Poetry isn't the same anymore, something is missing or doesn't feel right.
I used to write to get through my trials and tribulations so I could keep learning from my mistakes
I used to write to express myself to others that didn't understand me completely
I used to write for allot of reasons but why keep writing if that isn't the same.
There are allot of reasons of why I should keep writing but not one good logicial reason of why I should keep writing
Nobody reads it anymore and that makes it clear to me that don't nobody give a * about what I got to say through my words
of my trials and triublations
Family was the main reason of why I started writing, being isolated into a dark place at a young age
What the * is family now, my family will always treat me like I'm nothing but an Otto
The people who I surround mysaelf by look at me and see someone I am nt due to my decisions and mindset
Poetry was more than just words on paper for me, it was my way to face reality.
Poetry was always there for me when I had nothing and nobody, it never deny me anything and always made my life allot easier.
Writing from a place where I wrote from isn't something easy to do, it took allot out of me to write so deep and dark,
from the palce where my midset was for so long, no longer will I write from that dark place.
Poetry is in my past and it will forever remain in my past, no matter wht the case is I'm through writing.
Goodbye Poetry!!!

As time goes on I realize more and more about what love and life can be compared
The good out weighs the bad and the bad out weighs the good, its a battle
Wars come and go but my soldiers stay eternal
Some times you win and most of them you lose to what you think is
Realizing certain things can make your mind go in a whirl
Even when the good is right in front of you, doesn't matter who you have by your side
There's may come times where you stop and step outisde of your step and see yourself
Forcing things that have no purpose: obstacles, trials, & tribulations
After that you face the reality of your own SELF
This battle is faced from within; always a war when faced with a reflection of who you are.
The battle scars that you're left with being a reminder of everything you did wrong
Some wounds more deeper than other ones, many last an eternity last.
We fail to realize time is the only thing in loife that we cannot get back
Today, tomorrow, next month, next year may come and we won't be able to know what is
But we're faced with challenges every one of these days
Some of us stand tall and do what is necessary
But for some we coward down and run away from what is right in front of us
Battle scars are the difference between the two
Many of us leave after the scars we get, too coward to stand the sight of blood, sweat, and tears
Then again some of us get this feeling to carry on, not because we have to but it's who we are
Who are you?
Which side of the battle you stand on?
You are a coward or you are a soldier?

1 is who you, me, and everyone else is
1 is where we start off with and is where end up with
1 is simple but yet complex
1 shows you who your true colors
1 is...

1+1=2
2 is a birth or a curse
2 can either make you or break you
2 can be joined into one
2 can last forever, if wanted to
2 is....

2+1=3
3 is where something further exists
3 is the heaven to where I belong
3 can be a living hell
3 could be life or death
3 is...

4 & 5
Is the possiblities of something even more
Is the chances of a lifetime of change
Change for better or for worse
Forever or for now

6...
Where darkness will remain
Being broken without repair
Self is no longer the case
Death is your resting palace

Adding up to what is misleading and misunderstood
Subtraction the things that weigh you down
Equals means you are no longer the importance
Numbers that have you hand already dealt with

Numbers that take control of what is reality
But for me it's the steps to what may lie ahead
Paths that mislead you to trials & tribualtions out of your control
No matter how hard you try to...

After everyone in my past told me I was a fool
Yet I still remain to stay by your side
When we had no reason of being together and separating our own ways
Yet I still remain cause my love for you is more powerful than anything else that matters
When **** hits the fan and the fight comes, you choose to run while me on the other hand
fought for a reason at times i have a hard time believing it's a good purpose
Yet I still remain because I look past all your flaws and mistakes and take the blame as it was my own
There are times you hate me and can't stand me because i tell you what's on my mind and in my heart
Yet I still remain to be where I am to help you be a better you
You tend tend to ignore the sight for others while they use and mistake your kindness as your weakness
Yet I still remain to let you know that I got your back now and for eternity
You and your friends may think of me however you choose to think
Yet I still remain to prove that I'm not like the wrong ones you choose
Your actions toward me at times have me ready to walk away and say **** it
Yet I still remain to show you that I'm willing to put my ego and pride aside to make you see that I'm not that bad of a guy.

Time is the one thing you can never get back in life
You can't rewind or fast forward through time
only live for the moment you are blessed with
Time to me is more precious than love
With time comes blessings and lessons
Which you choose it to be you can;t take it back
There's good times and bad times and everything in between
Many of us try to weigh the good over the bad
And tend to ignore the in between times
That's where the conflicts approaches and becomes more complex
Time isn't temporary nor forever
We as humans only have so much time to tell our story
Then it's back to mother nature we go, either in a pine box or ashes to ashes
We fail to realize that every day that comes and goes is another day we lose
Life is never judged by the times we have, but by the moments that take your breath away
Neither good or bad times is the way we look at ourselves
It's by the people, trials and tribulations we face on a daily
When a person tries so hard to make up for time
They tend to forget about the moment they live cause they're looking behind
Time has limitations and if crossed then life becomes more difficult to deal with
ME personally I believe that time is what I need in every aspect in life
Maybe that's where i go wrong in life
Living by the minute and not by the minute
Time is never lost or gone, it's always going to remain
After I'm dead and gone time will still be here
We humans fail to realize that after we're gone what will be left
The in between times play their part of life
In between times are those moments where you can't decide to choose right nor wrong
It's based from off emotions and opinions; yours and your loved ones
Time is often mistaken for the wrong reason a and not the right moment
Be grateful for the time you have because soon your time will come and you'll be judged
Not by man or woman but by God..he is the only one who truly knows when your time is up
Before that split second comes
Take the time to cherish and precious to you before you let the in between time make the choice for you
Whatever may come and go is temporary and only lasts for a moment
Pain and misery has an no impact on time
Those are variables in life that we cannot change
We as humans live off of emotions and actions
Both of which you choose to deal with

I ask myself over and over again
Am I good enough?
There are times where I don't think
that I'm good enough to be with you
Lately all I've done is making things harder and more tough
Sometimes I look at myself as a failure in life
How can you be a good person when all you do
is cause pain, hurt, and misery to those who you encounter?
Throughout life we fail to realize what our decisions
Impact others more than impacts you
To have the ability to step outside yourself and take a look at yourself
Tends to not be a good trait
It allows you to see yourself for who you really are
And seeing who you can make you start to see the bad and the ugly
Changing into someone you don't reorganized anymore from who you were
When I step outside myself I don't enjoy the view I'm seeing
I see a monster inside a young man ready to die
Apart of the side that lies withing is someone who I that isn't who I truly am
How can a person love themselves when all they see nothing
but the pain that person created and caused?
Can a good person become a bad person by the choices and consequences that they encounter in their life?
Questions without answers is where I'm stuck in life
Failure is a state of mind, if a mind is stuck in a state they can't find