For the love of her family,
She sacrificed her pride and womanhood,
She gave herself up to men just to have money to support her family,
So many judged her without really understanding her driving force,
It was her love for her people that made her be who she turned out to be,
She used her priceless beauty to put bread and butter on her table,
She's now gone,
She left her family financially stable yet emotionally wrecked!
Tears flow out of my eyes when I think of her.
What a woman can do..

It
                           Is
                           An
                           Art
                           Of
                           Thoughts
                           And
                           Feelings
                           Creatively
                           Expressed
                           Through
                           Words......

Jesus Christ;
              Faith and peace,
        Selflessness and purity,
      Understanding and gentle.
Beautiful in soul non judgemental,
         All wrapped up in love.
            In a nutshell
                He Looks like
                    Love.

Morning signifies;
New day,
New hope,
New strength,
Another chance,
New thoughts,
New ideas,
New happenings,
New lessons,
New wisdom,
New knowledge,
A new day is there for betterment..

Just write about writing about having nothing to write about.

When people ignore you,
You're more free to do what you wish to do,
Because you'll owe no one any explanation,
So craving attention,
Sometimes just deprives us of the sight to look past our "limitation"
Its beneficial to be alone at times,
Think about life,make those rhymes,
Its needed,
Moments of silence and thorough thinking are required,
For self development,
And mental improvement.

When you have nothing to write about,
But you want to write anyway,
Guess you can even write about having nothing to write about,
Like I'm doing right now.
So ideas creep in when you begin to write something even when you had nothing in mind,
Be patient with your head,its not a machine,
Its not always that ideas have to be well lined up,
Let the mind wander sometimes,
Its good.its alright

My hope lies in Jesus Christ,
He's my comforter,
When noone can make me feel better He does,
He loves me so much despite my faults,
He died for my sins,
Just so I would live a better life,
He came down to earth from His heavenly home of comfort..
Thank you Jesus..

Who am I?
I am who I am,
But who am I?
I am my soul..

Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to tell me I'm not good enough?
Who are you to try take over my life?
Who are you to try to be my weakness?
Who are you to make me bitter?
Who are you to disregard me?
Who are you to try to change me into what I'm not?
Who are you to even try to have control over me?
Who are you?Really who are you?

A very simple question,
But can actually broaden your thoughts and knowledge,
As simple as it may sound,
It takes great courage to actually ask why,
Its a risk,
Because when you ask why,
The answer you get might be something outside everything you ever knew your whole life,
Something contrary to your beliefs but very true,
Dare to ask why..

To make them better people,
So they can learn and then teach,
So they can offer comfort and healing to the hurt.
So they remember that they're not above all else because they're good people,
So that they realise that no one is immune to lifes battles,
But winning is optional.
And so they can talk about it,testify and change a life.

Why do you need popularity when the most superior being;God knows you deeply and loves you greatly?
Why do you need to be the topic of peoples conversations when God already knows what you're all about?
Why do you need to feel ****** perfect when your creator being the greatest artist makes no mistakes?just know you are perfect the way you are!
Why do you need to waste your efforts trying to get the attention of the whole world when He's always listening to your souls cries?
Why do you need to be accepted by everyone when He loves you the way you are and has placed the people right in your life who will love you for you?
Why do you need all the worlds wealth when at some point you'll leave it all behind,
Why do you need to read this?because you were supposed to..

Suffering was not part of the original plan,
Because when man was created,he was already connected to God-the closeness that we now have to seek existed naturally.
When man sinned,he had to start striving for a better life,a relationship with God,and also the search for wisdom and knowledge.
Suffering draws our hearts closer to God,when man sinned the original relationship was distorted therefore there has to be a way to draw us truly back to God.
When theres suffering,theres deep humility that makes us surrender all to Christ because we acknowledge that our strengths are just not enough.
God wants us to love and trust Him,therefore He is always with us through it all... Sometimes we suffer because God is trying to remind us of His power and glory,to return to Him and not miss heaven.
God loves you and He is very much ALIVE!!

She realised inspiration was all around her,
She could change her hand writing like a chameleon would his colour,
Her thoughful mind had so much to say,
Not through her mouth but her fingers per se,
When faced with challenges,
She'd create pages,
Pages of words of encouragement,
She chose poetry because it was one of the things she did with so much ease and without worry of being wrong,
So she chose poetry.

In my wildest dreams I can sit on a cloud,
Watch how the world is moving and paint pictures of my view,
In my wildest dreams,the earth is heavenly,
Everyone is even,
In my wildest dreams we live forever,
In my wildest dreams;there's no competition and no ones trying to be like the other,
In my wildest dreams,good dreams come true.

Without God life is hopeless,
For what is there to really live for?
If not created by God then what's your lifes goal?
Breathing yes but purposeless,
For what can be created without use?nothing, yes!.
Or what can exist without being created and actually have use?
Nothing of use.
All of life is like a book,
You are a character,
But with free will,written by the greatest author.
You're not trapped like a fish on a hook,
You choose your way,
But the storys already written,
No matter how you go astray,
His will can never be beaten.

If all wishes came true,
The world would be
Really   messy.

