Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.

This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.

Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.

The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.

This world is falling down
while our generation is growing up,
living in this earth
but without knowing what's going on.

Politics has become a war,
taking the earth and the seas
There's no longer a place
where you can be in peace.

Economy is a problem
appearing in the News feed
It is always in people's mind,
but the desperation won't let them succeed.

Stereotypes have been created by humanity
and they have destroyed  
that thing we used to call
freedom and liberty.

Everybody argues
about those themes,
but no one takes a big fight
and win for the equality.

Tick Tock on the world's clock,
the time is ending.
What will happen troughout the years
if this mess no one is attending?

Your looks can never narrate who you are

Your actions speak louder than words

But words express what the mouth cannot pronounce

We people
We are capable of loving because we are made by love
So we speak love, do love
And live like love completely
We never really needed a pen to write it,
We can actually speak it..

If you really love someone
A love true all the way through
Love will never die
It doesn't fade away
If it's a real love
You will love them for all of time
Long after you die
Your love will live on

Love is a mystery
Hard to hold
Sometimes you think its love
When really it's a joke
You'll know when it's real love
Because it makes your past love look like an elementary school crush

Love isn't about words
It's actions
If you love someone
Show them

Love will last through all the ages
You can't get rid of love
Emotions make us who we are
Embrace your love
And who you love
Your love will last for all of time
**Because love will never die

my body
does not belong
to me
so stop
treating my actions
like my own

Words are hollow shells
breaking under weight of the
actions, rarely bold.

How do you determine the worth of a man?

Is it measured in accordance with the dollars he's made,
The places he's been,
Or in the beds he's laid?

Does it correllate with the amounts of shoes he possesses,
The cars he drives,
Or the clothes in which he dresses?


To society these things may amount to much
But his worth is measured by the amounts of hearts that he's managed to touch

The people he's helped up when fallen down
The amount of smiles he's been able to transpire from a frown

A man's worth isn't a material thing,
It's an outward manifestation of the amount of joy that he brings