mind can’t fathom why of all people your heart beats close to mine,

I guess the orchestra of love knows better about hearts than just a mere human-being.


Far away from the hurt I used to feel,

I stand here beside you and know I am blessed to have you.

The moment I looked in you deep blue watery eyes, I knew that you would make me smile even when you got on my last nerve.

The love I feel for you is wisdom, because it is so unconditional and concrete.

I will always listen to you my love, because you’re worthy everyone’s ear.

You’re a true diamond in the sun; Watching you keeps me so amazed, And I am so happy seeing you.


Girl of primitiveness


This was a gift from the Amazon. Our plane crashed in the Amazon and that was the most traumatic and horrific experience I’ve ever been in; for a moment I thought I wasn’t going to make it out of there, but I guess I just had my faith misplaced, because I still damn well knew that I believed in life even through such a tragic moment.


My ten friends and I survived the crash, but since the Amazon jungles were new to all of us, none of us knew which way to go for refugee. All we could see as hospitality were many wild animals that instead of showing us the way to civilization, which themselves didn’t live in anyway, they only had us in their minds as prey; and boy we had to flee, running up and down in cycles, going nowhere in particular but ending up where we would have ran from before. It was a game of guess work.

It was like escaping from a tough animal, only to come across a tougher one that would rip you apart in seconds. I guess that’s how you can seem so foolish when you don’t have any idea about something.

After a whole week of survival in that thick jungle, we still didn’t know our way around and it was getting colder than it had been before. We had never been that wild I tell you; we started hunting for food and meat like real bushmen. It was not later before we were captured by the savages. We were taken into custody by fellow human-beings whom we thought would have pity on us but they were cannibals, and to them we were a next good cooked meal for the whole community.

Unfortunately, this was not a fiction movie, we were eaten one by one; and since there was this savage girl who had fallen for me from the cage we were held captive, I was the only survivor from that ordeal. She helped me escape from the cage and we went far away from her community, in a place where only love could salvage us. We made love for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and boy did I love it, it made me forget the gruesome butchering my dear friends had gone through. But unfortunately, this savage girl was not my type after all, though she really knew how to moan in all musical notes while we made love. She made me more pleased because she moaned in more tunes than I had ever heard, written or sang. She was so real and tender, but her culture made me so sick, but to survive I had to settle for anything.


She would walk around the cave in joy and unbothered, not minding that my focused and evil look watched her naked body every step of the way. And she never minded about taking a shower; she actually never took a shower after we made love for hours, days and nights,