The shapes and shells of a lady bug vary.
Like the patterns of a snowflake.

the light of the Creator is tattooed into my soul; as it looks at its reflection, through the window I call my eye.

Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.

please forgive my optimism,
im aware this is a dark place.
is the world going to ****,
are we going to be okay.

I have not much more i want to say,
yet so much more that I need too.
should I be silent today,
should tomorrows words be allowed to bleed through.

forgive me for my optimism.
I know what you are going through.

I grade myself too much,
although I am the teacher,
write a poem, tear it up,
before there are any readers.

I rate myself too much,
although im not the audience,
click post poem, delete it later,
thinking no likes means no reminisce.

I hated myself once,
before I could make fun,
trauma days embarrassing ways that this day was not reachable from.

I choose to lighten up,
maybe buy some wine.
take a walk get chased by a dog
then stop and ask it why.

math plus history equals hindsight.
science plus art equals human.

take this peace not forgranted
lest we forget the pain of war
it should be known
the coming pain
is of war
for the world know it to be undeniably inevitable
do not apply to life
what others say is truth
beware the barrers of false gifts and their broken promises
much pain but still time, there is good out there
conduit closing

It hurts more than pain.
It falls more than rain.
It rises more than the sun.
It is never slain.
It is far from a game.
More powerful than death.
It will keep you up at night.
It will give you rest.
Its the worst.
Its the best,
Its the only real test.
Its confusing as it gets.
understood as its blessed.
It can be faked, but its real.
fills you more than a meal.
It leaves you empty,
feeling lost.
And there's no going back.
It will tear you apart,
it will keep you intact.
Sometimes we wonder, what did we really have.
There is a time to be humble,
And a time to just love back.

We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
Complaining is a new way to get through the day,
and we deny that we feel not so great.
Keeping real friends is a complex campaign,
and we look away when passing a new face.
The past can be held against us,
No matter our accomplished steps.
We wake wishing for luck,
and go to sleep in a mess.
We forget our own hearts.
We let our heads cloud our time.
People beg for loose change.
People walk right by.
Others give them a chance, to stop begging and work.
Some gladly accept.
Some stay in the dirt.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
We live in a time where people forget their family ties.
On pursuit of a new look.
We forget our friends birthdays until it pops up on Facebook.
This life is a test. Please stand by.
The answer is not death.
The question is not life
~B-Hypez

would you believe me, if I told you.
that everyone
has thought a lot.
that everyone
has said a lot.
that everyone
has done a lot.

that everyone
has not thought enough.
that everyone
has not said enough.
that everyone
has not done enough.

And would you believe me, if I said.
that many of the things
that you've  thought,
that you've  said,
that you've done,
saved you  from death.

and that many of the things
you won't think,
that you wont speak,
that you wont do anything about,
can still **** you.

would you believe me?

The codgers devoid of sane be born, also men with no power.
But They stay to collude, In the tangible mainlands of man,
old world demise.
In a new world disguise.