Fear A dreadful thing that sits inside of us Something that breaks others but builds the rest
Fear That dark corner inside of your mind that reminds you of your inhibitions That's constantly telling you what you can't do And because of this most of us won't even make an effort toward it The decision was made when the voice spoke up
Fear The quitters way out The comfort blanket that suffocates our daring spirits The reason why most of us never take a chance in life And would rather sit on the sidelines and become a spectator A job thats not entertaining nor fulfilling But still pleases that dark little voice
Fear Some people feed off of others fear Using it to their advantage to get their heart's desires Abuse others insecurities and manipulate the poor victim But really who is to blame for this Oh surely most would say the attacker but that is not it That would be an ignorant statement The real person of blame is the one being played They could stand up against the attacker but why don't they All because of fear
Fear Overpowering the cowardly And holding them back from their true potential Locking people in situations they never should've been apart of Something that makes people fret over how they are seen Something that has people looking over their shoulder everyday of their lives An emotion that has people anxious for no apparent reason
Fear Something that can break a man Crumble someone's glass made shell Bring out the worst in people or what others describe as "true colors" A reason why most people tolerate others From the fear of being alone Of being judged Of not fitting in
Fear The reason why most people bite their tongue Why a lot hold back on expressing themselves But my question: How long will you let fear keep hold on you? Will you stop it today or just wait til you bite the dust? Will you control fear or is fear going to forever control you?
He wears a smile, covering the cracks in his soul. He feels it like a hurricane,a photograph is all it takes. With the tears rushing down his face,the memories seep into every crack. Funny how when you try to forget it, it all comes back. He looks up and whispers, “Never let me go.” All his friends tell him he should move on. There’s no relief. Her face is like a melody, it won't leave his head. He’s scared that she won’t be waiting on the other side. There’s no relief. Pain like daggers rips through his heart, leaving it bare like the other half of his soul. No light, no light in those dark blue eyes. Let’s go back to the start.
When he found her, she never really wanted love. He told her, “Right here. I swear this is where you're meant to be.” “Don’t you see you can try to fight it, but it’s meant to be.” He broke down her walls, letting all her emotions fall. She never felt love like this before. Memories come rushing in again, pushing his mind deeper, deeper into staggering pain. He remembers sweet summer nights, with her laughter filling the air. He remembers long conversations about whatever came to mind. He remembers a passionate love. Now it is nothing more than a memory. A memory that tortures him. One that fills him with grief & sorrow. The pain is hard to take. It seems like a heavy choice to make. Now he is under. It’s so cold but so sweet. He whispers, “I’m not giving up, I’m just giving in.”
I remember the first time I held my goddaughter Anastasia for the first time I was so happy and anxious to meet her. When they called me when I was in school and told me that she was here I cried the tears coming down my eyes were tears of joy I couldn’t believe it, it was the most wonderful moment of my life. I had to wait a couple of weeks to finally spend time with her and hold her. I knew exactly the moment I held her she was going to be my main responsibility she means everything to me I will do anything for her. I began to tell myself that I would do anything in my power to protect her and that was my promise forever. I thank god everyday for me being a godmother of a wonderful, amazing, beautiful baby she was great. Now that she is 11 months and she is walking and her teeth is coming in I still treat her like my little baby as I did when she was first born. The nickname that I have given her when she was a baby was my bonita (which means pretty in Spanish). Now that she can walk she wants to go everywhere on her own, she dose not like when people pick her up anymore she use to like to be held all the time now she doesn’t, I realized that my god daughter is no longer little anymore she becoming a little lady. Since she not a baby anymore im going to get her a little car that she can drive on her own for her birthday, loves her toys. She is my world I can’t imagine my life without her. Time flies so fast I cant believe she going 1 years old on Columbus Day.
9 weeks ago, I walked off the airplane and was in another country. I looked around and saw the ‘favourites’ and ‘colour’. It was pretty obvious that I landed in beautiful London, England. Two months earlier I was blessed with a sixteenth birthday present of a week in London and Paris with my Aunt. Throughout my 16 years of living I have been out of the country four times and was ready to add England to the list. I was speechless, the tiny houses and the nicest people. We hopped on the Piccadilly tube line (London’s version of the subway) and headed towards Earl’s Court. When we walked out of the station you can see the big blue box. There it was, just like it looked in Doctor Who. The telephone box was something my Aunt insisted I take a picture with. So I bite my lip and smiled. I had woken up at 4:30 am (American time) and landed around 6 pm (England time). I was really tired, especially because London is five hours ahead. My trip was all types of spectacular. I saw the majestic Abbey Westminster and the legendary No. 1 Court from Wimbledon. I finally visited “Madame Tussauds” and saw the Avengers, Justin Timberlake, and the queen...Beyonce. I wholeheartedly believe that I am Princess Diana incarnated. So visiting where “in a past life” I used to live is something only several people get to do. I toured the Kensington Palace. To realize that people actually live the fairytale and spend their time in several palaces, is an awesome realizations. We even took a day trip to Paris and eat a meal in the tip of the Eiffel Tower. I looked over Paris and it was something you dream about doing. I saw the beauty of France and really took in the city of Love. My trip was truly extraordinary and I would not have traded it for a sweet sixteen birthday party. I did everything, except the London Eye (not a fan of ferris wheels). I even eat probably the best pizza in the entire world and I have been to Italy.
