There is always something that goes on in the mind
Sometimes something goes on at the back of mind
Sometimes something goes on in the mind with the present moment in time.
There is always something that goes on in the mind.

Engaged is the mind
Engaged in thoughts of own
Occupied with thoughts of own.

Examining the present and ascertaining the future remains a part of life, since there is always something that goes on in the mind.

Sometimes knowingly
Sometimes unknowingly
There is always something that goes on in the mind.

Whatever that something might be
One thing one must always remain sure of
One must always think positively
One must remain in a positive frame of mind irrespective of the past, present and even when it comes to dealing with an uncertain future.

There is always something that goes on in the mind, but then let that something be a positive thing in your life.

I shouldn't be telling you
that I think you're beautiful,
or that I think of you more often than I would like to admit.
And I shouldn't tell you that I must have read every single line 500 times.
I shouldn't say that I think you're perfect,
or that you make my heart flutter.
I shouldn't let you know that I look forward to seeing your name in my inbox.
I shouldn't say that I have never seen anybody radiate grace quite the way you do.
I shouldn't tell you that I fell asleep last night,
thinking of you.

If you can be poor with someone, you are rich.
If your well is dry, you are the bridge.
If you can go with them with nothing, you are something.
If together you chase your true calling, you can stop running.

-Gloraeanna

I feel you into water
I feel you into air
In unknown a time of process
I want to be with you.

I do everything for you
Just gain your love with you
But you left your behind nothing
Because you are not worthing.

Happened to me on a street corner
on either a late night or an early morning.
It took a wallet full of cider, a charity of spirits,
a shared packet of ****** and the smell of glue.
Not the cheap stuff, the glue for models,
and they look alright, right? right man?

The night left me outside my head, with my thoughts,
I had a handful of anti-headaches.
We nearly bled out last time we admitted all our mistakes,
my friend, who always ends a night with a head
on my shoulder, snotting up my collar,
hiccuping up frag grenades,
**** and apologies.

I write these words because they make me something.
For in real life, I am nothing.

She believes that she is nothing.
Yet you tell her she is not.
She holds on to that believe
and ties it around her waist.
Maybe if you tell her enough
you’ll pull her out of the deep.
And she’ll she the light above
that surrounds her when she believes
that she is something.

The more you push me up
The more I'll go down

The more you want me to be white
The more I'll turn brown

The more you press me in
The more I'll want to go out

The more you pressure me,
The more I'll eat it all in and slowly build up the tension and explode

The more you expect something from me
The more I disappoint you

The more I think about everything,
The more I slowly **** myself

I turn to say hello to you,
and you to away,

I turn to say hello to them,
they look the other way,

I try to say something, to anyone,
as everyone has gone away,

I may be a nobody to a somebody
I may be a nothing to that something
I may be that little ant to that big elephant
I may be a servant to that monarch
But,all I know is that someday....
I will be a somebody
I will be a something
I will be a big elephant
I will be a monarch
I will soon prove that SOMEDAY I will be a SOMEONE.