STOP... there is no use in thinking like that
STOP... put the razor down
STOP... don't cry at your desk, it isn't worth it
STOP... tell them the truth
STOP... don't tell the girl all of your secrets
STOP... don't ask her to come in with you
God, if only i could have carried a
STOP....
Sign around with me.
If only i would have listened to my consious,
constantly telling me to
STOP...
and rething what i was doing.
To
STOP...
and put myself first
to
STOP...
and think of what i'd be thinking now.
If i could tell myself back then what i know now,
I would say, those thoughts are not true
the lines you create will forever be regretted
the kids at school don't care if they upset you, don't show them your tears
Tell them the truth, because so much would be different today if you do
The girl who knows everything about you, will use it against you later
and making the mistake of letting her in with you will run through your mind every day
but mostof all, keep going
don't STOP life just because you are sad.
Don't STOP dreaming
Don't STOP fighting
and most of all
don't STOP breathing

The literal *******.

I find myself not caring about anyone or anything, just what she is doing.

Days like today and nights like these are the worst.

I can't stand day dreams of you anymore. All I want is to talk to you.
See how your doing.

My only regrets were lustful thoughts and being too young to recognize what love is.

I am a walking oxymoron
I am a contradiction
I consider myself a realist
but crave the taste of fiction

I am a both sides of an argument;
much like the true colors of freedom
I bristle at words of affirmation
because I hate that I need them

Oh, wretched heel!
Oh, bane of life!
Cease to inflict your funereal strife!
What must it take?
Would I be healed,
Should my dichotomies be revealed?

I am a fire upon the sea
I am a grand confliction
I write as if I have no inhibitions,  
but it seems that words are an addiction

mahal
                                  kita
                    ­                                    hindi
                       ­                                                     kita
       ­                                                                 ­                                  iiwan

                                                          ­                                                iiwan
           ­                                                                 ­ kita
                                                        hin­di
                                  kita
mahal

i believe that the people who mean the most to you
are the ones you find on accident

we go looking for who we think we want
but the people we meet by chance are the ones we connect to most

that's what i find to be true

look for love in places you'd least expect it
and it will come to you

Some writing on a wall
That's all
Nothing to see here so you can just move along
Paint on concrete, or maybe even laden bricks
A ghetto magnum opus sending a message to those walking along, familiar with spray paint cans clicks

Just another death here, nothing to see here keep it moving
So many young ones die in my city, despite the lambasting and berating of various communities.
Another life cut tragically short

It's just....


How many times must we hear that phrase before we shove it back down their throats?

When I see the word random
I always think of a potato.
But how random is it really if that's always the case?

Starting today when I see the word random
I will think of a potato