Love, hate, inspiring, poor...
We live a life that we fight for.
Fat, Ugly, Bitch, Hypocrites, Beauty ...
Who comes up with these classifications?
When we are all delusional.
Crime, Violence, Hate
These are the traits that we live with each day.
Happiness?
What is humility when it's only temporary?
Shall we live with humble?
No.
We can never.
We thirst for more and more desires.
High as a sky scraper,
until it gets too much...
that it creates jealousy.
Along with jealousy, comes judgments.
With judgments, comes hypocrisy.
We fight too much of our own beliefs,
and lean towards violence.
Too much violence, we grow insanity.
Accustomed;
to the idea of "It's okay to make mistakes, we are humans."
But when? WHEN, shall we try not to make mistakes surpass us?
We whine like babies,
Create a mess like babies,
and then we promote hate like rotten children.

-e.c

I find myself writing life lessons,
Only just to inform myself,
I'm only in high school,
But I simply don't belong,
I am okay with that,
As I walked by the lake today,
I heard everyone talking,
About me as i passed by,
I felt down,
I then realized,
Maybe it isn't me,
It's them,
I can walk down by the beach all alone,
Without shame and I can enjoy it,
I grew stronger,
I am independent,
I do not feel the need to put others down,
I only need one love and one friend,
That is what i cherish,
I have the most precious love,
The most loyal friend,
I love how my life is going,
I can raise my head up and smile,
It's sad that it takes such bravery to smile,
I do it,
I am brave,
I know who I am.

Life is unfair.
It’s cruel and uncaring.
Deceptive and ever-changing.
You taught me this cruel lesson.
Taught me how’s it’ll kick you to the curb,
or drown you if it could.
Life is unfair,
but then so were you.
You embodied that lesson with a fine suit.
Twisted meaning to the most simplest things.
Unfair and ever-changing.

Through all my lives I've loved you.
With each one you were my constant.     You were always there.

What's happened?
In this life I only have the dream.
There's never a face

I feel you,
     I sense you,
          I know you.

This life can be no different.
You are out there.
I keep thinking I've found you, but.....
it's not right,
not you.

I think I'm learning though, I need to stop looking for you.
To stop the search and just let it happen.
It's not I who has to find you, it's we who will find one another.

It won't be right
   You won't be right
        We won't be right
Until we find each other.
Then, the face that is missing
will be seen.

He met her in the courtyard by chance,
though pitted against each other
in a fierce competition, both willingly enrolled,
they fell in love, at fist sight, as if by a hidden cue.

Left out, by this turn, unexpected
they felt, no spirit of competition in them is now left;
two yarns in the magical weave of life
braided in perfect design, excellently blended in quick time,
can any one orchestrate a moment like this?
It's an apparition from the womb of time,  on its iridescent wings
flew down to intervene, on behalf of some spirit, evil or noble
who can tell, except when,  time is ripe.

Life is a walk through dark and enchanted woods
we stop a while where, paths diverge,
and  take one, sometimes by sudden impulse,
most take the beaten ones, the less traveled appeal some,
holding the hand of a beloved bathed in silver light, at the moment,
will it lead to destination or not, one knows not,  that moment is decisive,
at the end as much intervention of fate, if one views that way, as human proclivities.