It's the pain which might overtake the memories.
  It's the memories that will help to live.
  It's the life that gave such moments.
  It's the moments that are made by friends.
  It's these friends who were once strangers.

And now these strangers have become family!

A Family that one would regret not to have.
  A Family that one would love to share secrets, tears and laughter with.
  A Family whose boundless joys glorify their every little achievement.
  A Family that shares immense love and affection.

It is a family of people, who were once strangers!

The anticipation of meeting you all again multiplies the pain.
  The pain that these memories give, the same memories also sweeten it.
  This sweetness is what I’ll crave for,
  This crave will never die as long as I'll survive..

Though the pain might overpower the memories, it’s these memories which will make the pain, sweeter to bear!

I wish you where growing up in peaceful world.
But everyone has to much hate
I wish you didn't have to live in fear.
But everyone seems to scared
I wish you didn't have to go through being poor.
But there are to many people in This world.
I wish I could say it willnt always be this way
But there will never be better days.
I wish people would change there ways
But its to late.

I walked through the valley of the shadow of life
and in the sun I saw

A dog wand'ring in endless circles
            withering beneath the sun's cruel hand
            crying in the dry tongue of suffering

A snake crawling in rocky shade
                unknowing of others' plights
                thinking of only himself

A child eating of her own heart
              reveling in the bitter taste
              smiling through bloodied lips

A cactus standing high above
                watching through guarded eyes
                hiding what could save them all

I walked through the valley of the shadow of life
and in the sun I saw

You know, life is pretty funny.
Even laugh provocative, to say.
The game that we play, where the rules constantly change.
You know, the one where we constantly miss who player 2 is.
Don't say a word, let me count the days.
Tick tock, there goes another.
Down, around, and back again.
My, my, one of our talks helps, my friend.
We fall on our backs, so we may witness our rise.
Don't you get it? It's hidden behind your beautiful brown eyes.
You know, that game that we play together?
The one that ticks by, just as the days tick down.
My old man once told me you learn to play the game after awhile.
A slap in the face and 10 bucks become the same.
You know they are not your destiny.
You're something bigger.
Something brighter than the sun, babe.
Don't change for me, change for yourself.
No matter what I do, it shouldn't affect your view.
Don't tell me what you would've done,or what you should've done, tell me what you already did.
You know, I'm not going to be the pretender.
Oh, and you should know, I will never surrender.
But in this world, you either play the game, or change it.
You know what they say, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere.
And if you can't make it here, welcome to the club.

We come from the same gene pool,
but don't you dare tell me
that we can wear the same jeans,
because you couldn't hold them up.
You wouldn't be able to keep them in place,
to hoist up the weight of the world
that makes them so heavy.
Your size zero waist and thighs
couldn't handle the pressure,
couldn't handle the qualities
of life size pants.
Not 12 size pants.
Life size pants.
My whole life fits into the stretched out fabric,
the too tight button,
the zipper that struggles to crawl up its track.
These pants have seen days where I could slide in
and days where the squeeze was so tight
that I just gave up,
even when giving up shouldn't have been an option.
Holes have been torn,
rips have been stretched,
and yours have been fashioned to look that way.
Do not pretend that we could switch jeans
and be perfectly fine,
because you would be swimming,
and I would be missing.

I  Love You
For that Imperfection

That Imperfection
That draws You to Me......

That Imperfection that doesn't let u see
the flaws in Me ..............

If life was so Perfect
as One would want it to Be
I'd never have You next to Me ...............

I Love You
For that Imperfection
In Your smile
In Your Mind
When gone Wild ..
In Your silly Man Child ways
Cuz with that bad good wouldn't stay...

Your so Damm good at being Bad...

I Must Insist .....
I Can't Resist ......

All Your Imperfect Ways
Seem so Perfect to Me....

The angels gathered
at dusk
when the sky was clear
and the wind was silent.
One was stick thin
with ribs protruding,
piercing the feeble
crumbling skin
and the angel was
starving, with
stomach growling
but the angel
wouldn't eat.
The second angel
had a fake smile
plastered,
so fake that its
mouth (decaying
with acid)
looked grotesque
and the angel
looked tormented
because it had
spent the past hour
on its knees
in a bathroom
emptying its
stomach
but it still thought
its smile was
convincing.
The third angel
had long
thin scars
bleeding red
all over its arms
but it smiled
its brightest smile,
chin up,
eyes bright
(but it secretly screamed
at itself late at night).

And many more
angels came,
all of them transparent,
with skin like
parchment
and eyes hollow,
eye sockets painfully
dug into their skulls,
with blue-purple
half-moons under
eyes losing their spark,
with crumbling,
burning smiles
that stung with
insincerity
and pure
venomous self-hatred,
and the angels dared not
face each other
and cut their own wings
feather by feather
and refused to believe
that they had not fallen.
But they hadn't, truly.
They had simply jumped.