“It was today, two Decembers ago…” I said to my best friend, my only friend, Louis. He was looking at me with his blue eyes, big with curiosity and expectancy. I had never told anyone my story because nobody ever asked me. I was told in school I was a hopeless fool, always mentally disabled so unstable. I was told to never bother in life and to just give up and kill myself by my peers. All because of 1 rumour started by the head cheerleader. She thought I stole her boyfriend and slept with him. But nobody knew I was still a virgin. They all believed I was the “whore” of the school, and slept with every guy I saw. Just because Madison, the head cheerleader, tweeted about it. Everyone always believes the popular girl. Nobody knows my deepest, darkest secret; I’ve hidden it for about two years now and I don’t think anyone has found out. Two years ago, today, was the day I tried to kill myself. I can admit it wasn’t the best decision, but I can’t help it when I have the blade in my fingers. It’s like all my sense leaves my body when it’s actually a possibility to do so.
“Tweety, Tweety! Come on… continue” Louis was waving his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention as I experienced flashbacks. I shook my head and remembered what I was doing. Louis’ annoying nickname snapped me back into reality and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, and I was just about to continue my story when someone pushed into me from behind. They snickered as they did it and I was jolted forward and pushed into Louis’ chest. I expected him to nudge me away but he held me close and turned to yell at the person who did it.
Fear
ReplyDeleteA dreadful thing that sits inside of us
Something that breaks others but builds the rest
Fear
That dark corner inside of your mind that reminds you of your inhibitions
That's constantly telling you what you can't do
And because of this most of us won't even make an effort toward it
The decision was made when the voice spoke up
Fear
The quitters way out
The comfort blanket that suffocates our daring spirits
The reason why most of us never take a chance in life
And would rather sit on the sidelines and become a spectator
A job thats not entertaining nor fulfilling
But still pleases that dark little voice
Fear
Some people feed off of others fear
Using it to their advantage to get their heart's desires
Abuse others insecurities and manipulate the poor victim
But really who is to blame for this
Oh surely most would say the attacker but that is not it
That would be an ignorant statement
The real person of blame is the one being played
They could stand up against the attacker but why don't they
All because of fear
Fear
Overpowering the cowardly
And holding them back from their true potential
Locking people in situations they never should've been apart of
Something that makes people fret over how they are seen
Something that has people looking over their shoulder everyday of their lives
An emotion that has people anxious for no apparent reason
Fear
Something that can break a man
Crumble someone's glass made shell
Bring out the worst in people or what others describe as "true colors"
A reason why most people tolerate others
From the fear of being alone
Of being judged
Of not fitting in
Fear
The reason why most people bite their tongue
Why a lot hold back on expressing themselves
But my question: How long will you let fear keep hold on you?
Will you stop it today or just wait til you bite the dust?
Will you control fear or is fear going to forever control you?
He wears a smile, covering the cracks in his soul.
ReplyDeleteHe feels it like a hurricane,a photograph is all it takes.
With the tears rushing down his face,the memories seep into every crack.
Funny how when you try to forget it, it all comes back.
He looks up and whispers, “Never let me go.”
All his friends tell him he should move on.
There’s no relief.
Her face is like a melody, it won't leave his head.
He’s scared that she won’t be waiting on the other side.
There’s no relief.
Pain like daggers rips through his heart, leaving it bare like the other half of his soul.
No light, no light in those dark blue eyes.
Let’s go back to the start.
When he found her, she never really wanted love.
He told her, “Right here. I swear this is where you're meant to be.”
“Don’t you see you can try to fight it, but it’s meant to be.”
He broke down her walls, letting all her emotions fall.
She never felt love like this before.
Memories come rushing in again, pushing his mind deeper, deeper into staggering pain.
He remembers sweet summer nights, with her laughter filling the air.
He remembers long conversations about whatever came to mind.
He remembers a passionate love.
Now it is nothing more than a memory.
A memory that tortures him.
One that fills him with grief & sorrow.
The pain is hard to take.
It seems like a heavy choice to make.
