To not let them win

They said not to give them a reaction
To not get angry or yell
Because that's what they wanted
Then they would just go away

So I did

I didn't give them a reaction
And I was only ever nice to them
Eventualy they did get board
And they did go away

But they had still won

They were the only ones
That could have been my friends
Without them I was by myself
Sitting alone while they forgot me

I had still lost

At once I was a man of steel
up there in the sky
Like a bird, I used to fly.
Beat me or hammer me
I did not care about anything.
That was my iron age when
first time I  saw Time mechine
and eventualy fell in love with her.
I drived  her like a crazy lover
and trveled time across.
I was in a time machine where no button of reverse.
when then i reached my bronze age,
I proposed her by a  key with copper ring.
She smiled and take me more backward in time.
I was in a time machine where no button of reverse.
When then i crossed my stone age
i left my heart there.
Then finally  i reached in my ice age
where no one is there.
Only me and my liquid smile, frozen in time.
Slowly slowly I am into glaciation
never would be able return.
I am in a time machine where no button of reverse.
In travel of time,
I am in a paradox dnt know
its my future or its my past!

every part of us has a place everyone of us has a purpose.
ive discovered my purpose while on earth is to help others .even as a child i can remember finding a dead bird i must of been about 5 ,i was very secluded growing up even though i had siblings ..what attention they did give me wasnt much diffrent from my stepmoms --often violent.
as i was playing in the backyard alone i wandered off to a creek on day--i had no supervision PERIOD .i always looked down in front of myself as i walked i dont know exactly why i walked always searching the ground as my feet met it,but i can tell you from doing so i observed and found alot of treasures that a kid my age had a field day with.because of this habit i came apon a dead bird in my path -i dont think itd been dead long---but for some reason i convienced myself it was injured and needed help but wasnt dead .i filled one hand with grass and flowers and laid the bird on top --i wanted it comfortable..in movies they wheeled out a bed..i walked quickly but carefully back home i got comfortable in a spot under a pine tree in the backyard and carefully started checking it for wounds --id seen DR welby M.D. obiously one to many times ,whenever i couldnt find any i remembered how a band-aid always seemed to help no matter what was wrong --so in the house i went ,yes out i came with a varity of shapes just in case, then i convienced myself it probaly just needed liquids -once again i remembered how sprite eventualy healed my stomach,i went back to the creek and pulled a bottle cap out of my pocket and put the tiny bit of water in it made the walk back home and when it didnt drink --i thought crackers! i was a natural born DR. lol if one thing didnt work i knew just what to try next,but when the bird still didnt respond i gave up ..back inside i went where i stuffed tolite paper in my pockets and the popsicle sticks i had collected and a tube of elmers glue.i sat outside in the freaking hot air and glued the poor bird a makeshift casket only it didnt exactly look like one it was the best this 5 yr old could do though. i wrapped the bird up with tissue and laid it in the popsicle stick casket and then carried it to the creek ,used a stick to undo some mud then laid it to rest covered it up and knew i was suppose to say something to god ,so i said a few words then walked away.even after all that i never accepted the bird stayed dead anytime i saw one that resembled it i just knew i cured it and it somehow set itself free to play and sing with the other birds.now as a adult everytime i see a red bird --i say there goes *red belly

Young and effortless,
In pain but helpless,
Calling the heartless,
For help, but they are careless,
They believe have brains, but look brainless.
Giving it all a try, in vain
It looks an everlasting pain
Embarrassed but plain
Of truth constantly hidden behind the lying love and faked emotionless attitude,
Always of survival but eventualy to death,
Perhaps, God has a waiting answer,
Because a thin sheet covers a dug grave, yet the child belives to be lying on the hardened earth!!!
*prayers may help, go down child, and pray to sweat blood. ....maybe it should be symbolic to help....
Brotherhood is an english vocabulary,
Ask me why!