I'm melting, so solid turns into liquid.
I'm evaporating fast, so liquid turns into gas.
So invisible, even ghosts think I'm glass.

It just doesn't get ****** up more than this
When you tryina search for inner peace inside
Your Combusting skeleton. Some call it happiness. Others call it success. Does it matter long as it's getting you through the state of consciousness
Triggering ambitions of greatness.
Freeing fumes and the toxic carbon monoxide of negativity.
Being as one with your image. Finding symmetry. Learning is just knowledge through study or experience while thought is the system of ideas of how things came to existence.

You women are strong  you women are tuff
Don't think that women married to a man is enough
The strong women support the man and makes him rough
Women face this world fighting until they get enough
You think that women are not strong without man
Where that's were you don't understand that a man without a woman is not enough
Women are not appreciated for the stuff the do instead they are told they are weak and can't handle a world that is cruel and rough. Women stand high and don't ever think you are not strong enough.

Paint the walls black
The start of a joyous poem
She left me, oh and I cried
Waiting for her guilt trip to arrive
It never did.
So I started screaming in vain
She belonged to me so I thought
As if she was a piece of baggage
Her place in my heart
A territory that has vanished
Her place in a brothel
Better of than with me
I still can't believe that ***** left me.

I wrote a poem about you
that I didn't want to keep
so I wrote it by the ocean
in the sand beneath my feet

I sat there by it silently
listening to the waves
just watching the tide come in
at the end of this pensive day

As the sea gently rolled in
and washed away the words
salty tears began to fall
as the ocean took away the hurt

I will never share with you
the words written in the sand
I'll never kiss those lips I long to
or feel the gentle caress of your hands

I remain seated here alone
the poem just a memory in my mind
a pain still lingers within my heart
a mixture of loss and longing combined

One day I'll retrace the words again
in the glorious golden sand
maybe you'll see them this time
and just maybe you'll understand

Dear mother,
I love you and I miss all the kisses from you
You are the nearest thing to my heart
There is nothing. Nothing that can separate us apart.
The way you treat me good.
And the way I treat you like a ****.
I'm really sorry for all those hard times I was rude to you.
But don't worry cause I have the white card
I'll draw your face like a Mona Lisa art.
It's not that smart.
Because with your beautiful face nothing topples the charts.
And I can't say much, after you fed me, dressed me and raised me a man so that I can understand that this life is like a tin can and I'm trapped inside it just like Peter Pan.
May I clap my hands and stand to the greatest angel to ever walk on the ground we stand.