This  is not a pen,
it is a tool which interacts with the mind and a paper.
it flows boldly with emotional charisma.
it brings forth thunder at its strike to the sky.
its no ordinary pen,
but a magical stick which brings forth spells of paradise.

a pen has power

if you are a sheep,
don't pretend to be a tortoise.
if you are pink,
don't pretend to be turquois.

you are who you are.
you are beautiful, capable, and irreplaceable.
love yourselves peeps!

My life is wrecked,
my life is torn.
sometimes i'm blessed,
sometimes I wish I wasn't born.

my soul yearns for peace,
my body is weak and frail.
my mind is full of grief,
my smile has lost its fame.

my eyes ache with pain,
my heart bleeds with anger
my world crumbles over and over again,
I need an angel to keep me out of danger.

your problems are a mountain to you,
but they are a seed to God.
a year is 365 days to you,
but it's a second to God

God is the creator of your life,
His presence brings joy to every soul.
Darkness can never overpower his light,
He warms our hearts when pain makes it cold.

when he speaks, the land shakes,
when he heals, there's no sickness again.
submit to him, and he will take away your shame,
He will give you peace and vanish your pain.

there's eternal life to those who believe,
the more you pray, the more blessings you receive.
the devil can mesmerize, but he can also deceive,
give your heart to God and your burdens will be relieved.

you only have one life to live,
you never know when it will end.
not everything is good in this world that you see,
follow Jesus and you'll always get the best!

you took me miles, over dusty streets,
you danced and danced, and didn't get tired.
my strong, and curved looking feet,
kicked ******* ***** but didn't retire.

you got sick and couldn't move,
how you made me cry.
I almost thought I was loosing you,
but that will be only when I die.

my strong, curved beautiful feet,
how you make me smile.
you make me run with a vampire's speed,
please stay with me for the rest of my life.

sometimes I wonder
why people suffer,
why people cry,
with no reason to live for.

why is life so cruel,
why is life so hard.
it burns as if being controlled by fuel,
sometimes death may be the only remedy,
to find heavenly peace

you see an old man, struggling on his stick,
you hurt him with your words and go your way.
but you expect to be honored, each time the clock ticks,
forgetting that you barely do the same.

a teacher advices, but you reject her with your noise,
she leads you the right way, but you ignore her stress.
then why want others to listen to your voice,
when onto others you don't show a little respect.

respect is just a word, you may never consider,
but when your world starts crumbling, you will be its believer.
don't do tomorrow what you would have don't today,
respect is respect, do it and go your way!

what a sad world.
people loosing their loved ones,
without them saying a word
of goodbye .

239 missing and being mourned for,
plane nowhere to be found.
thunder struck through families lives,
is it in air or is it in the ground.

life can never be bought,
not even words can heal the pain.
the tears wont last for long,
but the memories would forever remain.

A woman of virtue,
is like a golden chain.
she glitters and sparkles,
and beauty runs in her veins.

she smiles at every breathe,
she needs not an angel, for she is one.
her mourn can awake the dead.
her image brightens the sun.

A day without her,
is like a life without air.
The universe bows,
when she lets down her hair.

A woman of virtue,
is a woman of purity.
no matter the things people say,
she will always carry her beauty.

I'm living in anger, I'm living in pain,
but the evil that befalls me, will have no gain.
it is cynical, and it's words always bear shame.
Oh evil, oh evil, how you blacken my days.

it roars with fire, but looks like an angel.
it's evil deeds, are linked together like a pretzel.
it's hiding it's black side, but showing off jewels.
oh evil, oh evil, you better change your ways.

Every word is a curse, and hurts like a knife.
every sight of its face, adds stress to your life.
every breathe that it takes, shrinks your pretty smile.
Oh evil, oh evil, how you hardly die.

A life with evil, is a dark cross to carry.
its pain and struggles, turn tears into blood.
but one day alone, and one day surely,
oh evil, oh evil, you shall reveal your lies.

pain hits my soul,
more than a thousand times.
I don't worry '*** I know,
that I'm harder than a dime.

I hide all my sorrow,
and cover it up with a smile,
'*** I never know tomorrow,
and what it can do in my life.

I give comfort to others,
bit it seems no one cares if I'm alive.
I don't have to bother,
because God watches over me all the time.

I solve people's problems,
when I haven't started with mine,
but I listen to conscience,
and I believe joy will come when the time is right.