It has been said by many
that  
practice makes perfect.
Do not force it.
It usually comes out horribly.
Many people have told me,
"keep writing, you need to write everyday."
The problem is...
I have nothing to write.
I would rather get day drunk and
watch reality TV.
Sip on a Seven and Seven
wacth the day pass me by and
misspell words, not giving a ****.
Yes, watch is misspelled...
That's the funny part.
I won't pretend that I am an even a decent writer.
I get drunk,
**** people off,
make bad decisions,
regret those decisions,
promise myself that I will do better,
plead with the Almighty that it will
never happen again.
In the end,
I have stories to tell,
but no voice.
Start on a poem
and walk away.
Read the last chapter of a book
because I am a literary rebel.
No.
I am just lazy
and I hate surprises.
I am not a starving artist.
My waistband has expanded.
Let's be honest
I'll never be famous
and this is the longest poem
I will write in the coming week.

Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me

Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me

Going through pain theirs the shame all my secerts been washed away . slowly fading away into sorrow and deep pain I watch you as you wacth me suffer broken hearts broken dreams their you go makin your dreams come tre  as I sit here trying to find my way through this mystical path  pain is slowly coming back  as I am fading into a new demention I no longer  feel the pain i felt before  my sham e caused my pain   so while  I am slowly dying inside  inside your dreams are coming true  while  mine dreams are fading away  my pain is gone so is my shame and so am I  While  I am in this new demention   your thinking to your self why am I going pain and i see your dreams faded away to soon I see you day by day Piece by Piece here you are and standing prud and strong as a mighty solider waiting for your family on the other side in the  same demention as me

Carl,
I'm still counting the days since I met you,
And the days since you fall in love.
And until now I can't say the words
"I'm happy for you" when I'm dying inside knowing I have lost you. Anyway losing someone is just a state of time and giving up isn't my word of choice. Yeah I may lost you this time but who knows the next time I bump into you that's the time. Time to prove that your not just my ordinary girl but someone whom I want to spend the best days of my life.
I always think for the worst,and never expect something good. I know I haven't prove  how much you mean and treat you just an ordinary girl but deep inside I've been dreaming things when I am awake.
I miss you a lot on days I know you'll be happy doing those crazy things I know you'll love to.
I miss your messy hair your smile and those  round eyes. I miss you more on Saturdays and I don't know why,I just feel it.
And there's this night that I feel I want to own the dawn,the streets when all I see are cats and fast cars chasing the dark. And I wonder if the stars fall and the tail light spelled out your name would it be a sign or am I just fooling my self.
I don't know if I just miss you or I am just alone or comfortable of being like this thinking how much I want to spend a night with you,playing ukulele or wacth Surf Up laugh when Chicken Joe captured by a tribe while having some beer.
And the train system that all or most people hate is the thing that I love the most being there almost everyday and watching people come and go made me realize that nothing is stable and even the season change but I'm still at the same spot where I used to watch every other commuter sleep,laugh,talk and run in a hurry.
Am I strugling? Or am I just a wishful thinker and a risk taker but afraid.
Am I saying or writing a lot? Do I need to stop? Nah I haven't done anything,right?
I hope your happy now, I hope you always go outside enjoy the rain and the sun.
I always admire you for being you,maybe I don't really know you but I'm glad that I have met someone like you.

Lots of Hope,
Mac

As I sit upon my chair,I stop,look and stare.
The nations have had a scare,How they act now is my fear.
Just like milllons sitting here everyday i wacth to see,
bitter twisted moods that surround me.
I feel we should not fight this battle on the street ,But by making these mad man weep.
How  dare they **** our chilldren,But how dare we **** theirs.
Iam glad Iam sat here and not there,But for me and you and millons to,We
know things will never change ,But still we have hope!
The world around always seem alittle grey,But honestly keep looking because theres is love found everyday,in the smalls ways.From the song of a bird,skies always blue,Bright flowers and the call of mother nature to.But most of all is the human touch, you can never love to much.

depressed, repressed!!
its 22 degrees and I dont feel blessed
Cold as ice brought to my chest
walking down the middle the street in a daze
walking down the middle of the street hoping for a way
a way out of this mess thats nearly worse as the grave

cold and lonely
No one knows me they only want to own me
or get something from me
drugs, my body, my money, whatever they can bleed
but you do meet allies in the street
And those are the friends you’re glad to meet

Im cold , Im hungry, get me off of the street
Its crazy we still have this in 2016
Im depressed, Im a mess and all I hear is its your own fault
So why should anyone help you, yeah compassion is dead
Every now and then youll meet an angel with no judgement
Who will help you get up and out of the hell you spent

and hell it is
the faces are strangers
none friendly too much most danger
wacth your back and your backpack
watch it or you may never come back
Come back to dull reality where most be

You cant trust many out here
You cant trust any at first
Trust must be verified
still on the street you sleep with one eye
one eye on your money, one on your friend
desperate times create desperate measures, watch him

Im cold , Im hungry, get me off of the street
Its crazy we still have this in 2016
Im depressed, Im a mess and all I hear is its your own fault
So why should anyone help you, yeah compassion is dead
Every now and then youll meet an angel with no judgement
Who will help you get up and out of the hell you spent