Its like a play in the threatre.
Its physical, almost real.
You could almost touch it,
The emotions, the indecisions
My life is a play that goes on forever
The end result so close
Yet forever out of my grasp.
                                                                       Umesi_jnr

Today, the sun exploded.
With a fiery gasp, it let its last,
The sun exploded.
And in a picturesque moment for a micro second, nobody knew.
People left for work, and were angry about the wrong kind of milk in their latte's because nobody knew that the sun exploded.
For a brief time things were okay
Because nobody knew this was the last day
Before the sun exploded.

You are difficult to love. Not only because I am not good at loving but also because you are quite unlovable.

Fervently she hoped for the best,
Her confused mind,
Becoming even more so.
Life turns tough,
As a new day brings a new obstacle.
But she will live,
She has to.
A day will come when she is strong,
Strong enough to face the ever changing world.

i think it's hard to be friends or lovers with a writer. here's why:

1) you have to be careful of what you say, because the writers mostly take every word of yours literally and try to find the meaning in it. say what you mean, and mean what you say.

2) you also have to be wary of your grammar. those people, whom you know as writers, are grammar nazis. if they don't correct you in speech, fret not; it has been done in their word-mazed minds.

3) they will rant and rant and rant, because written words are what cool them off without having them to speak aloud. curse words, words which carry a tune, words which burn into brains... hear them out. do not be lazy to read their rants if they trust you with it. (they could rant about you TO YOU in the end.)

4) this is the hardest part. just remember that they will write about you no matter who you are or what you've done (or maybe you haven't even done anything). these people will write about how they see you. and most of the time, those writings are not so favorable. if you do not want to (literally) end up in their bad books, beware. their words may not last in ink forever but embedded into the hearts of those who read them.

happy reading and living with a reader!

Y'all ever have two good choices?
When choice one is awesome
And choice two is awesome
but you can't choose one
but you can't choose two
So you're stuck debating on which one to choose
And you have to choose in a day
But you're as indecisive as a mosquito
So you're just like .............
And choice one is waiting on you to choose him
And then choice two is waiting on you to choose him
But really they're both so good and I both like them
But I just can't choose

My child is neither broken nor stupid in any way,
What you take for anger is their way to vent frustration
At that which escapes them on any given day.

My child is my baby I don't care what you think or say,
Having kind words spoken instead of a scream or shout.
It,s better for there understanding than words not shouted
Out, but explained for them to so they understand what
The question, explanation is all about.

My child may be not your child but never call them broken
Or stupid, know that my child will learn, but in a different
Way from which you were taught.