Sometimes you just want to be heard
even if the world understands
not one single solitary word.

You raise your voice.
You raise your hand.
You make a move.
You take a stand.

Sometimes you just need to be seen
by total strangers in a public place
without a clue as to what it might mean.

You steel your nerves.
You set your chin.
You stand up straight.
You let them in

Maybe it’s a poem, that doesn't really rhyme
or a picture that you drew
between some notebook paper lines.

Maybe it’s a blog.
Maybe it’s a song.
Maybe it’s not quite right.
Maybe it’s completely wrong.

Sometimes, you just need to be heard.

Standing still
Crushed rampaged
  metals collide the face
  splashed with guts of the
      masses Massacras being
            routines in all routes the
                   scenes are blinding
                        as light flashes
                     before the eyes
                  like angry skies
                in  darker nights

           The day is reborn
      the face wiped with
  cloths of sorrow black
bags already gone but
  not forgotten, pardoned
     only when the bones have
           cracked and the body
           can no longer stand the
             pain, with holes deep
             enough to be filled
                    by the rain.

it used to be because I had family problems
and I had witnessed so much lack of love
between my parents

it used to be because I was so stressed in school
i had mental breakdowns in front of my desk
because I couldn't answer #2

it used to be because I felt nobody understand me
everybody else was happy and good
and i didn't want to ruin the mood

it used to be because I replaced tears with heavy breathing
and clenching fists
"take a deep breath! take a deep breath!" they yell
but i just couldn't hear

it used to be because I thought I didn't deserve happiness
i was *****, i am in the wrong
and i couldn't be happy for anybody else

it used to be because of a lot of things, but i've already learn. it used to be because of so many things. so many things used to bother my sleep and my mind. there used to be so many demons on my shoulders. there used to be nothing else but pain. and i wish i was exaggerating but it's real and it's mine and i can't control it. but i already learned to be happy

so please please tell me this is temporary i don't want to revisit the darkness again please somebody tell me this drowning feeling and shifting moods are nothing i dont want this i dont want to live in fear of everything i dont want to push other people away i dont want my nightmares to eat me in the morning and my dreams to haunt me in my sleep

i've already been there. so please don't give me another reason to relive it

There once was a girl
Wild and free
Please forgive my cliché
That's how they all tend to be

She caught frogs in the pond
Salamanders in the stream
But she was carried away
Before she even turned sixteen

The reflective waters
Left for reflective glass
Lotions and powders
Replaced forests and grass

She had lost the perspective
Climbing trees can give
She focused on blemishes
Like the point of a pin

Then one sunny day
As she was dressing her head
The mirror fell on her face
And left her for dead

Stop looking for a sign to do big things. Just go for it and have faith in your own success.

In this day my heart is breaking, so many are suffering.
The middle class is dwindling, people are hurting emotionally.
So many marriages are failing , the rich sending all the good jobs oversea.
But there is still Hope, take your eyes off of people now.
For there is only one Savior, he died on the cross 2000 years ago.
If you really want to overcome your sufferings you need to focus.
Not on people , they shall let you down most have their own agenda.
But Christ can save you, heal you, love you and deliver you too.
He shall not let you go into this drain ready to collapse on the floor.
For he shall build you up through strengthening you daily.
There are some wealthy that keep good jobs here in the USA.

What makes a man stronger, a woman by his side

My mother is the type to tell me "oh, so you want to be alone? Fine. Ill be alone with you."
She gives me my space. And yet she doesnt leave me alone. I will never look back and wonder why she wasnt there. Everywhere i turn i feel her presence.. everywhere.
She wont pressure me to talk. And yet her silence will make me tell it all.
I feel as if my mom is special. And no one could ever replace her.
I would hate to disappoint her or bury her in my problems.
"I will not leave you, i will only built columns, to protect you from your hollow."
This has been proved to me and followed.
I have many challenges to overcome. All piled up so high.. i am climbing a mountain i am all ready on top of. A pile i say so reaching so high.. Its hard to miss.
Many problems created in my own head that she will destroy with the strongest love known to man. Its funny how all she has to do is hold me close and lend a hand.
Her galaxy sunflower eyes make me feel reassurance.
Her galaxy sunflower eyes have seen much more then possibly imagined. She shares with me her stories and wonders, and walls shes had climbed over.
Her long dark hair defines her strong and willing power. Strength shes carried all this years.  
I am not glass. I do not brake. I am not broken. I know this. She makes me believe it. I am not broken. yet she fixes me with every tight hug pressuring all of my broken pieces into one full heart.
Her Glowing skin shines in the sun and in the darkest room. She will make a statement without saying a word.
Her glance will make the strong tremble and the weak fierce. She is the perfect example of the most imperfect person. And to me? That. Is perfect.