I want to be honest of my life
Cause people think of me like worthless mice
I care about people more than myself
You may say that a defiency of self
I love people and thats what I am
I was broke more than once but I am able to stand
I used expect much from people but usually get nothing back
This how life is and now I understand.
I don't like to see people suffer in pain and I feel it's my duty to make them feel entertained.
I want to help people as much as I can
Even if I feel that it interveins with my plan.
I think that Allah gave me this gift to love
Althought It wasn't easy to accept what was given from above.
I loved a girl for once in my life.
I even thought she could become my wife.
I took a decision to leave her in peace.
Although this decision is breaking me to my knees.
The pain I have I suffer alone.
Because I feel other people's problems are bigger than my own.
This the life that no one knows.
No body knows how much I care.
But this is the life I want to bare.
I am greatfull for the people I have and know.
I thank the people that I dearly love and hold.
Love you all to the highest degree.
I hope you life to be better than me.

Aches in joints
Rheumatoid
Temperature results  in fever
Heat warmth in joints
Redness in joints
Inflammation
Tiredness
Iron defiency anaemia
Stiffness in joints.

Acrostic Poem

i scream my silence
creeping at the door to the sound of sirens
but since you know my essence
the teeth can only bite my effervescence
my presence calls into  soul science
here i speak the foul to defiency
love in ramble to the noises

i kept coming for the least
the beast of rage keeps east
off the keeping like writs
i fought off myself
like gods bits of wood
i woke up dead dead mood

imagine its nothing sweet
the father that kept sweating
and lost a child bleeting
imagine its nothing sweet
the mother that kept off the labor pains
to keep the pain off a deadbeat donor
keeping his offspring intact

i met a mother off the streets
i imagined the day she comes
come to a shameless man
with little byself
with all she has is beast of burden

i met a father off the streets
working his sweet off
to bury the wreckage
to come home to an unfaithful woman
but still wooed by her moans
i kept the smoke

by the streets is strict
by the rift we still shoot
by the knowledge yet
single handling not yearning