Nothing....

I just found out from a good friend that miss jc Stole and reposted mine own poem dwindling on her page making people think its her poem.. . to you Mrs Jc... And other people who come on this site to make us miserable, I don't hate you.. Actually I feel sorry for you and believe more than ever you need God in your life and for someone to care for you.. sad thing is.. Good people left like me don't hate you nor am I mad at you... I know you have some good down in that soul... So please on mine behalf and others stop copying poems from me and from others and stop acting like a nitwit on a page for people to express their souls and hearts.. People already have bad enough days..  Like alot on here just as you have bad enough day.. How about everyone on here copies your work and posts it as theirs???? Huh jc? What than?
Or what if we constantly cut you down daily when noone did before and now from your childish bullcrap you've brought this on you... Like the others who have done that here.... Soo I'm not mad at you again nor do I hate you.... I forgive all and love all beings.. I pray you find your inner peace and God and true love and stop messing with others true love and poems and their own selves..... . your broken.. Angry at yourself God and the world... And you decide to take your anger and pain out in others.   Well guess what? Not me JC!!!!! Not me.. I'm forgiving.. But unlike alot I will draw you out...not from rage or anger but to show you people are trying to helpppppppppp youuuuuuuuu!!!! Why? You ask because they have good souls??? Now where is that good soul I know you have in you Mrs Jc? Huh where is it.... Stop covering yourself with a mask and for once except others help... Though you don't feel love... From a being to another being who cares for your well-being.. Because you are soo unhappy it will lead you down to more major damage to your self. Others and more God...... Can't you see people in HP love you.??? And you wanna lose the privilege of people trying to help you? What then when people stop trying to help? You'll lose yourself... Which I can see you are losing self now.... Again not mad don't hate you.  But except our love and trying to help you instead of you harming us .   thank you

Brandon cory NAGLEY!!!!

If thou wouldst just letteth one loveth thee,
Thou just might loveth back
And it just might
Feeleth good...

Well already in down mood right now, and lonely and depressed and someone just had to make me feel like a piece of crap saying negative stuff on mine poetry..and pretty much told me I shouldn't do poetry no more. Well think I'm done with poetry for now... Goodnight everyone....
And thanks to one who said i shouldn't do poetry no more honestly don't care what you think... But thanks for making me feel worse.. Your quite the uplifter aren't you ,(::: night

World War III
A possibility

Our economy is done

Isn't it fun?

To be a 21st century American

No jobs, or any type of future too
The globalists ******* me and you

Other countries will not trust
American currency
Anymore

This country is a ****** *****

And this saddens me so
Because most of the people
I live around are
Good and decent folks

We just wanted to make
A living and be left alone

But no, blah

No more will I whisper my pain into storms in the hope that the thunder will hide the sound of breaking.
No more will I wonder at the beauty of death and its promise of release, the monotonous metronome of blood dripping onto tile nor how it would feel to slowly swing, my life ebbing away as my eyes wonder at the stars they create.
No more will I swallow the oblivion prescribed, I will not allow the erosion of my soul any longer, I refuse to become any less than this.
No more will I question my existence  within a monochrome world while all around others glory in rainbow hues.

I alone am the captain of my destiny.

There is beauty here should I choose to see it and I have turned my face away long enough.

Everyone's addicted
To material goods
Why doth thou not taketh the time
To showeth thy lover thy loverhood?

I can’t watch that show without thinking of you.

And I can’t make a move without thinking it through.

And I can’t understand this new feeling I’ve found:

For once, I miss you, I need you around.

But I can, and I will, hide from you how I feel.

My heart is the last thing I want you to steal.

But I’m coming to find, the closer to calling you mine, the more I feel alive.

Your touch is fogging up my mind.

Your love is mysterious and kind.

Who am I, to run away?

When my heart begs me to stay?

And who are you, to swell with pride?

When you want me by your side.

Two angels belongeth to another
Not to brute beastly humans....