Sunday, September 15, 2013

Worth

Worth has nothing to do with the money in your pocket,
The fame that you deeply desire,
Or even the crew you hang out with.
Worth is not the strive in a mission,
It’s the willingness to be able,
Worth has no fear in the eyes of God,
Because he gave us worth in the form of life,
As he lets us live and breathe in it,
The love that we carry inside of us,
Is the love of God’s creation,
As he created us to have this role,
Which give us our worth,
There is no need to keep trying and move away further,
But gives us the ability to live in life and not to death,
In all of his former glory,
You can walk away all you choose too,
But God will be there for us,
We have to know what trust means,
For there is no following if we cannot give trust,
We can’t trust anyone,
So, God is pushed to the side constantly,
As he calls for us night and day,
But, we wait till the times get harder each day,
Before we cry out to him,
No matter,
He is still down when our ups are downs,
When our rights goes left,
And south turns to north,
God is the one, who gives us our voice,
We need to push closer and move,
No, to please him but to move in a way that glorifies him,
No person or form can keep us away,
For which God truly owns,
Until, we start thinking of him before our own well beings,
We will always be lost in the self-worth that has no meaning.



Friday, August 23, 2013

Finished

I am filled with joy.
And filled with fear.
Of the decision that I make appear.
Weither right or wrong.
The choice is made.
Good or Bad,
I hope it makes my day.
I want to feel my freedom expressed,
So I can pray and get every burden off my chest.
Yet, there is nothing to hold onto.
Its been given to the most high,
Now, all those old feelings I felt can die.
It's hard to let of things, I say,
But I need to let go,
And grow mature each day.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Once and always

We have a hard time speaking,
Communication is the key,
But in this link of lies,
We will constantly be fighting,
You treat me like a dog,
You act like your my friend,
I wish you weren't here because I can't trust you again,
I know that I'm not perfect,
We were born this way,
But hopefully if I keep following faith,
It will change me in different ways,
I hope to never lie to anyone,
Because it shows your hiding from everyone.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

I'm free

In which I have been enslaved by the people before God,
I have been lost in the fact,
I feel no justice,
I don't blame people,
But I blame myself,
For I am the cause to the madness,
Because either I say "yes or no",
I will still be involved to a cause in my name,
That I never even asked for,
Constantly being pushed in others away,
From the anxiety of friendships,
Which turn into pain,
I am sad to say,
I'm a victim to myself,
I trapped myself in a box,
For I hold the key to moving around,
Yet, I feel stuck to the words of other people,
I was never created to be a puppet,
Only to be used by others,
But I was made to move and motivate others,
My love is bigger than myself,
My heart has passion and desires,
My life is not a tool for destruction as it been for years,
My life is meant to go out and explore,
I believe that there is something bigger for me,
Waiting until the day,
I wrap the worse out of mine,
Which is a war against my heart and soul,
This will be the endless battle,
But victory will come when all is together in one,
For he takes the victory this day as I am always with him,
Thank you for blessing me,
I will never forget you,
As you haven't forgotten me.

Saturday, July 20, 2013

My Voice

My voice is me,
It is my strong,
It is my forrestest,
It is my soul,
Its what helps people understand me.
But truthfully I am tired of others,
getting the way my voice is designed,
We are all created differently,
For a reason, its our enity,
My voice is many things,
It can be plain to see that I am here with it,
Its apart of me,
A sound that can't be reached,
For my voice is amusing to me,
My voice is treated like the garabage I see everyday out on the streets,
Because its eccentric,
We are living in a world,
That defines ours,
But it not there to speak,
Its only a matter of opinion,
But we can care to not care,
But don't you dare,
Take away the one living thing I have left,
Just because you can find your own voice,
Its your own mess.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Jumbled

These words are stuck in my head,
But I think to fast to write,
On a simple sheet of blank paper,
It is hard to describe,
As each word is a symbol,
To creativity that turns into,
Sloppy writing skills,
I know that the words are coming to me,
But, the nervous I get,
The more my ideas aren't making sense,
I can't explain myself,
I don't understand the looks on others faces,
That even though I can't write it down,
I can't even describe,
So, why even try it,
If all I'm going to do is fail,
As others say,
"She's crazy making up stuff",
Yet, I know what I am talking about,
It's sad to be the underestimated in such a way,
But, I will try harder to show off one day,
They laugh now,
But, they will see,
I will become somebody,
A person who does not get laughed at or teased,
But, for a higher purpose,
They will see.

Joy

It is the endless feeling of happiness,
A feeling that you can't describe,
No amount of pain can break the moment,
We can never understand where is it coming from,
Or how it occurs,
But, to wake up with a smile on your face,
Is never absurd,
It's never too late,
You can feel this one coming a mile away,
If this is you,
And it kind of tells your story,
Remember to smile,
Cause your days aren't over yet.

