As long as one does the right thing
As long as your feelings come from your heart
And one takes care of their responsibilities

You have nothing to prove
No how
No way

There will come a time in life
When you must speak up

It won't feel comfortable
But it must done

Who am I to say
Well just tell me I'm wrong

Is this bold
If you think so

Do I care
I think not

Do I wish you the best
Of course I do

Do we hide our feelings in words
Of course we do

Do we express our thoughts in words
Of course we do

Do we have fun writing
Of course we do

Do we make **** up
Of course we do

Do we think of others when we write
Sometimes

darkened eye's from when i cry...
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pain and hurt that makes me sigh...
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broke emotions oh wo is me...
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delusional thoughts lives in me..
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my crocked life can i let it be...
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i always thinking of whats to be...
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this hole i have how could it be...
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my mind can't think from day to day...
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i often wonder am i dead...
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only reminded from my head...
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these painful feelings that i hold...
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this crippled life as i grow old...

i admit it, what's to say
i relive it, without pain

bacckstreet lover on the side of the road

i got a bomb in my temple thats gonna explode
i got a 16 guage buried under my coat

i pray,
once upon a time, i could control myself
once upon a time, i could lose myself

indian summer and i hate the heat
i got my hand in my pocket so determinded and descrete

there she was with him on the side of the street
they think i have my eyes closed
but i'm looking at them the whole ******* time

i explode

once upon a time, i could control myself
once upon a time, i could lose myself

I once had a job,
only to assure myself, that i cannot work...

I once saw a motivational speaker,
only to assure myself, a have no motivation...
  
I once saw a inspirational speaker,
only to assure myself, a have no inspiration...

I once went to confession,
only to assure myself, that I do not know God...

I once dated a girl,
only to assure myself, that love is confusing...

I once had a dog,
only to assure myself, that I cannot take care of anyone...

I once hung out in a crowd,
only to assure myself, that I do not like people

I once had a friend,
only to assure myself, that I need help

I once saw a psychiatrist,
who assured me, that i was crazy....

Sitting in sins of my life
Burning away time
one crime at a time

With no past of a kind
No way to live life

Beaten beyond belief
From the times of my crimes

Building up hurt
To continue my crimes

Shackled by darkness
Filled with hate

I continue a life
Of love and hate

Crimes I commit
From the things I take

A life of love
One heart at a time

Please come home I think I'm falling
I'm holding on to I think what's safe

I feel I've found the road to nowhere
and I'm trying to escape, but I'm down to my last breath

Let me say is all I need is to see your face

Please hold me, I'm six feet from the edge
And thinking six feet ain't that far

I look at my life and I think it's over
Reflecting on my mistakes

I thought I found the road to somewhere
Somewhere in your grace

I cry out to heaven to hope to hold you,
But I'm down to one last breath

Please come back and stay with me
I still believe there's something there
Left for you and me

Please come back I think I'm falling
And I'm holding on to faith

So the thoughts of one which can change us apart from Particles preposition apart preposition Conjunction function plus and accept dysfunction ..

Do you really know who you are or
do you just go through the motions of life....

Me, I am no superman, nor am I perfect.....
I do know who I am and where I am going....

I control my own life and work for no one....
I make my own money and enjoy life....

I understand by helping other,
I help myself by showing understanding...

Life is way to short to fear anything,
face life head on and stay real to yourself....

I never stress, complain or make excuses....
The words "I can't" do not exist in my vocabulary...

Stay true, honest and respectful to all......
Be a caring person about others to a point....

What is most important is understanding love....

Love is patient...
Love is kind....
Love is not self seeking....
Love does not boast...
Love is always there....
Hate will never show...

Treat your lady like a princess....
Yes they need to be shown affection...

But in return ladies need to do the same...
Where respect is given, respect is earned....

True love cannot exist,
were it truly does not exist.

True love cannot be hidden,
were it truly exist...

Mind games are for foolish people...
Foolish people will always hurt...

Pride will only get you in trouble....
Be mindful and thoughtful to all....

Yet, stay wise to everything....

To start from scratch, one must begin.
The beginning now becomes the start.

The start is the beginning of one's own wealth.
The wealth you start, one must reinvest in themself.

The circle of life has started or has re-begun
Through this circle you shall accomplish things

With accomplishment brings balance one's life
Find the true meaning of prosperity

Prosperity in life consist of 3 equal things in life
God, Family Life and hard work,
they must stay balanced.

Things will then begin to come easy to you
You will find true happiness and wealth

You will find your purpose in life!!!

