My TOP 5 Facebook status posts

1.Every breath is a gift, every step is a lift, every kiss is love, every day is a present.Every time I see you it's like the very first time, every time you around me I wish you were mine...everyone knows that every ounce of your love means everything to me.

2. So lick your lips and you wait for whats next, I have your mind gasping with suspense like an adulteress anticipating sex.
Each word you see,read and interpret is an offspring of my very being.
Behind these brain patterns and neurons lies a characteristic you have never seen

3. I have to throw a punchline,for you to see in the morning like sunshine.
Before you start the day take a moment and read it.
You will never know when you might needed, when your days all completed and your systems feeling kind of depleted,just know love and a smile is what you need to feed it.Nothing can ever get you down losing it's conceding.
Remember my words they can die on facebook but in your heart they can never be deleted.

4. It is Freedom day but I am still in captivity

5.I feed off your hunger, your lustful demise shall be the life of the party, your body's temple shall be my playground,I will explore and discover the monotony seeping through your eyes, the windows to your thoughts, yes, your closed mind shut tightly by your eye lids.My angel, It is you the devil dances with and yet the tread the forsaken land called the dance floor.

6.When the smoke and rubble settles all that's left is the residue of love and hate.

7. Take a walk down memory lane and you might get knocked over.Let go of the past and embrace the present!!!

8. Sometimes you need to be big enough to realize how small you really are.

9. Starting over something I have become accustomed to but losing everything is something I can never get use to.

10. Life is not worth living if you a not "alive", sometimes I scream just to know I am still breathing

Thought Process

When time is running out the worst place you can be is right on the starting line.
Some of us get an early start but that ultimately leads to an early finish.

A few people just choose to run forever not concerned about whether the race is over or not. We are aware of certain things that should remain our guidelines but yet we don't abide by our own understanding.

I try to avoid a fictitious life by a striving to reach a humble sense of wisdom, it's my self righteous suicidal nature that leaves me fighting for everyone else Liberation.

It's hard for me to turn my back on you, looking out for number was never my strong point.I will definitely get hurt in the process but my reward is the smile I see on your faces when things are finally going right .

So I choose not to run, I choose not to race, I will be the person that picks you up when you fall before the finish line.The face you see when you look up might not be the one you expected, life is a hurdle so dust your pants and get over it.

My wealth comes from love, as long at you love, the world can not offer anything better.I have made mistakes , some would much rather linger on it but would much let it linger.

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Lost Girl

There is a hole in her heart, It lies heavy with doubt.
Her emotions are imprisoned in her ,head suddenly her thoughts want out.

She holds a brave face
but her eyes carry a sadness that her mascara cannot erase.

She cannot move even though she wants to.
She stares in the mirror looking for the girl she once new.

She scratches deep and bleeds underneath the surface.
She wants to run but her feet cannot find the purpose.

What is she running from and why is she standing.
Is it a sorrow or does she find life just too demanding.

A thugs love

A SAD GANSTA ONCE CRIED, HER LOVE FOR ME HAS DIED. A GIRL HE ONCE HAD, LEFT HIM FEELING SAD. AT NIGHT HE LOOKS UP AT THE SKY HE TRIES TO HIDE HIS SADNESS BY GETTING HIGH. HE PUTS THE 38 TO HIS HEAD THINKIN HE WAS BETTER OFF DEAD, THE WEED BURNS HIS LIP,AS HE HOLDS THE JOINT BY THE TIP, A TEAR GOES DOWN HIS FACE, AS HE HOLDS THE GUN IN PLACE, HE PULLS. THE TRIGGER THE BULLET CUTS THROUGH LIKE A KNIVE, HE LAYS IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD, HE HAS TAKEN HIS LIFE, HE WROTE A NOTE, AND PUT IT IN HIS HAND, TELLING HER HE THOUGHT HE WAS HER ONLY MAN I SAW THE NOTE AND TOOK THIS QUOTE: THIS IS WHAT IT READ, "THIS BLOOD I SHED, IS FROM A BULLET TO THE HEAD OVER AND OVER I CRIED AND CRIED, WITH ME ALL OUR MEMORIES HAVE DIED, OUR LOVE I TRIED TO SAVE IT DID NOT HAPPEN SO I TAKE IT WITH ME TO THE GRAVE

A Fools Logic

A wise man sees failure as progress a fool divorces his knowledge then misses the logic and loses his soul in the process.

Obsessed with nonsense with a character that has no content.
A fools defense is his offense but neglects to see that this pattern is constant.

We are all fools to a certain extent,it's life's little experiment and the outcome is evident,it is up to the wise to determine what's relevant.

