Chasing your dreams does not mean leaving behind your morally right and christlike values, character, behaviour, people and the most heart breaking is putting God aside. No matter what you believe He exists or not....You will have to take responsibilities of your mistakes or the better word sins. Mistakes are mistakes and sins are sins Those are two different things.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
This poem
is not about you
even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know
this poem is
about me
trying to understand
you
By "Walter W Hoelbling"
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 11:24 AM UTC
Why do you tell everyone that you like.
but you do not like
Why do you tell everyone that you love
But you do not love
And worse
Why do you say
that you do not love the person
But on the inside
you do
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
A place full of grasses, plants and trees, sun exposure, animals, birds, oxygenated air, minds are cool and thinking conclusions. Is surely a beautiful place to live in. Rather than a place surrounded by towers, cements, walls, minds are thinking of how to defeat the other, covered with shades or darkness.
Until the walls break down.
Then every human will seek real life.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 8:54 AM UTC
Sometimes in life
The journey matters more
Than the goal.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
We say things are complicated.
Truthfully it is not
Simple as it is.
We can understand.
But we choose not to.
We have the understanding
As deep as the sea.
We have the enduring love
Like a mudfish can survive
Without water.
But we have a faith
That is weak
Much like a wind
That goes and disappears
With just a flick of a hand.
Remember this
Love is not in the air
But within us.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Precious Gold
Made into Silver
Second fiddle
Made into Main
To Love
Made to Like
To Carry a Child
Made to carry a Burden
To eat for Health
Made to eat for Death
Harmony
Made into Divide
Naive heart
Made arrogant
Most Important
Become the least
Wise man
Mad to Smart man
Smarter you are
The more robotic you become
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Saying you love
But later seeing people as a pest
My head aches
when you shout hipporacy
My thoughts become a fighter
But I do not wish to fight
My heart beats rapidly
As my hands shake and become cold
Fine afterwards
Hoping for myself
To be better
And be ready to ignore
Your heavy rain fall
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
I have grown too old
To run around the bush,
To make things complicated,
To make you feel rejected
To stir your mind,
But truthfully I didn't want to do these things
Especially to you.
My words
They are not poetry
Any meaning should I include
That is not the word itself?
No, it is unecessary for me to do so
I just hoped
That you took everything what I said
As it is
Hoping to meet your understanding and self-realization.
If you could have given me time
Time to spend with you
Then I might have told you
What you wanted to hear
It was the chance for me
To open my heart and mind
And say........You are dear to me.
I have loved you differently
Differently that
I didn't ask for romance
But for your presence
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
Here's to the friend that you've out grown,
The one whose name is left unknown,
The one who wiped away your tears,
And sought to hold your hand,
When others turned the other way,
No beginning, just an end.
She's the one you turned to,
The one that you called a friend,
She laughed with you, she cried with you,
And felt it was her duty,
To remind you of your worth,
And all your inner beauty,
When other's eyes can only dwell,
Upon your exposed outer shell.
They saw a fat girl steeped in braces,
Not seeing you they turned their faces.
But she was there to whisper,
When others didn't care.
she held your secrets in her heart,
That friends like you could share,
You never had to be alone,
But now she is, 'cause you've out grown her for those others whose laughs you share,
As you run carefree through the air.
Time has eased your form and face,
But she's the one who knew your grace,
When those who you now call a friend saw no beginning...
Only end.
-C.S. Dweck
"Chicken Soup for the Teenage SOUL" book
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC