My heart drops,
My mind cloudens,
I cannot think.

I am overcome,
Like instincts to an animal,
I envy.

Small things look big,
My judgment is biased,
I am losing control.

I keep fighting to keep myself on top of things,
Controlling and having things to my plan,
I have forgotten,
that life cannot be controlled.

I must do my best,
but there is no guarantee.

How do I fight Envy?
For Envy is part of me.

How do I fight Envy?
If Envy is caused by my two best friends?

If I fight, I lose.
If I surrender, I lose.

Should I continue to try and control?
Or must let Life sort things out?
Oh Envy, I curse you.

Dear Friend,

My heart rips when I see you heartbroken,
I am weak when you are weaken,

Sometimes I wish,
Sometimes I bliss,
that you would just smile,
A Real Smile,
A face that shows that tomorrow is going to be okay.

To take that mask and break it,
To know how you truly feel,
To have you let go of the hurt,
To see you happy.

Dear Friend,

I am nothing but another person,
I cannot control how you feel,
but when you continue to hurt,

Over and Over,

I must restrain myself,
I want to yell out,
For I am seeing a majestic creature killing itself,

Dear Friend,
You tell me that everything will get better,
but I see no difference,
I see only pain,
day to day,
every
day,

Dear Friend,
I wish I can do something,
I want to take on the burden,
so that I can see you free,

But these problems,

I can advise,
I can make you laugh,
I can take away the pain,
but only temporarily,

Because I cannot solve,

Because these problems are;

A Life Journey,
taken,

A Life Lesson
learned,

A Lifelong memory,
to be kept,

A Lifelong experience,
to be felt,

by my Dear Friend,

All Taken,
By Choice,

By My Dear Friend.

There's a girl I know,
She's a rose.

Beautiful,
Bright,
Attractive,
Original,
but Deadly.

It is best not to mess with this flower.
You will only be given pain and cuts.

Watch and appreciate,
but will you risk your pride?

Try and talk to this girl,
she will let you,
Try and court this girl,
she will **** you,

I warn you all,
She's a Rose,

God gave her Knives,
she will use them if you get too close,

Like a Rose

You cannot grab on,
without blood spill.

She is Beautiful,
Bright,
Attractive,
and Original,

But will anyone take the risk?
And feel the bloodshed?
To feel great pain?
For the great reward of the Rose?

Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Ding!

Popcorn sweetly pops
as soft smell of butter fills the air
Eagerly waiting the two little children.

Munch!
Munch!
Munch!
Chomp!

Joyous snaps of crunchy corn
as they softly dissolve
Satisfying the couple

Now Silence.

The little children ran out to play.

The heavy
The painful
The weight
Tugging and pulling.
Ripping and tearing.
Something is wrong.

The feeling of *Guilt

There are friends.
A friend that is silly.
A friend that is wise.
A friend that is there.
A friend that is Good.

That Good friend shows you life.
That friend shows you a part of the world you never experienced before.
That friend is there for you.

There is always a Good friend.
A friend you can talk to.
A friend that you can relate to.
A friend that can cheer you up.
A friend that you look forward to seeing.

That Good friend isn't afraid to point out your mistakes.
That friend is right by you when you are going through pain
Physical and Emotional.
That Good friend whom you wouldn't care what others say about.

A friend with the same interest.
A friend with the same background.
This is a Good friend.
Because
These are friends.

My heart burns
from pain.
from joy.

I helped someone I loved.
To a rival.

Feeling of regret,
but feeling of assured.

Feeling of completeness,
but feeling of emptiness.

Feelings of hurt,
but feelings of happiness.

I helped someone I loved,
but did I help?

*Myself?