These people

These people,
The ones who guide us,
The ones that divide us,
The one who tells us our meaning to live,
Being guided one by one,
But, its truly the lies they told us,
Someone telling you are on your own,
Or your not worth the time,
Let us never become the enemy,
But, let us become the friend,
They have a saying,
We shall always forgive
But, never forget,
I can see why this saying may be true,
But, do we have to remember the bad thing people do,
I'm over as it,
And so should you too,
Yes, we can forgive and never have to speak again,
But, being cold and vile,
Just to live again for the style of being evil,
It seem condescending,
If I say so myself,
The lies they told us,
As we grow older,
To be hateful and cruel,
Most, people don't know what you've been through,
But, they honesty could care less,
Living in there bubbled called home,
But, it is truly a hot mess,
We all live in this reality,
Just to crush each others toes,
But, we really turn into one of those. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Going back

Back then in the day, 
When I didn't care about others feelings,
When I wouldn't even look at you for more than second,
When I didn't even wonder what you were thinking,
When your presence was even that,
Have I grown weakly to care about the mere feelings that could be there,
For why has this grown upon,
A responsibility, I wish not to keep
Even, when others are being nice to be I surely see,
But its not real,
I say because its only out of pity,
A paranoia thing,
I could say to shake the tides of today,
For, no one has ever given me a true chance before until today,
Maybe, that's why I changed suddenly
From the girl I used to be,
To the women I am to be,
Maybe change is different yet good,
But I believe this change is sticking for good,
And no one will dare cross me,
For I have nothing to hold back for the future,
That will be open to me.

A feeling I can't shake

A feeling I can't shalke of being left confused,
For sometimes I know nothing of what I do,
Wither right or wrong.
I will never know how to be complete in weary.
None the less,  it seems to be going correctly.
Just the hope of justice turns unjustly,
People turning on you constantly,
Is it because i'm joyful,
You try to take the joy away,
Or maybe that I am a pain,
Which would kill me deeply to say,
Either way,
With the looks of anger upon your eyes,
You gaze as me like I should die.
Yet, I did nothing to you,
Not a mutter of your name,
Not even an essence of you,
Yet, we play this foolish game,
And even talking about this brings up the refer of who you are,
I shall be ashamed,
For I know better that to play something that will never be done,
I lose because you certainly have won.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Denial

We are the ones who are forgetting,
We are the people who preach out in the streets, marching,
We are the identifiable people, who are in denial.
This isn't for everyone
But you know what I mean.
You have  your mask that can be instantly deceiving ,
Especially, when sniffed out.
When someone catches you scent,
You rip them apart,
Then, smack them down.
Yet, no one will believe the person whose been around,
because your like about,
yet, the unlikely will soon see who you truly are.
Until,  you start over again with a fresh batch.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Writing

What you write is not always what you mean,
It is based on a simple emotion,
You cannot express.
And not expressing it well.
You write for the tension,
That has risen to settle down,
As you think about your life events,
That could have angeried you,
Or continued on your marry way of happiness.
The hands that feeds,
Is the one that defeats a purpose.
Make up the words,
To soon encounter a fate.
Yet, it will be unwilling unknown to you,
For it is a subconquence as all.
Its not like you wanted to suppress the thought,
Which turns into a paper of self-worth,
Only because you never told the person how you felt.
Who would have known you would have done such a thing.
But, the next time I see you will be that last.
For it will be my final good-bye to my past.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Heart Felt: You haven't

Heart Felt: You haven't: For the first time in my life, I have no words to give out, I have no inspiration, I have no encouragements, I got nothing. Left, witho...

You haven't

For the first time in my life,
I have no words to give out,
I have no inspiration,
I have no encouragements,
I got nothing.
Left, without a care in the world,
Constantly, detaching myself from you,
It went from me to you,
To you to me,
From we to us,
Now, back to how it used to be
Which broke it down because it got too real,
Coming into a world that you can't handled,
Yet, it was meant to be this way.
With no sense of trust,
It reminds us of the evil,
We have to face everyday.
We live in a reality,
No one is reliable or trustworthy or have responsibility,
You would leave me stranded to keep yourself afloat,
Brought tears to these sunken eyes,
Never imagined you could be so cruel.
You would blame others,
Because you couldn't handle your own truths
You would rather lie than be who you were,
Now, your left searching for scraps,
As you look for home,
Through a him or a her of your choosing,
Because you would run away from the problems you caused for yourself.
Just to make yourself feel better.
Well, the truth in reality of my world,
Is to wake up,
There were no helping hands on my journey,
But you had plenty to choice from,
You feel loved and never taken for granted,
As I am the one left getting mocked,
You weren't hunted down and beaten,
You were never left with hatred in your heart,
Only because people would kiss the frown you walk on,
Yet, now as you feel your world crumbing down on you,
You have a right say, I'm angry,
You have no idea what anger is?
Because this is your beginning,
And not your last.
Stop complaining and face the one thing you haven't.
Because I am tired of the backlash,
Of a world you could never face.
Yet, I laugh and face another,
Because guess what,
I got used too it.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Give me something :D


As I give up the ending days to come.
I loss focus of life one by one.
As I receive nothing for what I've earned.
Working hard but getting no where.
Nothing life but emptiness to share.
Yet, nothing to spare.
Yet, I'm seen as a failure.
Trying with other than the clothes on my back.
We see that you can't take something back.
 No tears, no fears, no crying or dying.
If I saw you walking down the street would I lend a helping hand.
Would I, would I would???
That the question you must ask.
I would say look back, but never again.
When I look at you before as a friend.
I can't I will again.
Broken, beaten, and tragic...

