There's this guy I've met
And he's nice and lovely,
He's warm and fuzzy,
And very lovely.

We're together, I think
And it's very sweet,
He holds my hand
And kisses my cheek.

"I like you." He said
And that was exciting
His affection, addictive
And very inviting.

Fancies me, I know
And turns me on,
When he touches,
It wont take me long.

Wore his top, I did
And it was cutesy,
Kissed my neck,
And pinched my *****.

There's this guy I've met
And he's nice and lovely,
He's warm and fuzzy,
And very lovely.

Sleep relieved my brain from duty
The darkness clouded my mind
And then
In the world of my subconscious
A dream emerged
You...
Me...
We were joking around
Me flirting in a way that I'd never have the guts to
You smiling and laughing
Then we got close...
So close...
You kissed me in a way I've never been kissed before.
A way that sent shivers down my spine
I awoke and touched my fingers to my unkissed lips.
And reality struck me hard.

Life; an opportunity where unexpected possibilities become a reality.
Or at least that is how I like to think about it.

What are you a "Glass half empty or half full" kind of person?  
Well I'll tell you I'm neither, or so I like to think.
I am more about being grateful that I even have a glass to begin with.
I have the opportunity to choose whether I want to perceive my glass as half empty or half full.

That's the great thing about being given the choice,
You are able to go through these unique and overwhelming experiences that mold who you are
Or who you will be in the future.
What more could you ask for, than a simply opportunity to form your own opinion?

I am grateful for the glass
It is life in its self,
Ready to be half full with the memories a person experiences
Or become half empty with the experiences a person will go through

Now tell me what are you pessimistic or optimistic?
Half Full or Half Empty?
There is no right answer just the honesty of how our view of life has molded our perception of a
Vague Question!

So...Life
The opportunity were we can find ourselves.

We all wish for the same basic things
There are those who try to climb ahead,
and then there are those who wait and accept what they are going to get through being dismissive

Glowing lights
Millions of lightbulbs being ****** to the ground
The timeless space that is life awakens
Black consumes the walls,
but sparks of this light appear in the distance
Lost hope seems but a moment away
The night is cold,
wind hits, but windows block it out
even with the constant battering of their screens

Satchel in hand,
I embrace the rain, and the wind
The light,
and the black walls
I climb ahead
one foot in front of the other I walk
then I begin to run fast
Running past lights that blur out of vision

I am running into streets that go on and on
they are black, but there is no worry
only fools worry about running into something that isn't there

The water Is wide, white as ******* eyes. And I stand at the road pleading to god to see headlights.                              

Stand cold and shivering. Insecurity, Center dividers and purgatory.    

This is what we know and it wont change anytime soon.                                  

My cup runneth over.

Our Armories,                                                                                            

We are all just mirror images, ugliness clearer then your eyes laid shut while you’re tossing and turning at night.

Its all pain seeping through wires, in my veins and onto my skin.

The pain, It fills me up. Fills me up like this waitress fills my coffee cup.

I pray to god you make it wine, sweater to the tongue.

And if this may pass, god grant me the power to see past insecurities.

And this may pass please throw away all my ***** bed sheets.

This is the differences between cancer and divorce.

This is your soundtrack to a ****.

This is your abandoned song.

Breath cancer and bend your own will.

floor boards open up
allow me to fall through
close back up behind me

they will not know I am gone
I will not know either

I will not dream, only sleep
until it is safe to come out

when the floor opens up
the light of a new world will wake me
and everything will be okay

every time I breath Its like I'm taking a puff,
different day same danm stuff,
got my kush to keep it tuff.
need that push when **** gets ruff,
In my vein I crave her name takes my sorrow takes my shame,
Miss my girl ms.Mary Jane got me ******* on her chain.
Kinda holdin barley sain How I do it through this rain,
used to kikit all day long all thass  left this gay *** song.

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at first things were great with my mom and my dad
she should have stayed best she could have had.,
most would call it shallow to leave be on  your own,
not some tantrom all around disaster
day by day a year matured faster
I was only nine helping mamma cross the line,
child support goes for my stepbrothers fine.
maybe when he was my age he belonged in a love cage,. 10 His own mind rage,.
but sneakin out at night for some hood fight !  back to 21 remember  that he died right.
only one who cried long my heart syed a new song,
never understood. cant we just get along?
yea you say a bad kid, as a parent not helpin had did..
with learning had hid,
hurting words created
    thats why my brother deflated...
mom I was good kid seain what was right never under stood you'd rather quit or split
You know I was you're hero you made me just some zero...
once was indepenent then boom the mind flent,
now your'e just insane controlled by cliffs chain,
but you know that I dipped along the way I tripped
one thing that I fell, atleast I'm out my shell
led out on the train achieved my life regain,


sorry that I hit him,
your hubby just was  cruel
as a lil Rhym he through me in the tubby
hit me with his bottles called me fat and chubby
beaming red eyes screaming  all night crys,
all on my own,
brother helped when I got thrown.      

even at four got pushed to the floor.... by the way just more to say
Once i hit twelve I ran for he door
Thid bad man for the rest of her life
she said yes to be his wife,
with his big ring knee on the floor
I just think 'Ding hells at the door...
      moms the baby inside screams save me

  plus her dad got out the knife he was crazy her whole life
by time i Got to ten my mind was in a den,.
every day was yelling,
      just be soft and sweet by telling,
I know you are just scared And once you really cared.
with your so called man,
the one with no life planned
  You see I left the road called far west
with out your'e hand I just want the best,
one day mom you wont see me
one day mom you'll be at rest..
cause that mess left bullets in your'e chest :'( </3

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