What is my name? In many lives I reign and countless lives I have drained even though they try to abstain, I can be a hell of a strain, What is my name?

People will rise me very high, even the richest try to justify by putting me on a pedestal knowing I'm the biggest lie. Who am I ? Can you exclaim my name.

I'm called fame because by any means I'm attained and for that reason I'm also called a low down ***** shame.

For lives I do disrupt and I can be quite abrupt, so I'm labeled Corrupt. Now when you attempt to succeed I will send people with speed just to impede. So I'm called Greed.

As well as mistrust, making countless relationships go bust. I make you covet each other's soul mates, I'm called Lust.

You see, I will work for you like a Jinn, make your wishes come true then bring you to an abrupt end because I'm not your friend, I'm simply here to do you in.

Only The Holy Bible calls me by my true name. Now what is my name???
S.I.N.

Oh darling, learn to thank the rain.
Let it crash, soak, and pour.
Don't ask it to go away; don't beg it to be tame.
For it is through the storms that you learn:
We need the water to bloom and be more.

Every morning is a chance at a new day.
It’s never a bad life but a bad day.
Appreciate every seizure-free day. great feeling of rising post every fall.

Life's perkier focusing on what truly matters.
Each day may not be seizure-free,
There’s but, something good everyday.

I don’t live once.
Instead I die once.
I live every day.
I’ve been broken.
I’ve been hurt.
I’m however still alive.

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Be a lamp in the dark and gloomy night.

For the lost souls, a beacon of light. It's

So easy to go wrong instead of right. So

Many are full of terror and fright, on their

Woeful plight in the night. So stand like a champ,

As the world is becoming a concentration camp.

Turn up the amps and be a Heavenly Lamp.

Shine bright, guide them to the light.

how far must she travel
to rediscover
her purpose
her purpose
what a preposterous concept

neither rest nor return
are purpose

neither love nor hate
are purpose

neither this nor that
so then what
what is it
what is the answer
to this unquantifiable question

perhaps it rests
in the caverns of her dreams
in the caverns of her subconscious
synesthetic
mind
seeing colors for numbers
and mango puddles in the rain

it was always her imaginative spirit
that activated her forehead
which wrinkled with the tides of
hurt pain sadness glory god

and she was told
to soften that sternness
soften it until she was nonexistent

but instead she asked
what are these things
what are their purpose
besides drinking foreheads and wringing potential
and piping out excuses for this and for that
for crimson activities and
claret affairs

This is the story of Joe he was all aglow, love to put on a show and whatever he did he did like a pro.

One day he was feeling low said life was moving to slow, he felt he needed to grow and make more dough.

So he tiptoed to the sto came back with a kilo of blow, pure snow and hell soon followed.

He felt on top of the world until he met Pearl such a beautiful girl. Much to his suprise she was the Devil in disguise.

The man didn't have a prayer, his life turned into a nightmare, she made him his best customer

She turned his life into a movie thriller full of snakes, wolves, gangsters and killers.

He went from all aglow to full of woe. He started pacing the floor because he needed to score. So she took him to get a play but in rushed the D.E.A.

What Joe didn't know, he had become the prey. You see, they were planning on putting an end to his days, I guess The Lord do work in Mysterious Ways.

Now that mess, Joe let go and good seeds he's starting to sow. Instead of the night he see a beautiful rainbow and basking in the afterglow.

So if you want it fast and you want to stray off that straight and narrow path take it from Joe, don't go. You could be lead through the wrong door and be no more.

When I told you I missed you,
and you said,
"It's only been two days".

When I wrote paragraphs,
And exhausted breaths,
Explaining to you,
How much I REALLY liked you,
And you didn't say anything back.

All the times you outright ignored what I said,
As if you couldn't hear me,
And just smothered me with a kiss, instead.

Remember that.

I'm happy I'm out,
But the memories of me staying around,
Begging for your attention are what haunt me.

That's the tricky thing about relationships,
Not knowing what's temporary or permanent,
Because the good memories never go away,
No matter how old they are,
They can feel so recent,
Because we can always relive them.

But always remember,
Just because a person deserved you in the past,
Doesn't mean they will deserve you forever.
Just because they kiss you,
Doesn't always mean they like you.