As I walk
along these
empty chances
of broken dreams
Sometimes
its best to leave
should there be pieces
for me to pick up.
And yet you sweep
even the tiniest debris
that I too
so shall time
can never mend
your crumbled
broken heart.
But that's alright
albeit, no matter -
how blind am I
nor how you're done
with love,
Am a stubborn soul
with an improbable luck
aiming still
shooting uncertain
these broken arrows
in the dark.

It is better to try and fail,
Better to give it your best shot,
Than it is to let fear prevail,
To scupper the chance you have got.
To be afraid is natural;
Fears are real let us not forget.
But what you should fear most of all
Is a whole lifetime of regret.

All those chances you did not take,
Opportunities slipped away,
Those changes you chose not to make
Because you let fear rule the day.
But you can change in the future,
Many chances will come your way.
And even if you are unsure
Feel the fear, Do it anyway!

I took a pass on how risky love was,
and take the easy road
that was laid upon me...

Then I realize
i miss some chances
on happiness
just to
shape-up a future
that will always be uncertain...

Our cold bodies warmed at each others touch. We danced in the sadness of the night, under the hot lights. Our souls interlaced. Coated with love, without any space. Your fingers memorized each string of hair on my head. the ***** pavement was our favorite resting place. you smelled of cigarets and mint. the ashtrays littered the vibrant grass. paper thin chances we had to survive. oh our luck was so weak. our hopes were bare.

Yet you saved me from myself, even if you were dying.

I stood at the end of the universe
Waiting for the beginning of time.
Dangling my feet at the abyss where
everything that had shattered came back
together.

I stood at the end of time,
waiting for the beginning of the universe
and a second chance.

I create my freedom
From underneath the tree of life
Giving bountiful treasures and blessings to others
Like the soft, pink petals of a new flower
Refreshed with morning dew,
The cool, crisp air to breathe in another day.

My belief creates my experience
I believe in all good things
That have been created by God’s special works
Just for us, he loves us so much
He gave us the beauty of the morning.

I am attracted with a guy whom I met because of a friend.
I don't know but at first he seems so quiet.
But when I get to know him, he is so fun to be with.

I am attracted with a guy, I shouldn't feel this way.
I might get hurt.
I want to the the risk, but is it worth it?
Is it enough for me to get hurt?

I am confused.
Should I still like him?
Should I get close to him?
Should I let myself go with the flow?
Should I let myself fall in love again?

A perspective clouded
By false belief
Hope that is shrouded
By grief
A haven that is crowded
By the unfeeling
A person that is doubted
By a scar that is healing
A promise for what's ahead
By a man whose words are dead
And a child who has been hurt
But still believes

What's the point of everything ?
When you see the beauty of this world,
The stars, the galaxy,
Well the whole universe,
Whats the point of science and technology,
What's the point of all of it?
When we don't believe that there's God.
He's in our soul,
He's always on the lookout for all of us,
Showering His blessings upon us,
He has given us respect,
He has given us chances,
We have sinned,
We have gone astray from His path,
Still He is with us,
Giving and forgiving,
Thank God for what He's given us,
For there's nothing more precious than His love !