‪#‎unity‬ ‪#‎peace‬ ‪#‎love‬

Windblown trees,
without their leaves...

Like a skelaton,
dangling in the wind...

One will see life,
as one will see death...

As the sun hits the air,
leaves appear out of nowhere...

Yet the bones,
will only turn to dust...

A tree of life,
yet death hangs close...

We only have only one life,
to live,
to give,
to take....

To carry feelings,
of love,
of care,
of compassion...

To have meaning,
to be honest,
to be trustworthy,
to be truthful.....

To provide security.....
To guide...
To teach...
To inspire...
To motivate...

Easier said than done....

I hate the say "Life wasn't meant to be easy"
It becomes a mindset for some and then an excuse......

Life is what you make it....
Life can be easy....
Life can be hard...

It is controlled by your attitude towards life....

So, if you want to make it hard,
it will be hard.....

So, if you want to make it easy,
it will be easy.....

Your life is up to you and no one else...

i have a pitbull named muffin
          a cat named cat
          a gold fish that i thought was a piranha
         and a bird that wouldn't shut up

muffin and cat, fight everyday
i'm scared of that fish, i heard they eat people
and that ******* bird, it won't shut up

muffin and cat has torn my house apart
the fish bowl stinks
and there's bird feed everywhere

what am i to do
i'm now half insane
should i get a wife
to drive me insane

The days of summer
are now in our past

Times to remember
That went by so fast

The girl you met
That took your heart

The times you laughed
and now your apart

All of my fiends
We had so much fun

With our girls and cars
It was our world

We sit back and think
of that time we had

Wanting those days over
Of that life that we once had

Crimson eyes in moon lit skies
Feeling of gray makes my day

Desire for depression leads to pain
Manipulation is your only game

Signs of fright are why you fight
Feelings of love you can not instore

Loneliness is see in yours eye's
With tears of passion for a life

Confusing ways with confusing lies
One day I hope you can open your eye's

Look through the people who see me.

Through their eyes and into their mind,
of a person that I maybe.

If you hate me,
you may think I'm a criminal.

If you don't know me,
you may want to be me.

If you like me,
you could be my friend.

If your my friend,
you could see me as a clown.

If you love me,
you may know me.

If you look in my eyes,
you will see passion.

But if you care,
I will always be there.

What does one think of when one writes
They then post their thoughts on this site

I see love poems that are so complete
I see poems of heart ache that will make you weep

I see poems of break up with spit on the screen
I see read of anger from someone in pain

I see lonely poems from times of the past
I see poems of madness that comes from the dark

I see complicated poems just like math
I see fashionable poems that come from scratch

I see people who write about their life
I see people who write about their guiding light

I read about hills, stars and rain
I read about forgiveness from the insane

I read about additions from live's of haste
I read about a loves one who have past

Children, family, feeling poems
I could keep going on but it would never end

Things we write are things we feel
We always write to keep our sanity real

My pain is self chosen
Which I look for daily

I dream about it at night
And always need it

I can't live without it
As I inject pain daily

The warmth is overbearing
As tears flow from my eyes

I sometimes drop to my knee's
and nod off for hours

My friends then wake me
And ask me why

All I can say
Is I love killing myself

What is considered pain

Feelings of being cut with a knife
or is it being stabbed in the heart
with emotions

Is it losing a loved one
or missing a real friend

Is it the feelings of no one caring
or just being alone

Does it come in times of darkness
or is it day by day

Can it be rationalized
or does it stay

This thing of pain
It must be great

I hear everyone talk about
It seems like it stays

I'm sorry to joke about it
But I'm in pain

I have nothing to give
No reason to stay
No reason to live

Love and hate
Get it wrong
She'll cut me down to size

I sleep the day
To let it fade

Who is there
To take her place

No one knows
Never will

Mostly me
But mostly you

There's no blame
Only shame

When you beg
You just complain

The more I come
The more I try

Paranoid inside
So's the future

From the time I was 10,
I was taught to be a man....

I was told never take life for granted,
and to remember the 10 commandments....

I was told playing was for children,
yet this left me bewildered.....

I was told I needed a wife,
in order to have a great life....

I was told I needed children,
to fulfill my stability.....

I was told never to cry,
and to never act shy....

I was told to be a man,
I had to make a stand...

Work was what I was taught,
for a life that I sought....

Where is my wife...
Where are my children...

Never had either or...
But what a great life...

Did my time past....
Was my life that fast....