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What is Love?
It isn't the size of her breasts
Nor is it the way you dress
Love isn't your wealth
Love isn't the jerk
Love isn't sex
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is when you'll be there for him
Love is when you'll stay by his side
Love is when you'll spend eternity with him
Love is when you'll die for him
Love is to love
The Silent SufferersMany people out there treat them badly.
Many people viciously murdering them.
It's a waste, you know,
'Cause they love you no matter what
No matter what you wear,
No matter the amount of money in your pocket,
No matter how beautiful you are,
No matter if you have any neurological disorders,
You could be the poorest and most hopeless person in the world and they will still love you.
These beings are animals,
God's gift to this selfish, messed up world.
You know about those poor puppies thrown in dumpsters?
Abused by those ignorant, sick and twisted people that don't have a word to describe how awful they are!
(You know who you are!)
It's stuck there, scarred on both the inside and outside,
Left to rot and suffer.
It sits there, death slowly overpowering its life,
Wondering what it did to deserve this.
Millions of dogs and cats are put to sleep, you know.
That wouldn't happen,
There might not even be animal shelters,
If we all actually gave a damn!
If we all loved them
Don't Pass the PepperPrologue
I ran passed her and stared at the backyard. I could have been there to save you. I thought. I could have scared them off. You could still be around. But there are no "I could haves." Because he's gone and there's nothing I can do to change it.
I stood in front of my rusty gate, staring at my battered tennis shoes. Usually I wouldn't hesitate to open the gate, but today was different.
The living room, a black TV screen, made no sound. My eyes, as blind as a bat, could not make out the furniture. The air, ensnaring me in an icy grip, made me shiver. Then a voice, barely audible to hear, broke the silence.
"I'll check the corpse to see if the cat is ours," the voice uttered, as if it was reciting a speech at a funeral.
Everything was soundless, as if there was a burglar in the house
The gate creaked loudly. Facing the gate, my hands clasped my side. My heart beat fast all of the sudden, as if I was watching a horror movie. My toes curled inward, hiding th
I Remember-Do You?I remember nights
when it was just you and I-
with no one to tell us
we couldn't be together-
When I cried
you held me tight,
when I shivered
you kept me warm,
and when I refused to smile
you sang me
the softest lullaby.
I remember how much
you loved me,
and I remember how much
I loved you-
because I still do.
I remember-Do you?
My Deceitful EyesMany claim that the eyes reflect what is true
That they are a medium for what's inside you
But they are not as steadfast as we want them to be
They bluff, they betray, and they've mastered deceit
For my eyes have lied, they have led me astray
They showed me a man who would never walk away
They only reflected what I had wanted to see
Then life proved that he wasn't who I thought him to be
The Real meThere was one time when you thought I,
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,
You're My PhobiaDriving me into darkness
Huddled in fetal position
I couldn't stop the frightened tears running down my face
That strange sense
That looming animosity I was clutched in
It has never disappeared
Even if it never truly existed
This tower over me, this shadow
The bane of everything I dream about
I can't speak, not face to face
Look in the eyes
Hear that piercing, blasting voice
I go numb
Alone and vulnerable
I feel so weak and defenseless
Just the mention of it
Curdles my blood
Treated like a friend but feeling like
I am the prey
Going cold in an instant, tense and dry
Wishing only to look at the floor
I wouldn't dare approach
Nor wish to be approached
It's like meeting a black hole
And feeling the blackness of the gravity on the hairs of your skin
I can't scream, I can't cry
I can't run and hide or fight
I just have to find a shield
And pray the fire doesn't come beating down
This is a phobia
It has no particular name
But I'm sure it's not n
Just Open Your HeartImpatient thoughts and a depressive heart
God told me to throw them away, but I kept them in my chest
They're leaving my heart, but they're staying in my head
People filling me with hate, people making my eyes shed
I'm letting myself get influenced, in a psychological way
I felt He was calling me, He knew how to make it go away
So I sat in my room, took a deep breath and prayed with all my faith
As soon as I opened my heart, god quickly filled me with love
He filled me with patience, relieved me from my sorrowful thoughts
As long as I don't doubt, I will never be corrupt
And forever in my heart, happiness will be sprout
Crimson HeartI will be strong
I don't know how long
your heart an empty pit
I would know I tried to take it
but alas there was no heart
and it is time for us to part
If love is a war then so be it
the fire in my eyes now violent
I pierce you with the shattered remains harshly
killing you only slowly but only partially
I will let you suffer like I
but I know today is the day you die
yet kill you I must
our arguments full of obsession and lust
well I'm done and your on your own
I will leave you too die all alone
goodbye and goodnight
never shall I see you again in my sight
For you won't break this
Foolish Heart.I'm a fragile thing.
I'm far more delicate than your mother's finest vase filled with artificial flowers and love to the brim.
I can shatter with the tiniest mistreatment.
I try to hide away in the darkest labyrinths; it's to keep myself safe.
I fear being broken once again.
I've been down that jagged path, I don't want to do it again.
But then a light finds my safe place; Awe replaces fear.
The light isn't so bad, it's soothing even.
For months we do this tango of love and grace.
I thought I could finally be safe again in the arms of a total stranger, who transformed into my lover.
Some things I didn't understand about you, but I let them go.
Your light was dangerous, it blinds from the truth.
I found that out far too late.
I'd fallen and shattered, and awaited for you to pick up the pieces.
Finally I realized that you never would.
You're empty inside; never to be satisfied.
Not even the deepest love could fill the holes in your heart.
I was a fool to fall and now I'm living with the
My writing lifeI'll take my pen or pencil out
And try not to have a strong dreadful bout
And prepare my calm mind
To express everything I recognize
In my task lighted room
Or ambient lighted cottage
Reflecting on my days
About when I was in pain
Or the days when I felt appreciation
I try to get detached from people
So I can focus with my equal
Because what I write is my soul,
What I write is myself
There's no one or nothing else
Is my emotions written well
That's why some will be moody and sad
And others will be lovely and glad.
Why is there such a word?
What good can come from saying bye?
Is it to be polite, created due to mannerism?
Its laughable most of the time.
The way we use it to end things.
And with that the cliche saying of "All good things must come to an end" comes into play.
Maybe it is good to end some things in such a manner, put a lovely topper on good things.
It is sad, some of the ways we use it.
We use it for the end of something negative:
A death, a break up, an argument, and so on.
A word I rarely use, yet hold in my vocabulary.
A word I have only understood and used at most five times in my life.
A word I leave unspoken because I don't know what is good about saying bye...
Where I'm FromWhere I'm From
I am from piggyback rides
And the fluffy stuffed animals that covered my bedroom floor.
I am from the messy sandcastles and slippery slides at Mason Park, Where I jumped from rock to rock.
I'm from that distasteful lake odor,
Where I tossed small pieces of bread into the water for the birds to eat.
I'm from the young, soft tabby cat
That once sat in my warm lap.
I am from the artistic hands,
That were passed down to me from my Great Grandpa Frank.
I'm from the completed books that I tossed in my opposite direction.
I am from the woody, aging trees
Whose branches I used to hang on.
I'm from the screaming,
The horrifying threats that awaited me at home
From my intimidating mother.
I am from the green Toyota,
That was sold for money to pay the bills.
I'm from covering my ears,
From closing my eyes,
Wishing this was all a dream.
I am from those moments
All the cherished memories fading away
Blown away in the fall wind.
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