Just a Thought

Stepping Stones

The first casted stone was not of innocence 

it was sheltered in the lies of flowers that was fermented from moss,

ingrown into the tallest building that covered pretty lies of encouragement.

The second stone tossed to the waters

That were the clearest and purest of things in the built city of aggrevated penitence.

But was only made that way by the tears shed after the truth shown itself full and had to hide it so the waters could stay clean

A Sacrifice

The third and final stone was tossed to the clear skies above where the stars and full moon resided. 

No one knowing that those same stars were of the fallen spirits of the world and the moon their guardian of the sky who watched saddened by the mistakes of the very world it watchs grow and die.

Its widened eyes and sheet white outer area calling out in tears calling the winds and grasping the stars causing the false wishes of the public below.

Just a Thought

The fact that I am even feeling this way is beyond me.

The passion has left and left me to just dwell in unfortunate factors of LIFE in general.

Am I over reacting when I feel I am to old to deal with the drama of my generation, I sit their watching like an outsider hoping to hop on the Fan-wagon but instead I am surrounded by so much ignorance...

its disgusting

I pray for better days, for young adults like me, and before me to wake up and not see this unfortunate events that has been happening begrudgingly. 

The purpose and passion is gone. Not that it matters because all these kids think about is ***ing rap songs

with lyrics that are repetitive and talks about false money

hoes new shoes and clothes and i am not even joking

nothing pertaining to struggle or even uplifting, hope i am not going to fast. 

These lyrics and shouting, these people who brag. 

I got money s...

Held Back

 When tears appear do you think that its automatically from saddness or is it from something much deeper.

Are you truly deep down so torn down that the water leaks from your eyes and takes every once of life that you have

something that pushes you to the deep deep deep end of the pool of depression that even suicide looks like a open nursey book. 

No thats not something to dwell on right?

A halo is shinning directly next to you, do you see it brightly shimmering in the moonlite night?

No then maybe it might be something with  a trick of the light. Yeah it may be...

Just feeling the outright reach of things that confused and sadden me. 

Bond by word, vowed by rings, held back tears. 

A bleeding heart was nerve wrecking and born at the same. 

Was making the choice I made a good one

Or was I just accepting something that could cause a lot of sorrow in the long run.