If I could, write down
One perfect word...

I would write down your name
Script or...in cursive
The meaning would all be the same

We just met, but I feel like
you and I have met before

Our chemistry, immediate bond
Keeps me waiting for a little more

I see your heart and honest smile
Are you an angel in disguise?

Your the best I never had
Your the greatest unopened surprise

I sit back, wonder...
What it be like to hold your hand

I sleep and dream about
the idea of being your man

Your everything I hope for
And everything I see

To this girl I just met
I believe in you
I want you too believe in me.

Two strangers, One moment
I wish this night would never end

Maybe we can fall in love?
Give me your heart
Let your love become my plan.

I can't make it
these pictures of you get my mind faded
And when I see you out, I recall our first date, that suddenly seems...outdated.
But  Am I the reason?
Why you changed from your self control?optimistic believing?
Why you meet men now and your first thoughts are ways of leaving...
I formed your demons
I created this monster
Of a woman who wants men to feel the pain that they so generously offer...
And feel the hits of lies that strike quick and leaves a golden heart somber
Yet, I  wonder,
If you think from time to time of the breathless kiss?
You see that was the action while the scene started in a bedroom of unconditional love, wild fire bliss
Ugh...
I hate that I missed!
Why am I still stuck? Why won't this stop!?
To all my people who endure hopeless love
Sit with me...lets take another unforgiven shot....lets take another unforgiven shot...


Take a shot for Me

I confess, I'm a victim of my own contradictions
I tell people to open they ears, when I barely ever listen
I rarely speak polite than go and say ask permission
And I'm always indecisive then go and say "make a decision"
I got demons, ones that prey on ya and attempt to cause havoc
Since I could touch the ground, I've been a walking born savage
My overpowering ways make BELIEVE anything I want I should have it.
The hardest part for me is to allow my heart to be free
When I believed I was leader, but leaders never flee
I know ya got questions about this simple message,
I should do better for my brother, stop making him so defensive
Show my two sisters a better man, one who's brave and comprehensive
And shows interest in your meaning so when you speak he is attentive
I apologize to my mama, when I bring you all the drama
And look at you as weak when you really gave me the armor
And showed me all the strength
And how impossible is really blank
And how happiness is more fulfilling than all the money in the bank
Let me talk you too, the person who looks at me as see through.
I'm not a prodigy, I'm a human and sometimes I just want you to ask me "How are thinks dude?" Listen to me and see me for more than just your business mistake...I broke the first car ride but overtime I grew strong. Pain can make you rise from the drops and allow you to handle the pressure and anything else it may take.

Then they ask if you're crazy?
hell yeah, Well, maybe..
Took a few shots to the chest but passion came in and resuscitated me.
I got this vibe, guess we all need a feeling, Maybe it was my angel's touch that finally got me healing...Maybe I'm built for disaster? Maybe I speak upon an forgiven matter? I keep trying to reachout, could it be this short ladder? Picture the moment you thought you found what it is you've been looking for...but how can you live a fulfilled life if you're morally poor?

My dear friends, was really good?
I know I come off misunderstood
I got some things on my chest I need to say if I could
Some of ya come off different, some others a lil distant, at times I don't wanna say stuff to you cause I'm afraid and slightly resistant
I have all the love for you and upmost respect, I just need ya to know the past the past, I have no regrets
I've slightly felt like an outsider and sometimes I will regress
And when I give you my all, it never feels like my best
I haven't been the greatest friend
So lets not play pretend, I apologize for that and hope that we can make amends. Imma stick with you homies from now till the end
This next is to my father, Who taught everything but not...sometimes I see you in my reflection, and wish the nightmares would just stop
One minute ill be cool, triggered, instantly I turn hot
This why I haven't had a relationship since the love of my life, called it quits and put it to a stop...
Too a way I've always been with women, family and friends
22 suicide letters to my angel I have sent
Never thought I applied to rules that's why my mind is all bent
This ignorant thinking, got me shrinking, so imma use confession to finally vent
I say "imma be a star" but doubt it 99 percent...feel I work so hard but barely put in what I get.
Sometimes I sleep on a dream wake up and say it's near, when the truth is I'm a little boy who still hides behind his fears.
I've heard I have so much drive but can barely turn, barely steer.
Crazy how your visual thinking isn't what it appears.