I am a woman,beautiful and divine.
Living not to impress men but to live in preparation for eternity,beauty is within and out.
With integrity I choose to live my life,with respect,love and honor I choose to treat people.
I am a beautiful soul,
Make up doesn't make me better,my mind developing makes me better. To live is to accept the fact that you're not here to stay but to prepare for eternity.

She's a woman of integrity,
She recognises her beauty,
And her specialty.
Knowing she's not perfect,
She reflects before she can react,
She may not be every mans desire,
But that doesn't matter because its not something to require,
Love and total attention from one is enough,
Lots of times she laughs,
At times she even bluffs,
When life gets rough,
She gets tough,
She's a survivor,
Her familys reviver.
She's a woman,
A woman of integrity.

Takes a real woman to realise that womanhood is not all about impressing the opposite ***,
Or doing all it takes;
To grab attention,
Its not all about having curves or ***** for attraction,
There's more to it,
There's love and care to it,
Integrity,humility,
Meekness,intectuality,
There's beauty,.
Every woman possesses great beauty,
Takes the right people to see it truly,
Womanhood itself is a beautiful gift,
Embrace it,
Live it,
Love it.

Let's not undermine the power of the tongue,
From it,the mind pours either negativity or positivity,
And those bring effects.
What we say doesn't only affect us,
It also affects the listeners,even unknowingly,
Let's sieve our words before we let them out,
Taste them before we spit them
Let your words heal not break.

Worry is one useless hobby,
It fools us into thinking "maybe its got a solution",
But in the actual sense,
It changes nothing.
Most things we get worried about don't even happen,
Worrying is useless,
Worrying isn't thinking,
Worrying is worrying,
Thinking is thinking,
When you think,you try to find a solution,
When you worry,well you just worry;and get nothing.
Yes its normal to worry,
Just not regularly,
You might get mental sickness,
Its no joke when people mention madness.

You came in like a wrecking ball,
You wanted to break my walls,
You did.
And I let you in,
Then you wrecked my heart!
You broke it!
You tore it down,.
I built up my walls again,really high this time,
Another guy came in like you did;as a wrecking ball..
He didn't break my walls,I wrecked  him instead because I saw you in him,.
Oh what a shame to make the innocent suffer for someone else's evil deeds..

Get attached to books,
And fall in love with words.

The pen is the puppeteer,
And the paper the audience.

Feels like a curse,
Its as irritating as an empty purse
When broke!
Guess its a reminder that the brain needs new stock,
Wish it could come easy,
And the thing is;its never there when occupied or busy,
Its felt when bored and unoccupied,
But hey its a topic worth writing about; guess I've tried.

Numbness of creation,
Loss of literature.
Words feel empty,
Yearning to gather them up and use them... But they escape,
More like an attempt to paint with dry paint and a dry brush,
But words always fly back to their owners,
Filled and inspired; they fly back to the one to write them.

Write ten words and feel they don't make sense,
The mind feels dense,
Ideas seem to not flow as they should,
Its like they use the wrong road.
Catching inspiration is no longer the cure,
Perhaps its about just writing,no matter how imperfect....
?

Some things hurt because we see them through the eyes of other people and  put them in the hands of other people..they only hurt because we picture what they will see in us when we break apart or what they will say. But really you affect yourself.
I want to reach a point in my life where my opinion matters the most. I don't want to feel pain because of what i think people think or what i think people will say,if i hurt i want it to be because i approve of it. I want it to be because i want to learn and to heal from the pain. If i hurt,i want to be the reason i hurt. Maybe that i let myself down or i did what i was not supposed to do. And not let my ego hang on others views of who i am.
You are valuable. You will never exist again,there is only one you. Encourage yourself, count yourself as important and write yourself to life..

Yawn yawn yawn yawn.
Yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn.
Yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn yawn.

If I were a padlock,you'd be my only key.
If I were a light bulb,you'd be my filament,
If I were  lightning you'd be my sound;thunder,.
If I were a table,you'd be my legs.
I am a girl and you're my perfect match..

You are

Who you are

Because

You chose

To be

Who you are

No matter how you feel,
You should know that you are never alone.
Someone somewhere has been through something similar and survived,you can survive too.
If pain gave out a dark colour,the world would be dark. It would be night forever.
But again maybe if pain was written on every face, we would judge people less and accept them as they are. We would help each other and not step on each other. We would carry each others burdens.
Hold on,and as you hold on,be nice to people. Most people are hurting,thats exactly why more people keep getting hurt because as they say "hurt people,hurt people".

Define who you are,
You're free to do so,
There's no dictionary for that,
Its your life,
If you know who you are and why you chose to be who you chose to be,
No words can make you doubt  you,
Anyone can give you any label,
But its all upto you to take it or leave it,
Be positively clear about yourself,
Life isn't easy,
And to get some goodness out of it,you have to create the possibility of having that goodness
By being receptive to good things,trash the bad stuff
Not to live in denial but to know that good times also have to be there.

The pain of loneliness when you're surrounded by a multitude;
It stings really deep.

When it comes to pouring out your heart, strangers are the best people to talk to. Zero judgment, all ears.
This is a beautiful place to find such "strangers" because people are open minded.
Whatever you're feeling, you're never alone. Talk to someone.