A short while ago I stood at my back door smoking a cigarette It's a beautiful summers day an almost joyous feeling but have this awful sick feeling Tearing me Inside only to be described as walking a pathway that lies between Life and death I can't move from that pathway A part of me wants to enjoy these beautiful days and the part of me doesn't want to know not Interested at all so I'm all the time fighting myself And neither one Is winning but they're both losing and missing out on these beautiful days sometime just don't know what I'll do But this sick empty feeling tearing me apart which we all know as grief and one can't put a time on grief Because I don't believe It ever goes away so guess I'll just have to continue to fight myself In hope one of the two either life or death will win
Torn between live and death neither one winning that's how I would describe grief and how It Is to me
Finding love is easy. Finding the right kind is not. Few get to feel it. Quite a few get to keep it. Love is a free gift given. Getting it right is like winning. A lottery. It is not for everyone. Just the lucky ones. Better said. Hash tag the blessed. For it truly a blessing. If you ever find it right, Be wise and persistent. Keep it winning right.
Your voice challenges my expressions, Your vision challenges my activity, Your questions challenges my knowledge, Your speech challenges my thoughts, Your presence around challenges my senses, Its a challenge to be anywhere near you, You are a constant fight yet victory favors me. I hold onto the last bit of strength to win the challenge called YOU. I win everyday and I learn everyday, Hope you don't go easy EVER. I love that you are a Challenge!!!!
The beginning of the semester your kicking ***, The end of the semester your fading fast. The beginning of the semester you future is bright, The end of the semester dull dim light, The beginning of the semester your papers write themselves, The end of the semester you can barely spell, The beginning of the semester it easy to get up, The end of the semester you seldomly show up, The beginning of the semester the professors the best, The end of the semester their just like the rest, The beginning of the semester the classes are fun, The end of the semester your ready to run. The beginning of the semester you major ballin', The end of the semester you eatin' ramen, The beginning of the semester you can sleep without worrying about anything, The end of the semester you stay up all night drinking red bull and 5 hour energy, The beginning of the semester to the day of your last, I wish you good luck and I hope you pass.
“**** it” I say into the all consuming void As I jumped into the fear And played this unorganized game
To come out on top
I’ve done something I’ve never thought I would be able to do, I made the state band. 13th chair, it’s so hard to wrap my mind around this. I controlled my anxiety and my fear. I’ve finally learned to do that. I’ve finally learned that I control it.