Now he is under.
It’s so cold but so sweet.
He whispers, “I’m not giving up, I’m just giving in.”
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ReplyDeleteI remember the first time I held my goddaughter Anastasia for the first time I was so happy and anxious to meet her. When they called me when I was in school and told me that she was here I cried the tears coming down my eyes were tears of joy I couldn’t believe it, it was the most wonderful moment of my life. I had to wait a couple of weeks to finally spend time with her and hold her. I knew exactly the moment I held her she was going to be my main responsibility she means everything to me I will do anything for her. I began to tell myself that I would do anything in my power to protect her and that was my promise forever. I thank god everyday for me being a godmother of a wonderful, amazing, beautiful baby she was great. Now that she is 11 months and she is walking and her teeth is coming in I still treat her like my little baby as I did when she was first born. The nickname that I have given her when she was a baby was my bonita (which means pretty in Spanish). Now that she can walk she wants to go everywhere on her own, she dose not like when people pick her up anymore she use to like to be held all the time now she doesn’t, I realized that my god daughter is no longer little anymore she becoming a little lady. Since she not a baby anymore im going to get her a little car that she can drive on her own for her birthday, loves her toys. She is my world I can’t imagine my life without her. Time flies so fast I cant believe she going 1 years old on Columbus Day.
ReplyDelete9 weeks ago, I walked off the airplane and was in another country. I looked around and saw the ‘favourites’ and ‘colour’. It was pretty obvious that I landed in beautiful London, England. Two months earlier I was blessed with a sixteenth birthday present of a week in London and Paris with my Aunt. Throughout my 16 years of living I have been out of the country four times and was ready to add England to the list.
ReplyDeleteI was speechless, the tiny houses and the nicest people. We hopped on the Piccadilly tube line (London’s version of the subway) and headed towards Earl’s Court. When we walked out of the station you can see the big blue box. There it was, just like it looked in Doctor Who. The telephone box was something my Aunt insisted I take a picture with. So I bite my lip and smiled. I had woken up at 4:30 am (American time) and landed around 6 pm (England time). I was really tired, especially because London is five hours ahead.
My trip was all types of spectacular. I saw the majestic Abbey Westminster and the legendary No. 1 Court from Wimbledon. I finally visited “Madame Tussauds” and saw the Avengers, Justin Timberlake, and the queen...Beyonce.
I wholeheartedly believe that I am Princess Diana incarnated. So visiting where “in a past life” I used to live is something only several people get to do. I toured the Kensington Palace. To realize that people actually live the fairytale and spend their time in several palaces, is an awesome realizations.
We even took a day trip to Paris and eat a meal in the tip of the Eiffel Tower. I looked over Paris and it was something you dream about doing. I saw the beauty of France and really took in the city of Love.
My trip was truly extraordinary and I would not have traded it for a sweet sixteen birthday party. I did everything, except the London Eye (not a fan of ferris wheels). I even eat probably the best pizza in the entire world and I have been to Italy.
“It was today, two Decembers ago…” I said to my best friend, my only friend, Louis. He was looking at me with his blue eyes, big with curiosity and expectancy. I had never told anyone my story because nobody ever asked me. I was told in school I was a hopeless fool, always mentally disabled so unstable. I was told to never bother in life and to just give up and kill myself by my peers. All because of 1 rumour started by the head cheerleader. She thought I stole her boyfriend and slept with him. But nobody knew I was still a virgin. They all believed I was the “whore” of the school, and slept with every guy I saw. Just because Madison, the head cheerleader, tweeted about it. Everyone always believes the popular girl. Nobody knows my deepest, darkest secret; I’ve hidden it for about two years now and I don’t think anyone has found out. Two years ago, today, was the day I tried to kill myself. I can admit it wasn’t the best decision, but I can’t help it when I have the blade in my fingers. It’s like all my sense leaves my body when it’s actually a possibility to do so.
ReplyDelete“Tweety, Tweety! Come on… continue” Louis was waving his hand in front of my face trying to get my attention as I experienced flashbacks. I shook my head and remembered what I was doing. Louis’ annoying nickname snapped me back into reality and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, and I was just about to continue my story when someone pushed into me from behind. They snickered as they did it and I was jolted forward and pushed into Louis’ chest. I expected him to nudge me away but he held me close and turned to yell at the person who did it.
I have bars
ReplyDeleteMarvin the Martian
space jam flow
Jordan Brand
Always got the heat
And jays on meet
Preston the man
always with plan
keep it spinning and turning like a fan
1000 bars in running
always hunting
like cane stunning
spitting fire like a dragon
bars so sick you can’t even imagine
whats life without a waggon
police brutattily
no repect for the other race
Its always a race