His Love

Another day of watching lives cover themselves with dirt

But we would be so much more if we could chip away the hurt

Pain gives us a new face

Pain tells us to give up the race

We welcome pain because we know it well

Pain is there to tell us we are going through hell

If we could only see there is something bigger then pain

If we could only see the One who reigns

He sits high above the thing that cripple us the most

He says He has the right to sit and brag and boast

Because He has freed the ultimate sinner

And He said we all could be winners

If we but choose the path He long ago set for us

One rule to love Him and it is a must

He gentle reminds us of His present

He whispers His love to the peasant 

How good it is to be in His mighty hand

To see His power crash upon the sand

His love is never failing 

His love keeps me sailing

Firecracker

How did it feel

When you saw you weren't real?

I bet you couldn't speak

I bet your knees became weak

Like a puppet you were mastered

Like a drunk you got plastered

To bad you forgot your lines

To bad you forgot to give the right signs

But on the other hand

You won't feel so grand

Unless you become a fool

And grab the right tool

And wrench yourself into the greatest liar

I'll be d***** if thats your greatest desire

I only speak with acts I see

To tell truth, I should charge a fee

Cuz' honesty comes with a price

It is not by chance you roll lucky dice

We only gamble bcuz we don't have the right cards

We take the path of deception cuz the other is to hard

You could of walked away 

Without wasted words to say

You show that people are ***** bags

That will leave you bleeding without rags

Like a firecracker you gave a great show

There you stood with a five second glow

But in the end you were there and gone

Forgotten like a "One Hit Wonder" song

You and your Vainness hahahah

So I am writing this to say if you think a poem that I write is about you, your probably wrong in many cases and if you think that you know what or who I am talking about in a poem, your probably wrong again. SO in conclusion alot of poems just pop up randomly in my head and I start writing without actually having a certain person in mind. Grant it, I do write about certain people but I will def let you know if you are one of them. These rules apply to most ,saving the exception of (Jen) ,who knows what and who I am talking about most of the time.  So no more worries. O and one more FF (fun fact) although my poems are sad and you might think I am depressed, I am not. I am very far from depression...thank God. I just like to write sad things because it is the easiest way to express that emotion for me. WOw I could go on and on and on but I choose life and sleep. so good night world of the web:)

I Understand

I am standing soaked from the morning's dew

Words amount nothing but I have a few

I regret how I only thought about me

I regret that I chose not to see

I now see it in your eyes

Those eyes that cries

Freedom from the sinful chains

A thrist only quenched by the rains

I now realize the strength it took

To give it all up for only a few looks

You had to break yourself down

To hear the Heavenly Father's sound

You had to give up me 

So only God you could see

I hope to not be bitter or sour

To love again I hope I have the power

Thank you for the wake up call

Thank you for putting up the wall

Not I must put you and your memory to rest

Losing you was defintely the best

Let Your "Yes" be "Yes."

I see your lies swirl around
I see it turning things upside down
I see your crooked lives built by deceit
So here it goes again, your sins repeat
You seat in a pew with lies dripping down like sweat
You say you dried yourself with the truth but you stand soaking wet
Your slowly drowning in your ways
But there you stand letting truth sway
How much longer can you preach
No longer do my ears you reach
I am sorry it came down to this
Will you recover? I can only wish
I didn't know your chains were so tight
But you gave up the truthful fight
Times change
We all rearrange
You taught me that true colors will show through
Honesty is only a trait of a few
Your outside can be dressed perfectly in white
But your words will slowly taint yourself black as night.

My Motto

Why enter the grave beautiful and clean?
Why not enter worning out and making a scene?
Let us use these bodies to the fullest extreme!

Everyday should be an adventure we stumble upon
We should not hope for an easy way all along
Or what fun would it be to die to a boring song.

I want my tombstone to say "she died doing what she loved"
Although it took a lot of work and even being shoved.
But in the end I just want to make it to the Heavenly place above.

So I can sit and look back on a life that was crazy
Not a life that was dull dark and hazy
Nor do I want to be called the one that was lazy

Live everyday like it was a blast
For tomorrow could be your last
Time races on to fast

Take everything that you were taught
Knowing that good times are what you sought
Live, Laugh, Love is a great disease that you got

Hahahaha ewww

There it is only seen by the naked eye

How it got there only makes me sigh

It should of never happened in my car

How it happened, well it is very bizarre 

It took five minutes and a couple of drinks

I only hope diseases will not find its links

Sanitary supplies and gloves are what I seek

To filter out the seats that reek

A innocent place tainted by an act

No longer fit to place a sincere tract

This poem is only meant for a few laughs

Or for me to remember to never take out the trash

Who needs Sleep?

Ok people this is not a poem, this is a random "not a lot of thought put into this" blog. 

The other morning around 4 a.m. I was thinking that sleep is not that necessary, yes you can disagree with me and say how unhealthy it is and blah blah but after a few years of having very little sleep, your body regulates and you get very use to it. Sleep cuts out on so much of life. I have done some of my greatest thinking at 3 or 4 in the morning. Grant it, I do not remember it the next day unless I write it down, still it has taught me that sleep is just a thing that waste life. I would say that not all sleep is bad but why do we need to sleep for 8 hours? We don't, I can sleep for 3 to 4 hours get up and do everything and more that day then if I would of slept for 8 hours. Maybe it is all in my mind but I think there is some truth to it. So now I shall stop my rant about sleep and go do something uselful:) 

Freedom Cut To Short

The adventure of a life time

We didn't worry about a stop sign

All we wanted was to be free of a small town

We ran out and nothing could keep us down

We shot out the city lights 

We were ready for new sights

We were going nowhere

Hoping to find somewhere 

A hundred miles and we had to turn back

Because freedom and time is what we lack

We slowly turned around

The music made no sound

The small town called us back home

Saying we could no longer roam