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Being Real

It means to speak the truth,
Not the truth that hurts other feelings on purpose,
But truth that is the realness,
we constantly wait for.
It may not be in your family or friend, or a stranger,
The realness is a vibe
That gives people a way to understand who you are.
I stand here to speak the truth
The only truth,
Which is helped only by God.
We are in a need of something that can blow us away,
Open our eyes and realize it.
But, when someone is being real,
Listen because its the only way you can survive.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Heart Felt: Tired

Heart Felt: Tired: I can feel my legs, As they ache from the pain, Of exercise, That is suppose to be good for the body. Man i'm tired :(, Yet, I walk...

Tired

I can feel my legs,
As they ache from the pain,
Of exercise,
That is suppose to be good for the body.
Man i'm tired :(,
Yet, I walk with my head held high as I ache away through this day.
Sleepy I feel,
Yet, sleepy I become,
because the day has not begun,
Its over and done.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Us

The wind beneath my wings.
The reason I can fly.
Your the sweetest person in these eyes.
Beauty beyond compare.
Passion that needs no gain.
Your the only who is the fire to my flame.
I was weak,
but you gave me strength.
Inspiration turned to motivation,
To win you over.
As my heart skips a beat when your near.
The love we have makes me shed a tear.
Not, for that factors of personal property.
But, because their is truth in us.
You kept me from drowning
I can stand here and stay.
My first but not my last.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Wake Up

Do you understand?
Can you hear me?
Your not breathing,
As your body riot,
With the scars and bullet wounds left upon your chase,
As the sun rays beams on that aching flesh,
Sometimes you wonder if it is a dream or not,
You can't think or sleep for a while about it,
As the reality kicks in you scream about it,
Life it not an easy road to journey through,
Yet, your stuck here waiting to be renewed,
Define this,
How can one truly live or die,
Living with the choices that are truly lies,
As simply as this may seem to you,
Come difficulty for me,
For my truth is honesty,
And your is only but a dream.

Tree

Your branches are long and strong,
It can make many fires for campers,
or homeless people who need to stay warm.
Your leaves are beautiful,
as the seasons come,
they change wonderfully,
until winter comes,
you slowly start to die.
You keep life in you,
with the animals you protect,
day in and out.
They need your warms that is strong.
Your standing there for years on end,
until you die.
Another one with be here waiting again.

Society

I wrote these words to explain a destination.
Growth becomes our hunger,
And it seems like our human nature.
To feel as,
We are able to wonder about the facts of life.
Even, though we can't truly define,
What it is, we are looking into.
This day would come,
as I am wrapped up in the pit of pity.
Wondering why I never got this far until now.
But I was waiting, for you take me by the hand.
As we danced the night away in the moon light.
You see the sparkle in my eyes.
As my beauty is more beastly then most.
Inside and out.
Nothing, is more than a pain in my thorn.
Never knowing that mourn has come to the living.
In a world, when you can't find your own path.
Keep searching as my father's voice is constantly in my ear.
Waiting for the next direction.
In this emptiness of society that tries to be my world.
But, it does not define.
It does not give me light.
It does not bring the joy, I have wonders about everyday.
So, I live as I breathe, for it might be my last day.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

"What a pity"

Feeling sorry aren't we,
Look your crying,
Pools of tears,
That feel the air with sorrow.
Waiting for a new day,
Too start tomorrow.
We find ourselves to be,
in another place.
Giving each other nothing but lies.
Nothing, is really that important or serious.
I feel myself failing,
waiting, waiting, waiting,
where are you??
I see, now
What a pity,
From here till now.

Saturday, January 12, 2013

I knew this day would come

I knew this day would come,
When we would be in this arena.
Walking through the door,
Challenge one another,
With a battle of wits,
That leads to us,
Fighting to the death.
I knew this day would come,
When we would glare,
Staring down one another without a care,
Stress filling the air with anger.
Leaving us both not a fan.
I knew this day would come,
Blanks upon blanks,
Being left with nothing.

Words

Haven't found the words to say what I was really thinking.
The things, I think of would leave you weighing.
By the amount of time we have left to see.
To see, wither or not I am in your well - being.
Never felt like I was that important in your eyes.
Never saw you as an equal.
Never even thought you loved me,
Because you do the opposite,
Or you need something from me.
Never felt nothing but stings of emptiness.
I feel completely empty when your around.
Only, to be able to see nothing is here.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Waiting

Trapped in a cage.
Singing about the blues,
Wondering when the time,
leading to the minutes,
to hours,
to days,
Until time stops,
And its the end of your days.