The day I realize that
There is no end of this
Suffering, I accepted it
In that pain I became aware
with a dark face of life
I regret for it
I wanted to end this life
Acceptance of this pain
Made me fearless
Suffering doesn't bother me
anyway
It makes me stronger
So that I can fight
In the battlefield of life...

Suffering
is the landscape
of life.

Hope is
the sustenance
of life.

To avoid suffering
is to avoid life.

Love yourself.

Love other's
even though
they don't
deserve it.

Be gentle
with yourself,
even when utterly
fatigued and
victimized.

Make you life
a poem that
you create
and hold it
close to your
heart.

The best
you can do
is all you can do.

  ~mce

I wonder if she knows,
Knows how beautiful she is.
Does she know? she makes me feel like a little boy.
A school boy crush..

She is my dream
She is out of reach
Her skin so soft like a Georgia peach.

If she only knew
Only knew I would love her till the end of time.
Unconditional love
Love for our lifetime.

Does she know no matter how far apart we are my love won't change.
If only I had the words to explain to her
Explain that she is the one.

I sleep a lot
Not because I'm sleepy or depressed
It's the only time I see her.
You are my dream.
Your eyes , your smile , and your personality
Baby please let's make this a reality..


I'll wake to sadness and disappointment  
I long to hold you
Kiss those sweet lips.

Baby what I'm saying is you're my dream girl.
You are my world.
My dream
My peace
My serenity
My silence in the dark.
My sweet love, you are my heart.

I’m alone in the dark listening to the clock tick life away,and the sounds of screaming run through my head.
I long for the sensual touch
That’s not asking much
The longer nights let the demons
In my burning mind out to play.
I ask please lord, I’m on my knees,I’m praying and I’m begging,Please as I am your servant. Take this dreadful night and turn it into day. As for then the screams of this hellish night will go away.

I am angry
but too exhausted to express it.
So it remains smoldering
beneath shaking hands, and burning skin.
Smoke gathers
but it's not smothering the embers, nor the flame.
No, it's smothering me.