I can go a day without the sound of the wind,
I can go so many hours without the sound of the birds in the sky. I can go a day without the sound of the cars or kids playing outside.
I can go so many days without seeing my friends, family members and I will still survive.
But one person I can't go a day without is you.
You are my everything.
I love you .

Every human was born to be uncomfortable.  
We were made to adapt to change.
When you accept the comfortability ,
That's when you stop growing.
In your mentally and in your faith,
Always get out in your comfort zone.
Break out of your comfort zone,
Grow up.  Read a new book.
Learn a new course,
Learn a new good habit.  
If you want success,  you have to break the zone.
In order for you to get better,wiser & stronger.  
It's time,  Let's go get it .
Dreamchasers !!!!!

It's all about the filter
And not personality.
It's all about the cake make up ,
And not the true beauty.
It's all about the wcw
All about the body shape,
Promoting beauty
Looking like a product.
No longer human,
not advertising the mind.
Hair hair everywhere from
Brazilian
to Indian
Comparing who rocks it best.
Looking like mermaids with seaweed dye on it,
It's all about a cool dance , dumb lyrics and a hot beat ,
Not real music about life
Just a free promotion of ****, money and *******.
Making the world go crazy.
Believing this is the way life is,
Get high or die.
It's all about social media and not putting the phone down to enjoy nature.
The outside , has now become the phone.
All about linking up but not wanting a relationship
Just a friend with benefits.
Hiding our heart in our sleeves.
Not expressing our feelings .
We are trying to impress the world
When truly a bit of us dies every minute.
We are being judged by the social media
Twerking,
Doing the fire challenge.
And tryna beat everyone in the dumbest challenge,  just so we can get new followers , retweets and praises.
Instead of reading a book and learning something new.
Or trying to achieve our dreams.
We're not even working hard no more.
We are becoming slaves to the media.
That we don't seem to realise , that we lost our identity.
We were made original but most of us are dying as a copy of another. We no longer have our unique colour.
We are all blending in.
Smoking marijuana because it's cool and you will be accepted by the society.
But what happened to being ourselves?
Being loud
Being funny
Being caring
Or taking our time to show affection to one another.
We are no longer happy with the reflection we see in the mirror.
We are losing ourselves,  
We've become so lazy.
We're not inspired no more.
Or respected
We are so focused on living the now ,
with no idea how that will affect us tomorrow.
But at the end of the day, we must remember that most of the people we try and please . Will not be there , in your times of need and pain. Or bury you . Why??because we have become the lost generation. 2014.  It's time to wake up!

Maybe, you didn't want to raise me in poverty.
But, sitting around waiting to win the lottery is not my idea of trying.
I know it's hard to understand when you're to busy crying.
What did I do that was so wrong?
I wanted to cry, but had to be strong.
And I hope one day it hits you, that I will never forgive you.
I guess you just don't know how much it hurt.
Pants always to big, and to small were my shirts.
Hair unwashed, face covered in dirt.
You didn't even care just lied said you were unaware. you said you had no clue of what he continued to do.
And you, you stayed his slave.
But not I, I was brave.
© copyrighted *Nicole Ann Osborn

Love,
scary and beautiful
painful yet pleasing
so many emotions
im yours for the keeping.
So confusing
and so unreal
By your side
my wounds start to heal.
I love your kisses
I love your touch
sometimes I think I care
a little too much.
My heart is yours and yours is mine
this poem is coming to an ending
but our love will conquer time.

The mother screaming in pain,
the fathers sarcastic laugh,
the smell of petrol and burning skin.

The inferno is rising
"Run little one, run, live for
me”, and away she went.
Watched the inferno consume,
her mother and that man.

Buried under the ashes,
memories still fresh as ever.
A small house stands, where
her life ended.

A couple fighting and screaming,
a little child crying.
Will history repeat itself?
And leave another child orphaned?

My best friend,come with me.
Let us live our fantasy.
Let us fulfil each other pleasures.
My king,
I promise to always be there,
Just like Timon and pumbaa
Your heart, is mine and I will never leave your side.
My love
I won't judge you no matter what,
The door to the past is shut.
They say when one door closes,
A window is opened to smell the roses.
come with me,
I'll show you what its like to be free.
Let's express our love to the world.
The growth of this sensual feeling we share.
Is like platinum it never rust
Just hold my hands and see the world with my eyes.
Our love will never die.
No one can divide us.
For you are my king , my one and only Charming,
These feelings are alarming!

I can't believe I'm falling so hard,
Living on the other side of the earth .way more than a yard.
I'll be here just waiting for your embrace
When we meet face to face.
To feel safe from the world around,
And so we can finally be crowned!
We can walk side by side as King and Queen.

I'll always be your miss tea, your pumbaa and friend in need.
With you I'll always feel so valued.
Tea or queen, I don't care.
Call me anything, as long as I'm your baby.
If paradise is what your looking for, well I got it in me , as long as you are with me , my king.