You wish to walk in the footsteps of another Their path you see as a perfect road Modeling yourself in their image But would you really want to carry their load?
Hard to be upon the pedestal Appearing perfect in every way, Heaven forbid you ever fall off Watching every moment what you say.
You see it as freedom but its a mere facade In truth homemade prisons with invisible bars Closing the doors and locking away The truth of the matter... it's really a bazaar
Alone in a world afraid to need Never admitting your human faults Can't stray from what is expected Locked away in some emotional vault
Don't pattern your dreams relying on others As your mentor, your hero, only friend They don't pattern the journey to guide you along For the true hero's journey is within.
It's always easy to think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. To rely on others to follow and give you guidence. Though no one is perfect and no one can know what is best for you except you. It's a hard road to follow when everyone depends on you to be there for them all the time. No one is perfect or lives in a the perfect world. There's no such thing.
You told her she was beautiful like a rose in a garden without the thorns and without the weeds so pure and true I wonder if she knew you weren't a gardener?
You told her you'd love her forever without a doubt, forever and for always, no matter what I wonder if she knew forever wasn't what it used to be?
On your one month anniversary you sat in each others' arms, by a peaceful stream and you told her she was the best thing to ever happen to you I wonder if she knew you were basing that on the reasons you appeared in front of a judge? ha ha ha
The night she got back from out of town you both snuck out to meet you both recited your wedding vows, underneath the stars as a symbol of your undying love I wonder if she knew you were already married?
Through everything you told her, I wonder if she knew they were just words?
I am sure she did
" I am really honest I can't understand why women misunderstand me and my intentions I can really be trusted" yeah right ha ha ha ...
This is something I wrote after visiting the chat room here at IFF today, where a lot of young guys and I am sure some Married men ply their trade of deception.. ha ha ha ... I really enjoyed the way one lady handled the situation. bravo.
Throughout life We will have Many choices Some of them easy Some of them hard To any one choice There are as many Right answers As there are Wrong But to reach Where it is We want to go, To finally gain Our hearts desire, We must choose With care.
This choice Has only one Right answer To move us The shortest distance Choose poorly and You may still reach Your desired Destination, But with each Wrong answer The choices multiply And your chances of being wrong Increase
For many people This is where They spend their lives, Wandering from one Wrong choice To the next, Forever searching For the path That was once So clear
Some are lucky enough To find their choices Bring them back Onto the path, Perhaps Through shear luck, Perhaps Through design,Ultimately The route does not Matter.
Watch your choices Change As your path Through life Changes The trick is not To learn The right answers But to recognize The wrong one's.
This is for N who asked me for advice and for all who need to choose. The choice is yours and the answers are all there.
How are you? How many times have you said it? Now think of what you're asking. Do you really want to know, Or is it just your way of saying hello?
But what if you were told, what was really bothering someone Would you leave and let them be, Or would you take some time and listen to them?
What if they pour their hearts out to you? After all, you did asked. Would you say a few words and pass by, Or would you help or at least try?
What if you're in a hurry? At the party or at the mall. Is "How are you" what you really mean? Are you willing to listen in a time of need? Are you ready for what somebody might tell you? Or did you expect a simple, "Fine" or "All right." If that's the case then you have unfortunately misunderstood.
For "How are you" is a question of concern that could cause a lengthy response in return. So, be sure to say exactly what you mean. In order to avoid a situation in which you may not be able or have time to handle the conversation.
Now, I'm not trying to judge anybody. I sometimes say it myself by mistake, and when they let their feelings flow. I think what the hell did I just say that for?. Sometimes I really want to know, and other times I'm saying it just to say hi.
So, I try to think of it this way "How are you" is similar to "I love you." Which also should be said in rare case, because they both show someone that you're listening and you care.
some people laugh and others cry some people live and others die some people will and others won't some people do and others don't some people ride and others walk some people listen and others talk some people can't see and others stare some people are bald while others have hair some people can and others can't some people sit and others chant some people hold on while others let go some people have wisdom and others don't know some people are rich while others are poor some people have it all while others live hard core some people are happy and others are sad some people are confused and others are mad some people say yes and others say no some people say stay and others say go some people hold on while others lose grip some people stand straight and others slip some people will catch you and others will let you fall some people will talk and others won't pick up your call some people have the good life while other life's suck some people can just leave and others are stuck some people care and others couldn't care less some people know the answers while others have to guess some people are nice and others are mean some people are big while others are lean some people will read this and others will pass through some will get the message, my hope is you do too.
Life is full of complete opposites. Most are positive and negative. while some people choose their life others have no hope. I just want you to know that if you're one of the some people or you're one of the others that you still have nothing to worry about because there is a track for you that you can't control but you have to hold on tightly or you'll fall off!
By the way I am not really depressed I am just too damn Lazy lately to write.
