If anybody should be angry at the other its me,
angry at myself for the shame,
no need to point a finger or hide behind it,
not willing to call myself a failer
but i know i have failed.

Too ashamed to let everyone see me weeping,
not even myself from that mirror reflecting my loss back at me.

I was too proud,
believed in myself,
knew i was going to make it,
but no i failed,
and all it has done is to bring back my losses from the past.

To ashame to let the world see me,
i have locked myself away,
i cant even walk out of the house,
it feels like the whole world knows my loss.

Too proud,
too confident,
but now all my confidence has been washed away into the drain.

I am mostly ashamed for i failed to make my Mama proud.

I am not ashamed, that I love my Savior more then anything.
If you had walk in my shoes and seen the things that I have.
You as well would had made Christ your first love over everything.
For he is my Father, brother, Savior, Source of everything as well.
I am not a shame to say that I love my Living Savior very much.
More then the breathe that keeps me Living here on the earth.
More then the sun that keeps me warm, more then the food that I eat.
For I love him more then Life itself, for he is the one whom breathe life into me.
So without him I would not have been and yet he went to the cross for me.
So why wouldn't I love him and admit to all that he has done for me.

Romeo, oh Romeo
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
I friended you on Facebook an hour ago
and I saw you tweeted recently, so...

Romeo, oh Romeo
I can see you're location with these iPhone apps
And I e-mailed thee this route from Yahoo maps
so you should of been here, but perhaps...

Romeo, oh Romeo
I stare at your picture in utter torment
because you deleted my Myspace comment
I know! I'll text bomb your phone 'till ye repent!

Romeo, oh Romeo
They say stalkers should feel ashame'
Thy parents say I only have myself to blame
I say deny thy father, and...(oooh, I just Googled thy name)

I've killed that old flame
felt so ashame, I'm to blame
i left to pursue nothing
it kept me running
please, lend me something
a little bit of hope
for me live on and to cope

i wish i never killed you
left you there
    in the darkness's hue

Heartbroken people need love
We need to know what we did wrong
Why you left us there
Why you seem not to care
Am I the one to blame
For always feeling
Depressed and ashame
But one thing we want you to know
Well always care and never let you go

“Immigrant” has somehow become a bad word.
When to me immigrants are the people who fight to be heard.
They are the people who are ignored,
The people who work hard without reward.
They’re not back until after dusk and leave the house before dawn,
They’re not just the people who mow your lawn.

People will discriminate,
But I’m proud of from where I originate.
With rich culture that in which the word “ashame” does not exist.
In this so called “country of the free” we will resist.
We will join with others to make our bruises known
For we won’t stay quiet while being disowned

You are God’s Art Work. When you understand this; you understand the importance of being and the importance and beauty of another’s being.
Imagine a child of any age, with his or her coloring pencils drawing on a piece of paper. Tongue stuck out, eyes focused and every mark in its place. The yellow is where he or she wants it, there’s just enough blue and every line and dot in the background makes that child’s art work complete. It took some time, but it was worth it. This child is so proud of his or herself, sitting back gazing at his or her creation, knowing that he or she will never create this one masterpiece ever again. Can you feel that child’s joy, that child’s love for his or her creation?
Now, imagine another child with only one black flat tip marker, with only two strokes in only two seconds ruin the first child’s creation before he or she was able to show it to anyone. Can you feel that child’s pain, that child’s anger?
You are God’s Art Work. And every Man, Woman and Child should be treated as such.
Every scar you made on another Man, Woman or Child was a mark on one of God’s many Great Masterpieces (if you never done so, I congratulate you and ask you never feel this shame). This is how wrong our world is. You should feel ashame to have another bare the mark of your rage and even worse if you bare the mark of another because of your own wrong way of living. This is not a hard task but it must be dealt with where the problem begins. It begins with you. If you have a thought, an idea, the feeling or if someone is pushing you to hurt or harm or even dislike anyone in any manner at any time, you should have the wisdom and compassion to know that this is wrong, that this is not right and want to resolve the matter of not; the difference of the other person, but why I feel this way towards them.
Now, imagine a world with no man made scars created in anger or dislike. Can you see a World with no war, a World with no animosity toward one another Worldwide…a World without one man made bruise in anger toward another? That world can be, just by respecting...God’s Art Work.

Is Museum Art more important than God's?

When world becomes a mere place where we fear for life every seconds
When life becomes only lump of flesh and bones with no feelings in it
When human become scant creature of no second thought on humanity

Today when massive plots are drawn not to settle disputes
Instead to **** the brotherhood among the two
Today when pitty mishaps are not forgiven for the mean time
Instead taken as a matter of revenge

Where one has started fetting satisfied on others failure
Where one has started seeing happiness in others pain
Where one has started seeing gain in others life
Where one has started feeling contented on others blood

There we see terror and pain all over

Little kids have started to lose their future at an early age
Young girls have started losing their honor as ashame
Old parents have started being all alone with no desire to live

Lives are taken as easy as a cup of tea now
People are burnt as easy as litting a fire on hay
Humans are shot as easy as playing a toy pistol

Morality,Humanity,Honor,Love,Respect henceforth barely survives
Torment of mind and heart seeks some peace now
If you can't be the reason behind their life you can't even take one
Earn some humanity if not have some mercy.

you don't have to be the most beautiful girl,
to prove that you fit in,
you don't have to be conscious of your belly or your big *** arms,
you don't have to cut your hair for a reason that inlvoves him,
you don't have to have all the things in the world,
you don't need all that makeup for your acne or unperfect skin,
you don't have to shave your hairy arms and legs just because society thinks it's gross,
i think it's beautiful it shows us how much unique we are,
you don't have to hide your legs because you think it's big,
you don't have to be ashame about your stretch marks,
or your uneven skin tone,
you don't have to worry about what other thinks about you,
you are not pretty but you're are beautiful,
inside and out,
you are smart,
you are amazing,
brilliant,
wise,
gorgeous,
you are everything that you chose to be.
never let one thing ruin your life,
be the one who chose to walk on the path that he/she wants,
be the one who is incredibly different,
flaunt yourself,
it's your personalized flag that is limited edition and will never be stolen by any other creature in this world.