Isn't it ironic, how we tell others to stay strong, yet, we can't do it ourselves?
How we give useful advice, yet, we never receive any help.
We try to keep everyone around us strong.
Knowing we're the ones that need help all along.
Keeping everyone out of harm's way.
I guess we should be considered superheroes saving people everyday.
Putting others needs before our own.
God forbid if our problems are shown.
The ones that can't stay strong are the ones that keep a strong posture.
Appearing strong in reality we're weak.
Merely helping others while stumbling on our own feet.

Isn't it ironic how one can feel so lonely in a crowd of people?

You turned
me into ash;
I turned you
into poetry.

gd

iI always wonder
why at times when the world seems to be revolving at the wrong pace,
something bad happens.
it's as if
the wheels of the world turns so fast,
that even superheroes cannot keep up to the ever turning of our lives,
Everyday seems to be a constant battle of mortality.
Why people argue and fight for the sake of nothing.
it just don't fit,
it doesn't seem to have any importance to our world,
people need air to breathe,
water to drink,
food to eat,
love to feel,
but war?
battle?
quarrel?
fisticuffs?
really?
i don't understand society.
go figure,
people opt to **** themselves for the sake of nothing.
some go on lecturing about harms and danger of foreign entities,
but here's our own, harming and endangering lives.
and here goes nothing.

You broke me
I came begging for you back

You broke me
I came begging for you back

Over and over again
The cycle never ending

We had a solid year
Without shattering

So that final blow
When you packed your stuff
And broke my heart

Ended it all
All the years I spent on my knees
Begging for you to love me

It stopped
I had fallen out of love

Stopped believing you were my soul mate
Because the metal rope
That bound you to me
Had finally been severed

I gathered my broken bits
And told myself

I don't need a man
Who cheats because he doesn't trust me
I don't need a man who gave up on kisses
Gave up on making love
Gave up on respecting my choices

And maybe starting over is hard
And maybe I won't find another man

Who looks at me the same way you use to
Or that kisses me like you use to
Or that even calls me beautiful the way you use to do

Maybe I'll be alone

But that's better than being with a man
Who can't truly love me
Than being with a man who chooses to leave
Chooses to break me

Maybe I won't always be happy

But I'll be strong
I am a woman
And I will be strong.

If I told you you're too chunky,
That you need to lose some weight,
Would you take my word as gospel?  
Mold yourself to fit my taste?

If I told you,  wear more makeup
Your skin is way too flat,
Would you hide your true reflection?
Behind a powder ridden mask?

If i said your "tastes" are tasteless,  
Would you offer up that too?
Would you hide your true desires,  
And all that makes " you"  you?

If I said to join the masses,  
To act and look the same,  
Would you try the hottest mind *****?
Would you treat life as a game?

If I told you,  be more willing,
Would you lay upon your back?
For if you wish to catch a tiger
You must offer up a snack

Would you follow the suggestions
Of a stranger you can't see?
Is that not what we're all doing,
To fit in with society