I feel like I should apologize to someone because I haven't done much of anything lately. I've been feeling numb, starting things, and not finishing them...
I used to think it was just procrastination, but I think it's a bit worse than that.I have Got a ton of papers spread all around here, boxes of stuff that I should sort out, but it all sits here as if in long-term storage.
I've just been hanging around, killing time, and trying not to think about things. I've been taking a lot of naps lately, because this is a way to hide from everything. If I can escape to sleep, and the dreams don't come then that's a good thing, even though I know that it really isn't a good thing. It's just a temporary holding pattern. I've learned that when something is on my mind, and I don't want to think about it, I can stare off into nothing, just let my mind blank out, while I sit there, not thinking about it... Some would call it daydreaming, but it's just another way to hide. Whatever is bothering me won't really go away, but for a while, it has... or I have. You see, I let things bother me. Little things, big things, even things that I can't do anything about. I worry. It's like a career with me. I've convinced myself that I have a lot to worry about, and I'm right just ask me I'll tell you so.
All worry does, though, is mess things up so my day goes to hell, I don't function well, and I go through the motions, but I'm just existing. No quality there, days get longer, even hours get longer, and nothing gets done. Lots of nothing. And all the time I don't even realize what I'm doing to myself. Sometimes, like right now, I can sit here and see it, even write about it, and I can understand it a little bit. And I tell myself that I finally have a handle on it, and I will do whatever it takes to change things around. But I know that tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that... it will start all over again. I'll worry, and I'll wonder, "why bother?" It's sort of like hating yourself as an avocation, It's what I do. I'm hooked and there isn't a 12-step program for this.
We know well the futility of worrying about what we can do nothing about. I find myself wondering if there's really nothing I can do.
Quietly I watch as the world revolves So many seem unhappy with their lives Talking about life's cruelties It's unfairness, sadness, and strife's
I guess I look differently at things then most I know, not all clouds have a silver lining. I believe that with time all things can change And I don't believe good comes from whining
But I sit and listen with an open mind Not judging those that complain Their venting seems to make them feel better And their choices they need not explain.
Looking at something with different eyes Solutions seem so simple from others mind So caught up blaming others, they fail to see If they took time and listened, their answers are within their own Minds.
In the Immortal words of Micheal Jackson: "If you wanna make the world a better place, take a look at yourself then make a change."
Some say love conquers all with that, I must disagree. Love is cruel, and malice only hate it does conceive.
Love is not kind, nor is it guaranteed. Only hurt it feeds us leaving us to bleed.
Love can cause such pain within a cheerful soul. Bringing you down, making you crazy until your no longer whole.
Love cheats, and love does steal the very breath we breathe. If you ever been in love then you know this enemy.
I wonder sometimes if the one we love and lose realizes the stress and hollowness that evolves from their departure? I wonder also why we feel as though the world will end if we aren't with this person,but yet we become resilient enough to bounce back and ironically do it all over again
This pen holds nothing Nothing but it's ink inside It has no true meaning It has no life
This ink flows freely As I set the tip to this blue-lined white top The black inked pen somehow comes to life It speaks for my heart, my soul, my thoughts
Somehow every inch of me is revealed All through something held in my hand again It's my only way to speak freely ~Through a pen
This pen holds nothing Nothing but my soul, nothing but my heart Then it speaks everything for me Everything that completes me and everything that tears me apart
freedom, shared with one's self, is freedom to dominate the world, with love. amazing how powerful a pen could really be. baring your heart and soul and showing how you feel...giving life to paper. sometimes i think only my pen takes my heart seriously.
(To my fellow writers, you cause me to to feel, think and write)
I am meek a newborn to writing My mouth opens, yet trembling A sound, a song with cloudy chord My tongue is orphaned even with a definite word.
I don't possess The mind of a writer So skillful, so clever In weaving thoughts Of tales crafted in a kaleidoscope, Nor the hands of a poet Who can capture the sunset In every detail, can paint emotions A landscape of words, he can fashion
Yet I have my eyes That welcome the sunrise As the cuddling of midnight cold From my skin, unwinding its lonely hold When evening comes I see By the sea a passing display In a predicted time, they come and go The sea waves leaping high and low Night breeze rolling the tides Afterwards, bit by bit, the undulation subsides
I have my heart In its untainted part In its sheer essence Discern all what my eyes see Vibrating in laments Or trumpeting in glee
My mind yet partial in wisdom it is the other half of my whole Heeds the moment of my heart's call And together in shout or in whispers Summons my infantile fingers To etch the language Of my morning age Spoken in silence, uttered in solitude Of which I'm certain is a soft prelude
And I see myself a sprouting plant That in ages If should gather all Time's precious gift of very chance To feel the world, see everything big and small In others' memory, I'll share In my sunset days as a full grown tree "This is my life my poetry"