Use to worry about the views and worry about the follows
Now I'm tryna to share dark stories that could make the devil gulp and swallow
Cause the factor of my life is I never played nice
I choose to beat you all down with my temper and spite
I barely know what I do wrong and never see my rights
I love sitting in the dark, my soul is kinda afraid of the light
I'm sorry for my ways, I'm sorry for the older days, I'm sorry that I've changed, I'm sorry for my inconsistent phase
I'm sorry that I've been lost, I'm sorry I labeled all of you as a cost
I'm sorry my heart is an icebox and I pump blood made of frost.
I'm trying to practice what I preach, and learn what I teach.
In sorry to my grandfather I'll make it up to you when we meet.
So I guess it's true, that your experiences are your greatest lessons..I just had to let ya know...
These here are my final words and greatest confessions.

-Dougie simps

Sometimes he sits back and wonders if he's a born star? his intelligence mixed with creativity may take him very far...as He makes poems about his past, write songs about his scars…take a step into his footnotes and sit behind his painful bars.
Now He's afraid to speak to a woman who's simply a mirage
Who's beauty He created through his artistic collage,
Vogue was her blue eyes, Victoria Secret her hips and thighs, cover girl was her lips and atlas was was her mind..
Being a star, the perfect woman isn't to hard to find...but He wants no dime...just a beautiful woman He can call mine
With the uniqueness of the earth and the vocals of the sky!

"But I lie...because I'm no star and this is no woman of mine"

The phase of figmentation is the value of ones Imagination to create false pleasure in order to fulfill ones sensations of a woman who isn't real but helps formulate ones motivation
Of false hope and fictional love to make him less abrasive

He still could be a star even with these thoughts
Cause he stands for originality, and refuses to be bought
He thinks outside the box while he writes in his pad with a pen...
Because he writes down his first thoughts and erasing he doesn't commend.
Would show it all off but his friends just wouldn't understand
That he wants to be a star and wants them as his biggest fans

He wants to spread hope, he wants change a life, he wants the exposure so he could guide the lost through a guided light, he wants to open doors for the ones scared of the night, he wants the men to be gentlemen, all the women to be treated right.

Was he born to be a star? Very few people know,
But his values plus his motives seem to all think so
We watch as he grows..
He continues to find his stride
He believes he can be a star, he also believes everybody has a star...deep down inside.
(Snaps)

-Dougie Simps

Dear father*
Let me start my hatred for you must end now and begone
If it wasn't for your horrible ways this man today I would've never become
Nothing's wrong
I developed the ability to convert anger into beautiful songs
I'll never forgive you for what you've done
I'm just glad that you're gone
It's been so long
Since the last time ya seen ya boy
I'm a whole lot more outgoing now
Gave up on being koi
Eye contact with people I tend to still avoid but
I inspire the world now
Less hate and more joy
And I'm a strong man too
No longer a scared lil boy!

Father why!? Why the ******* create this hurt inside?
Why the ******* teach me how to run but never how to ride?
Why you make me cry?!
Why!!?
Do you understand the pain and anger you ******* put me through?
Do you know how it feels to look in the mirror and hate the other half of you!?
Butter knife thoughts is something nobody ever knew
Turned me into a insecure weak boy that everybody can see through!
The misery of a young confused beatdown child
Who covered his face with a mask and put up a fake smile
Who's soul is tame less and heart so wild
who ignores his good side so he blocks it with denial
Through my life I ****** up and poured out a lot of tears
Used liquor to heal my pain and replaced my blood with light beers.
Working hard to better myself but
becoming you is still my biggest fear!

I told my mother the past is gone and the good life is now in our sights
Told her imma fly us there so mama please hold on tight
Because you can be stuck in the dark for so long and feel you'll never see the light
I believe we can survive anything
You just need to believe in you and always prepare to fight!
Allow my story to strengthen you when you feel you have no might
We gotta climb the highest mountains when we say we afraid of heights!