Just a Though

We try living a simple life but ironically it seems harder to live. Are we holding ourselves in captivity, is there some kind of unexplainable force or is it something completely obvious. Can we really avoid unhappiness, life seems to have more downs than ups, don't you think? Well, we can try to adopt a positive attitude, truthfully it's only a matter of time until the next dose of sadness comes knocking at your birthday party ,so to speak. Yes, we can look at the good things life has to offer but does that honestly stop the pain? Most of us have been through some really testing times and might want to prefer to gouge the eyes out of the concept called reality. People in our lives make life worth leaving I do not disagree but it's an endless cycle, never finding stability. So is being happy feeling happy and looking the part the rest of the other time? What is really going on in your head right now? Are you really happy? If so, what kind of happiness is it and will it last? I think we should embrace what we have for the moment and make it count because we don't know when it might be taken away from us and sometimes it never returns.

Be Free

It's the dawn of a new era. Trend seems to be scarves that have nothing to do with the war on terror. Maybe it’s better to forget, let’s give everybody a second chance. Goodbye BBC, MTV has news of the latest dance. Are we that ignorant not to see what the real case is. The man on the TV seems to know it and throws it to our faces. His wealth was built by your sweat of cause ....yet he tells you this wealth will never be yours. We are all striving to be different and the result is... we all just the same. So much has been lost in life but to you and I this is just a game. I think that we have become socially retarded. Our values in life have been left emotionally discarded There is a voice of reason; fuck the media storm… my choice is treason. I refuse to change with the seasons; I will stand tall like the faith of Jesus. I will not be quite, I will cause a riot, persecute me like Pontis Pilot no…… I won’t be silent Even if I have to stand alone and hold a silver microphone, screaming to the world and I won’t stop until I’m heard. I am willing to sacrifice to free your mind from this depressing device, listen, and hear my advice. It cuts deep like a jaggered knife; my aim is not to kill but to save your life.

The Deadly Harvest

Our hands do what our eyes have seen. Our mind bares a burden that only our conscious can clean. What we think we sow is sometimes scattered all around. From hills to valley but many may not even reach the ground. Even if they're good seeds we throw the bad may still grow and so and so our thoughts may go. How the roots got infested is our fault somehow. We are left eventually with no choice but to plough. Occasionally the rain may fall and the crop may grow tall However, too much rain makes it hard for others to gain. Only the bad weeds living amongst the sad trees are to remain. It’s kind of similar to what we feel in life when we live amongst wickedness and strife. Worse is some of us may want to blame the people between us but truthfully this evil lies within us. We are the ones who cultivate these deeds just like the farmer we couldn’t tell between the seeds. It’s then under the circumstance we show our stature surviving the seasons of life but not falling to its capture. Whether or not it’s good seeds we grow , it’s you that is in control.

Your Equal

We met at an awkward time Your predicament was the same as mine, Both deserted by our lovers, who we would soon start to see through, Who would of thought today our hearts would be each others equal. They say If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were, Even after many obstacles our love would never deter. We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. and you will come to understand that love heals everything Eventually In the end love is all there is.......

The Room

There is this little room inside of me.It's empty, dark and lonely.The windows are made from crystal but they do not break.the room gets bigger while the space gets smaller.There is no furniture only a long wooden chair.time does not exist in this place but It can surely run out.There is an airy chill that haunts the room.I hear voices outside but they make no sense.I want to scream for help but what good will it do.they are trapped too, looking straight at you.

Heat Wave

Deep I sink into the desert sands No life is found within these arid lands. The surface of my feet ,proceed through the curses of this heat. It's nearly unbearable to endure. The site of flowing element ,my strides and life will secure. It’s not any different to a burning hell The pupils in my eyes are turning pale. Hope has died and the angels have cried, My destiny seems dim glancing through the hazy views of tears I’m within. Death is the only thing certain, a waterless ocean my life is my curtain.

The reign of my pain

When will it ever stop,I've watched it fall countlessly drop after drop. Its cold i can feel it creeping inside my bones. It only gets worse you can see it seep amongst the stones. Why do i doubt sunlight o' the negative aura. The window panes are small... but my pain only grows taller. The empathy i feel looks towards the sky,I feel your pain but the difference is when it rains.... its you who gets to cry

Nothing

nothing feels better than being loved...but how do you love someone who feels nothing?how can we live with something that counts for nothing, when everything matters no one ever really cares but yet we lose so much from the things we gain ,like our lives lessons that we've learnt from pain.why is there a constant emptyness even when we are truelly happy?

Letting Go

Sometimes when we move we have to leave things behind. It's not always a good feeling but you need to read between the lines. We search for something new because we can live within past. We can pretend to be happy but our emotions are just a mask People change but sometimes the situation remains the same. Sometimes no matter how hard we try our relationship just becomes a name when things cannot be fixed do we just give up and move on. or are we just scared to admit that person was the right one all along? I have to leave or else i will never be able to know. It will be hard for but I cant be with you anymore. The pain of no longer having you in my life,is one that's hard for me to bare. you have grown so much baby you no longer need me there. It's not the time for me I hope you understand ,I just wanted you to know it was a honour being your man