Do it now.
Do not reflect on your life when it is too late.
Try and make it a clean slate.
Do not cry when your too old,
your soul might already be sold.
Do not punish yourself at the end
go now and try to mend,
the broken prices that have set you astray.
When you go and they put your body down to lay,
Make sure you know that you'll be okay.

Someday we will leave this world...
We will take nothing at all.
We will leave:
Our clothes
Our money
Our fame
Our luxury
Our secrets
Our lies
Our houses
Our friends
Our families
Our valuable antiques
Our love
Our hate
Our sadness
Our despair
Our favorite pair of shoes
We will even leave behind our gentle surroundings that keep us sane.
But, the greatest thing we will leave behind is our memories.
Wether good or bad
Someone down here will nurture them in their minds for their bad days.
They will put a smile on a widows face,
These memories will help someone when nothing else can.
So before you go put a frown on your face today, make a joke or a reason to smile and I promise you it will a last forever in another's heart.

B.m.P

We are all under the same moon,
We will all leave this life soon.
Wether rich or poor,
Fun or a bore.
We all have issues,
Some are just better at hiding behind a tissue.
We all have goals,
We're all just playing different rolls.
We all have dreams, but
they never come true, so it seems.
We all want to make the best of it,
And in it we all want to fit.
We all have rules,
We are taken down by inner bulls.
As long as we live under the same moon, we are all the same.

B.m.P

How are you supposed to find beauty in a battlefield?
How are you supposed to like education, when your being brainwashed?
How are you supposed to follow a religion, when their a thousand different translations?
How are you supposed to pick one, when you love them all?
How is it so hard to be truthful, then to be a liar?
How are you supposed to be okay, when you can't even tell yourself your okay?
How are you supposed to be a role model, when you don't even have one to look up to?
Just how?

The heart is a strange thing,
it's rumored to sometimes sting.
It has actually loved few,
it sings aloud every Sunday on a pew.
Not many treat it well,
it's lucky if it's status is swell.
It has cried many nights,
and leaps at beautiful sights.
It has brought down a lot of souls,
and stopped every time it sees a mole.
It beats everyday,
and it sometimes puts engagements on delay.
The heart has done few miracles,
yet the heart is a strange thing.

B.m.P

A flower is only beautiful to the person who beholds the beauty of such a thing in their eyes.
A lion is only fierce to the person who isn't scared of it but can see the power in its roar.
And the person is only a person unless an other's eyes see something great in them.
It all depends on whose eyes are watching what.

B.m.P

I'm not going to say I'm bad at writing,  because that a attention seeking statement.
I'm not going to say I'm very good because I know I'm not.
But I'm neutral.
Neutrality is a form of uniqueness.
Let me ask you something...
If everyone had the same exact picture of the same lion, would you buy it?

Mixed emotions get the better of you.
Your head spins round and round trying to figure it out but you can't.
You feel a sense of lonlieness,
Like no ones their for you...
You want to run, but don't know your destination.
You want to hide, but don't know where.
You want to do something, but don't know what.
Your gut is telling you no, but your heart is saying yes.
Listen to your gut, because if your not sure your not sure.
B.m.P

Some people live for thrill
Some for paying bills.
Some people live for money,
Some for honey.
Some people live for fun,
Some are just hiding from the sun.
Some people live for a pair of gloves,
Some just for love.
Some people live for better days,
Some are looking for a better way.
Some people live for rambling,
Some for gambling.
Some people live for happiness,
Some for loneliness.
Everybody should stop living for something, but live to be something.

B.m.P

One there will be no wars.
No racism.
No hatred.
No wickedness.
No poverty.
No lies.
No evil.
No lust.
No heartaches.
No drugs.
No alcohol.
No money.
Nothing that causes pain at one point to anyone.
One day is just a wish...

B.m.P

"That does'nt make sense"
"This does'nt make sense"

Nowadays we can not think our own thoughts
Speak our own words
Listen to what we want.

Nowadays we're told what we are supposed to believe.
We're told theirs only one way for everything we do.
We're told not to live our own lives, but the 'right' lives...

Who makes these standards up?

Why are our own thoughts just....



nonsense?

B.m.P

Meet someone new today, give them something to smile about.
Never give them a doubt.
Tell them everything your thinking, but don't make them think your sinking.
Show them your everyday chores,
don't make it seem like anymore.
Listen to what they have to say,
remember their only human, also finding their way.

B.m.P

Yellow is bright.
Happy in a way.
Yellow is the color of the sun on a toddlers portrait.
It gives a positive vibe.
How could yellow represent the sun?
The sun is also bright.
But it is not necessarily yellow.
Why do people compare the two?
Maybe it's because yellow and the Sun help people in times of darkness.
But how can two ordinary things help someone?
Just like the way any ordinary person can shine their smile at a stranger and turn their day upside down.
Yellow is an ordinary thing.
But when you take that ordinary thing and change the meaning of it, it can mean so much more.

B.m.P

Tell me what's on your mind today
But never let your lips meaning lose it's way.
Tell me your hopes and dreams
And I'll tell you how life sometimes seems.
Tell me how life can be boring
But nobody said how life will be, we're all just soaring.

B.m.P

A lie can never be taken back
It's rumored only to be spoken by a slack.
A lie is easier to tell than the truth
But it will eventually be traced back all the way to the root.
A lie can dig you deep in a hole
And can sometimes crush another's soul.
A lie is heard dreadfully
While it is also spoken so graciously.

B.m.P

Love is a subtle lie you tell your self at the end of the day
Just because you have nothing to say.
Love is a beautiful mess
But you should never let it make you feel any less.
Love is all you need
Always treat it like a deed.
Love is so fragile
Know it's all worthwhile.

B.m.P