So dear father I'm not you, you was just a part of my creation
At times I swear you aren't real just a figment of my imagination
No more frustration!
Nor Pretending, Anyone can survive hard times that's just the message that I am sending
The end is never close it always just the beginning, We're all winning!
So I know my journey has just begun!
Mom and I  are doing fine now and we're living well.
Oh yeah....P.s your only son

-Dougie simps

Who am I?*
Not sure..
I ask myself daily
Want to win so bad I lose focus and
End up failing
Comin up short and I know the
Road is just so long
Lost sanity as a child
Guess my mind has been so gone
I'm wrong,  you right
I finally get a grip and understand
Drawing up a blueprint
Yet no one understands my plans
What else is there to accomplish?
The stresses of a driven man
Friends are temporary but forever is god music and my fam
God called I didn't pick up so he left a message
Told me to purify my heart, treat others with respect and stop being so aggressive
It Felt like religion class except I actually understood this lesson...the people in my life who lend out advice are more then just a blessing.
Thank you haters for all the hate
The fake woman who I thought it was faith
And my illusions that make up my dreams And this peaceful world it allows me to create
I wanna tell my angel to keep following me, never let the devil take over in what I believe
and show the strength Jesus endured when thy made our savior bleed
and don't ever let me fall down...never...not even on my knees
Heal the world of all the anger and murderous disease
And stop society quickly, for slowly they are making our world decease
Allow the thought of prayer in peoples mind to increase
And watch my every step please don't stop looking over me.
and help me spread love from sea to shining sea..
And help me find a woman wholl love me and promise she won't leave,
Unlock my heart with the key and set my tameless soul free..
Too the Father, son, the holy spirt I beg you lord ..amen ..this is my finally plea.
Forgive me for all my sins
And please don't give up on me.
For without your power is like no air i just couldnt breath.
Allow my body to be one with the earth just don't send me far beneath...
Lift me up with the stars, allow me to fly the world under my feet.
You tell me to follow the signs but there so many different roads so many different streets
I'm terrified to choose wrong. Angel, but with you alongside I shall not fear defeat.
this man in the mirror is the only person I ever known the only person in who I need to learn to beat

-Dougie simps

(Train Leaving)*
After 23 years, I finally stepped up to the mic...
Exposed my hidden messages of a pad that holds my life...
Speaking all about my problems,
and how I tend to solve em...
a past that shows a little boy who resents the reflection of his father.
Some would call me crazy, others maybe weird..but I can't listen to your judgement since honesty is what makes things clear...I separate myself...seems alone time helps me most...a solo mind with his thoughts
Helps him write his best quotes...
An odd type of man who lives for the excitement of gods plan,
Was once a young kid, who felt the cold life in his hands...
Speaking wit permission
Causes society not to listen..
But if I create a work of art..
Will society potentially be a witness?
will they believe everything they hear on a deceiving television? (Idk)
I just Give love to the hated...
Humble down the overrated...
Bring back spirit into the potential...
Send a prayer to the outdated...*
Allow the thought of a good heart
To bring happiness and true belief
Give a helping hand to the fallen..
Don't treat others as if they are beneath..
A black pen can send a message and open up so many possibilities..
Is society truly crazy? Or do we need to learn how to embrace the little things?
Unleash a humans true ability to become "non ignorant" and turn hostility into tranquility.
I still stay prayed up, and believe in the good of humanity
I see change in faces, a flower blooming in a *** full of insanity,
And if I couldn't move, I ask...would you stop and carry me? Or would you let me die and leave me here alone?
This here is my first train of thought...and my last ride home.

- Dougie simps #lostlove
#SecretMessage

Love!
Love, you sweet, intangible, terrible thing, making a fool out of us mere human beings
Oh, how happy we are to dance and sing about such a tragic, horrible thing.
Sappho, Carton, Phaedra, you-- please pray for my poor soul to make it through
Inner eye, common sense, don't be misled by the rose-colored lens!