Thought...

Hey, all! This next piece was a random thought that I am just ready to ramble about! You know the deal, leave any and all love, I'd appreciate it!

The Color Red.

As the graphs of positive and negativity increase and decrease as years go by, I'd never thought I'd see myself with a pure fascination of the color Red. The color of happiness, evil, deceit, life, death, a new cycle, a divine organization, and one of my favorite leaves during the season of Fall. Red can be explicated, created, and manipulated in an array of thoughts and ways, and as everyone takes their turn, one will always face a new belief for this simple color.

Growing up, I never thought I was allowed to wear the color Red when it came to nail polish. First off, I had to wait until I was at least 10 years of age to apply the colors of life to my nail beds, anyway. I never picked up a bottle of Red nail polish and gave myself 10 different reasons to express myself in any way I chose.

At a young age, and even going into my teenage years, I thought the color Red was for people of the opposite color than my own. I just never knew how beautiful we all can be with one simple color. From magazines, movies, and advertisements of any sort I just did not believe that specific color would look good on me.

As I grew older in age, and sense of style, ooohh girl! Red has become MY FAVORITE! It’s simple, yet sleek, sexy and BOLD! It just makes me feel so confident and great about myself. And yes, I'm sure makeup is not supposed to do these things, but it does for me, simple.

I love when my lips and fingers can take control of so many things, and Red has helped accent those moments.

The print.
The suspicion.
The vibe.
The happiness and joy.
The sexy.
The good, and I hate to say it-the bad.

Red has done so much I'd never thought I'd experience. From feelings, compliments, fun and excitement, many times when I go to my lipstick or nail polish pile...I choose the right one...

-Nye

Random Experience...

Hey all! It's Friday, hope everyone is enjoying their day. The weather here in the A is sure setting a hot and steamy tone! Well, this post is about a random experience I have come across and would love to express.

Men!

Where to start? I hope this post does not cause much controversy, or negativity, but here are my honest and true thoughts.

Those of you who know me, know my lifestyle, and know what I've encountered, experienced, enjoyed and decided. I am happily engaged to a beautiful woman whom I am happy to share my life with. With that, when men try to speak to me, I'm not sure if I'm too mean...or simply not interested. You tell me!

1st Guy.

I'm on my way to the Coffee Shop to get some writing done, handle some paperwork, pay some bills, and as I walk in the hot sun, these are the things my mind is focused on. Okay, boom, I smile, and come across a guy, didn’t get his name; didn’t really care. But I'll name him...James. We nod at one another and keep on going. He then calls me back and asks me "Do you work in the stores around here?" I answer "I don’t." He says "What do you do?" I reply, "I'm a writer for a local newspaper." He then states he has two construction companies and is looking for an assistant. I say "Cool, sounds good to me." He then asks me "If you could have one thing in the world to come to you today, what would it be." I wasn’t sure. He then says "Well, I'd like to spend some time with you today." I say, "Well I'm not sure if my fiancé would like that." He says "You're right. Have a great day," and walks away. I say "Thanks, I don’t like men anyway." <-----Was I wrong? He then says "Well one 'brung' you into this world" and continues to ramble, but we eventually walked away from one another. He was upset because I did not want to spend time with him. Why? I was really not interested.

Moving on...

2nd Guy.
I get to the Coffee Shop, and the crowd is a little different. I get my drink, set up my laptop, and sit down. My hunny calls me, we're talking, laughing, I'm smiling. He then comes up to my table and asks in a very southern and hood accent, "Do you mind if I sit here?" Of course he thought I was going to say no, but I said "Yes, I do mind." <-------Was I too mean? I was not intending to be mean, I just wanted my own seat, I was on the phone, and I really did not want to speak to him. When I eventually got off the phone, he came back, and said "I'm sorry I just wanted to holla at you." I said "What do you want to holler at me about?" He said "Noting specific. Who were you on the phone with?" <-----*What? I replied "My fiancé". He then left.

Was I too mean? I'm not sure. But men are just not my taste. We can be friends, but no, not for me. I just wanted to share these two random experiences because...why? Why cant I just be left alone?

Not sure.
Leave the love!
Until next time,
Nye.

Random.

Here is a poem I wrote during my Junior year of college for Creative Wrtg class. As I was reading it, I love the fact that my thoughts of smiling have changed since then. But this is what I thought in Feb of 2011. Share your thoughts, I'd love the feedback!

“13 Ways to a Smile”- Nyesha Davis

1.

Look at yourself in the mirror

And smile at the eye of the beholder.

Do not look away.

2.

Embrace the beauty of your features.

From brow to chin.

Thick and thin.

3.

You are the one who creates the beauty.

It is up to you to make it happen for yourself.

4.

Do a good deed for someone, show them they are not alone in this world.

This will make you smile.

This may be their only way out,

And it is up to you to make it happen for them.

5.

Help out your community.

Provide help at a local senior center. The smiles on their face, lacking teeth,

Will make you smile just because you know you lent a helping hand.

Take charge and show support.

Help them smile, and it is up to you it make it happen.

6.

Wake up and do a morning stretch.

Allow your bones to reach different sides of the universe.

Embrace your inner beauty asnd stay focused on what you want.

Do the snake position, have your chin become the arrow of the ground.

Allow your foot to touch the back of your head, and accompany your ear.

Point your toes to the sky giving it a point right in the eye.

Your body needs a smile, and it is up to you to make it happen.

7.

Kiss your Grandmother.

She is one of many reasons you are here. She loves you, and a kiss will light up her world.

Hold her tight and show her you are her one and only.

You and her together are Batman and Superman.

She needs her sidekick to make her smile, and it is up to you to make it happen.

8.

Love your spouse. Put an arm around their shoulder and express.

Kiss them on the cheek and inhale.

Inhale their natural beauty while showing them you care.

A smile is something they need, and it is up to you to make it happen.

9.

Keep

A

Smile.

10.

It all starts with you.

You receive what you provide to the world.

Give positive energry, receive positive energry.

You may never know who needs it, and it is up to you to make it happen.

11.

Reach out an open hand with a smile on your face

While helping someone across the street

Leading them to kiss their loved one

While their arm is around their spouses shoulder

They look in the mirror and see the beauty in the eye of the beholder

And it all started with you,

You are making it happen.

12.

Keep

Smiling.

13.

It all starts with you.

You give and receive.

See and believe.

A smile starts with you.

And it is up to you to make it happen.

Experience.

Where to start? I can go on for days and days. But I'll keep it simple; sort of.

Today, was a half day in, and the next half at the Coffee Shop browsing the net, and realizing I need to focus on my creative thoughts. As I let my fingers flow through the keys, so many thoughts are coming about. I've been learning so much lately, and the biggest thing I've learned thus far is to keep on going. As I may seem like a personal hypocrite, I still believe everything will work out as it should.

And it’s that simple. Let go, and Let God.

And with those thoughts...do you all know what bothers me oh so much about the social world, when it comes to identifying someone by their age- "How old is he/she...oh that explains."

The term, "Age is nothing but a number" is very true and serious to me. My age is simply a number. You do not know what I have, what I've done, what I've experienced, or what the hell I know. Something always comes about and there I am, right in the middle, of course, worried, but at the end of it all, what is supposed to work out, definitely takes its place.

Now this post was a random thought. It says experience, but it’s an experience of my random days of life. As I said, I'm flowing through the keyboard and something is coming about.

Why?

It's life.

Simple.

Well, until next time!

I'm out,

Nye.