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Sunday, July 31, 2011

W's of Woman

And WHAT they WANT



Some girls WANT good hair.

Nice. Shiny.

They may spend hours perfecting it.

Curling it. Coloring it.

For WHAT?

And hour around a guy.

WHO in fact, gives no shit WHAT-so-ever.



Some woman WANT material things.

Jewelry. To stand out and be an envy to her friends.

Nice clothes to hid themselves.

Cute cars to show off.

When in fact, no one pays attention.



Some ladies WANT the popularity.

And would do anything for it.

While really, they have no friends.

At least ones that actually like them.



WHAT I WANT

Is to know.

I WANT knowledge.

I WANT understanding.

I WANT to know.



WHO.

I.

AM.



WHO-I'm supposed to be

WHY-I'm here

WHAT- I'm meant to do

And

WHEN- I'll…Know.



Fair god mom, figure that one out.

Goodluck.



That’s. my.

WISH.



7.31.11

Obvious enough?


Pure




What is pureness?

Not the definition, but how can we understand what is pure.



Is a new born pure and innocent

Or simply inexperienced and untested



Can you be pure at heart or mind

Differently or separate

Or is pureness overall



Winnable.

Everyone knows you can loose purity,

If you had it, but can you gain purity



Fighting in a war.

Telling truth of a lie.

Sharing some love.

Do these things bring purity



This makes me wonder.



Maybe perfection isn’t what we're in search for

Perfect. Brings such dull thoughts.



Possibly pure is what we are in strive for.



Maybe that’s where the good comes from.



Taking the idea of

Karma.

To a whole.

New.

Level.



By doing good things to out weigh the bad.



Simple thought.

Hard to do.



All these sayings, we've heard a million times, applied to life, a million times,

But ever once have we thought about the deeper possible meanings.



My point Is,

 there must be some goal to life.



Life itself.



One.

Common.

Goal.

Maybe if we could just figure it out

We could accomplish something in life.





Pure.

Power.

Beauty.

Material.

Love.

Satisfaction.

Accomplishment.

Perfection.

Admiration.

All things we LIVE for.

Things we FIGHT for.

Like we actually can control where or who these things favor.



What about the appearance

Of

Pure.



7.31.11


Luck Is An Easy Game




Life comes with no signs

Only chances

Life doesn’t include happiness

Only choices



Miracles are rare but so is

True love.



Coincidence I think that isn't



But now that I've found you



How can I not believe?



Love is what you are to me



But how hard love is in everyway



Especially in terms of



Attempting to word it



In a lousy poem.



7.23.11


Saturday, July 23, 2011

Endurance





This world I've lived in all along with you,

Whom I did belong

We passed another, day by day

And yet a passing glance we did not pay



For you, before, I never gave a care

And talk to you, only once did I dare.



I threw myself at you,

While neither of us had a clue.



But then, you changed me,

And gave me so much more to be.



For that I thank you, and move on,

But you were very far from gone.



You told me all about your past,

All the sadness you endured

How people judge you now,

All that you’ve become is just absurd



You, I just don’t get

Feeling you must fix the world when I'm upset



You are perfect in every way,
And just from you, the time of day

Is all that I can ask

Though to you that may seem a too simple task



I not only love you because you love me,

I love you because its me that you see



Christopher, you confuse me, all that you've been through

And all I've seen, you and us is all so new



My only wish is that we could be a grand guarantee

To be one happy family



But there isn't is there?

That doesn’t mean I don’t have my love to share

But this burden I worry and bare



How could the 2 of us have been so charmed,

When we both grew up so majorly harmed



I'm not sure we can,

But your still apart of my future plan



7.23.11


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Believe




You guide me

Stood beside me

Whispered telling stories to me



All I wanted to do

Was believe



Miracles you showed to me

Rising my desires

Harm you let me peek upon
Growing dependence to you.



Then you'd crush my dreams

And smash my hopes

When promises were broken

I was lower than when we'd begun

The stories

The lies

All because,

I believed.



7.17.11