Why does quitting have negative connotation
I am drowning mentally
Yes, other people have been in my spot
Yes, others have surpassed my position
I want to quit not because I can't do it
But because if I do
I'll loose myself for nothing
No one will be satisfied
Including myself
I am only 19
And I pray for my death at least 5x a day
Just so I wont be classified as a quitter

Let,
The smoke go to your brain,
Even though,
We're told,
It only fills our lungs,
Cuz you just wanted fun,
For a night,

And now,
Your obsession growls,

While you try,
Not to let,
It,
Engulf you.

If you really
Want me
In your life,
Put me there.
I shouldn't be
Fighting for a*  spot.

It means that
Maybe
*You don't need me.

Gone.
For the moment I was gone.
But the colors would not let me fade away.
No matter how hard I tried I could not dream in black and white.

Forgotten..
I tried to make myself forget..
But the voices would always remind me..
They spoke during beautiful moments of music and ambient thought.

My shadows..
My shadows would continue to write even when I was gone..
They wrote on the darkness of my soul leaving behind words of light..
They answered for me even when I was gone..

I saw my hands begin to glow when I read that my Lightcycles were still filling up with souls.  Even when I was gone my shadow and Miss B saw this through.  My shadow was out building Lightcycles taking new and old souls across the cosmos.. To meet up with Destiny!  I will soon catch up to my shadow and become one once again.. Storm blue horizons, lightning rider, thunderchase dreams Ill see you soon! The green rider will give me a ride.. (S.F.C)

I open my eyes to see my dying dragon.. Dragon eyes welcome me back..  She stands up once again and spreads her silver wings.. With a mighty roar she lifts her body up into the black cloud sky.. Her wings create thunder.. She roars to the cosmos! Im sure you heard her BigM!

On this night a knight picked me up.. Told me to keep going.. to keep fighting..  I thank this knightnight..

And to the LovelyLo! Ill come back strong for you..  You are my poetry

The only time you realize you're addicted to something is when you try to quit it.

tell me why
          you wouldn't look me in the eyes
tell me why
          he denied he grabbed me in between my thighs
tell me why
          you wouldn't bother to TRY to tell me that

I COULDNT HAVE ASKED FOR IT AT 12 YEARS OLD.

this is the fear that paralyzes me daily.
this is the fear I have fought to take away.
a fear you will NEVER understand.

and that is why I say: PLEASE do not minimize my pain because
you
have
the
privILEGE
      


                   of not experiencing molestation yourself.

The feather pen lifted from the page and, finally, he had written his last. He wanted no thunderous applause or any awards of gold and gems. Neither did he desire to be immortalized in the pages of history for countless generations. Overwhelming admiration is, well, just that: overwhelming. As his works were printed and sold all throughout the land for lords and dukes and earls and even the king himself he knew what he had to do.

He sat up from his creaky chair and gave his work one long lasting gaze before shuffling to the main entrance.
Donning a large coat, scarf, hat and walking stick he picked up the sack he packed throughout the week and slung it over his shoulder. He gave a sad look over his home before passing through the doorway and onwards to the highway.

They say he can still be found if you follow the tears he shed along that road...