Let go your ego's, even if it's tough
Let's just say, that time was rough

Don't break the trust again by playing bluff
End this now, I guess it's enough

It's time to clean up the mess
How long will you take to confess

I'll expect nothing more from you
I know things won’t be same, as I expect to

Still, try & let go your ego's, even if it's tough
Let's just say, that time was rough

Tough love,
****
Is there even a single benefit?
In one ear and out the other,
Why even bother?

Tough love,
****
I don’t get it.
I tried to be less sensitive this time,
but sensitivity was never a crime.

Instead of hearing that, "it’s all in my head,"
I just wanted that response;
I understand.
How could I forget?
Simply talking about this has me hanging by a thread.

Tough love,
Not always a wakeup call.
It’s one of those,
“I shouldn't have opened my mouth,”
I guess whatever they say goes.

Tough love,
Still ****
Instead of ripping my hair out strand by strand,
I just wanted you to hold my hand.
That wasn't the plan

Isn’t tough love another way of saying, "You're stupid?"
Splendid.
Not blind
Forget about what’s on my mind,
I'm handling this situation all wrong.

Tough love
****
Only because it's not what I want to hear

Tough love
****
Is there even a single benefit?
Doesn’t it go in one ear and out the other
Why even bother?

Life can be tough, when it feels like you're walking your path alone.
The problems of your past can make it hard to let anyone in.
It maybe okay to be a lone wolf sometimes, but does it make you happy?
No one to talk to, to make you smile or to make you laugh can make this world a lonely place to live.
Are you lonely by choice or are you scared to let yourself feel vulnerable?
Is it better to have the emotional capacity of a robot or to be an open book?
Some people say you're born alone and die alone, but who says you have to live alone?
Who do you create memories with?
You are unique and your perfect match is out there.

I drink pink grapefruit flavored drinks
my face smells like the citrus
when I lose things and people
I change my hair
it helps me cope with the idea that I can never finish a stick of lip balm and most of the people I've known only yield disappointment
no one is at fault here
but the blame is usually pushed into my intestines
and I spend five days throwing up
I used to be afraid that I would never see the entire world
now I'm afraid I'll never spend enough time in a place I can call home
every morning the smell of grapefruit grows stronger

if the broken you -
can see the beauty
of this                    horrid, horrid world,
then how bad
can the world be?

it's crazy...
how we put our whole lives into something, devoting every ounce of our heart and soul into it until we're left with the results we want...the results we never get.
but, maybe that's just it.
maybe the reason those devotions don't satisfy is because they never really were meant to? maybe our devotions should lie elsewhere...lie somewhere where can't even begin to comprehend.
suppose our devotion in life isn't anything selfish...anything that gives us gain, but rather surrender.
and in those moments our devotions and dreams don't work, maybe it's merely because they aren't the right ones to set our eyes on.
-Julia Aubrey Rhodes-

For the people I have known
From my past to present, whom I call my own
Am I alive in their thoughts
Or just a buried memory, I hope not!

I always think of the one's I've met
The one's that are not easy to forget
These are the people who are now hard to get
Busy with their lives, I would most probably bet!

Yet, here I pen my write
Of these wonderful people that tagged along
Life was almost like a movie song
Until I was left alone to fight!

Walking alone on the rough paths
I often wandered about others
With whom I felt, now apart
In my own dark world, am going  end to start!

Everyday seems same,
As if the Gods planned a game
Betting on me, aiming at me
I do not utter nor do I blame!

Years have passed, am not the same anymore
Once a cheerful, now sitting a bore
With every part of my body full of aches and sore
My heart ripped off till the core!

I am alive, I live for each day
With open and close eyes, I usually stare
The paths on which I walk today
Maybe it's just a challenge to bare!

Tears do fall like rain
When no one is around to feel my pain
Each day my brain plups to stress and strain
Yet, I bury my sorrows and all my pains!

Now I rest my pen here
As tonight seems a night to sleeplessly stare
Creepy thoughts crawl as fear
Light at the end of the tunnel, in my sense...is rare!


©sim

Life isn't easy but then if it were
all we would do is sit and stare
as our time here passed us by
and far to quickly we'd just die

I wish to be more like water an pebble
big fish no pond non aquatic rebel
No litte ripples want to make a wave
see what new found paths I'll pave

The strength in me is all I seek
to stand up tall and not be weak
To face the problems dealt to me
and finally be all that I can be


© One man

i guess i do like the pain
cause i laugh after its done
how crazy it was
that my mum actually bit me
no like true story my mum bit me

you might think she is abusive
but i like her character art is impressive
she turns totally off reason
keeps her senses imprisoned

i tried to explain
but the rage rain rained upon me
all she wanted was to stroke me
i swear i lose my mum in that moment
cause i try look in her eyes and she nowhere near

she strokes me and unknowingly i hold her shambok in my hand
i stare at her to understand
but all it does it highs her temper
now she is pulling her shambok a little stronger
i try to talk but she is trying to pull
she cant listen
and she plays victim

the struggle continues
i watch her anger elevate and it fascinates me, weirdly
so i resist a little more
she starts pulling me to the kitchen
now the scene has more attention

pulling out drawers
trying to put hand on anything pain inflicting
and still i am resisting

made it to the door and out
her voice a bit loud
realising that whatever i try will not demotivate her
so i gave up and let her, as usual
let her stroke me to her satisfaction
and goes on and on
about me being stubborn because i am older
how i think i am stronger cause i am a man
man, whats wrong with mum

she strokes me with her shambok still
as i stood still
amused by her accusations
but am patient and let her

after she done she is angry still but satisfied though
now her eyes glow
she tries to conceal it by playing anger
i smile
it took me a while to understand, while
she was in her act
i had travelled mindlessly in my mind
thinking how a silly situation
of her calling me and me not responding
had become a series of chaos

little packages do become dynamites
this is what bothers me though
i do have a thrill everytime we have a misunderstanding
i dont understand this
i guess i am just my mother's child

So he sailed
Towards the insane weather
It rained furiously
A brave lonely sailor
In the Pacific
The sharks, killer whales
They all wanted to race
They betted to break his sail

It wasn’t that huge
Neither a Dutch-man
Nor a Black Pearl
He wasn’t even as Jack
The only mercy he could receive
Is from mother nature
Through the cloudy wild ocean
His voyage to find an island
Where no man will hurt
No human will be animal
No beasts could roar
Will never anchor until he discovers

His adventure won’t be told
Generations after him
He wasn’t having company
Of a strong lady
Or a strong child
He wasn’t expecting to find
A family where he’d anchor

In search for life
In search for peace
In search for humanity
He’ll sail to his death
On that lonely little boat