If I am silent, it means i am in unspeakable pain. If I am silent it means I am screaming at the top of my lungs yet no one can hear me. If I am silent i have locked my self in my mind with the one person that knows all my secrets. If I am silent know i want to speak but i jus don’t know how.
insane is her every thought, perfect is her every flaw, scarred is her broken heart, but in her eyes i still see the stars, for her soul is my universe, and no matter how much it hurts, i hope gravity will let us fall, in a love that conquers all
i know your heart belongs to someone else…but still i loved you….you’ve caused me the most heart ache i’ve ever felt….but still i loved you…i know one day you’ll feel what i felt…but will i love you then? if not you can always jus pretend.
Jus My Thoughts Ladies & Gentlemen, Jus How I'm Feeling At The Time.
sometimes i jus feel so alone…i mean i know i have people who love me and all that jazz but it feels as if i’m only relevant to them when i’m physically around or when they need something, after that it’s as if we don’t even know each other, and yea i understand they have lives to live but i jus want to feel like a part of it, maybe it’e because i view them as priorities but they have priorities of their own or cause they think i’ll always be around or maybe i’m simply jus boring but i’m a nice guy and they don’t want to hurt my feelings so they pretend like i exist whenever it’s convenient to them. i’m jus tired of the unanswered text messages, the missed calls that never get a respond meanwhile you’re on facebook, twitter, instagram or etc chatting up a storm…at one point i even thought i was the problem so i decided to change things about me, loosened up a bit cause jus maybe i was no fun to be around before…but i am who i am and shouldn’t have to change that for anyone so now that i’m back to the old me i’ve decided to take a hiatus frm the aforementioned people and the world altogether…it’s not like anyone will notice anyway
life was supposed to be beautiful but i ain’t surrounded by Warhol’s, all i see is whores in the halls, piss on the floor cracks in the walls, niggas getting high dead bodies on the floor i’m sitting on the stoop cause i can’t stand the brutality so i daydream until i change my reality, nightmares so real i question my mortality, paranoia so intense my every thought holds suspense, i hate everyone my heart holds so much resent, yea i have a few regrets, poor decisions i jus wish i could abort the consequences, i aborted my first child cause we were jus adolescents, but who was i to murder such a blessing, but i guess you can say i learned my lesson, cause if i could do it again i would do it different, i’d show you the world tell you stories of my love for you and watch as you intently listen. God knows i miss my baby girl my little Lea Rose, rosey cheeks daddy’s smile, green eyes like mommy coupled with her heart of gold, or you coulda been my little commander Mr. Julien Alexander but instead now all i have is an idea of how it would all unfold and that jus leaves me with these tears that flood, my innocence was purer than a white rose but i been exposed now i look more like a red rose or am i still a white rose but now i’m jus stained with blood, now i’m cold and i question what is love, trying to take flight but i get no further than a wing clipped dove, drunk on alcohol, high on drugs, numb from the pain, it’s a wonder I haven’t gone insane, but who knows i’d probably feel the same, i was a lion out the gate but that was before i seen life deflate, dreams shattered by nightmares called reality, everyone fears the end but death is jus a fallacy, they jus want to end this malady disguised as humanity, even as a kid my sanity was nearest to a fantasy that’s why i’ll always hold my mother nearest, that’s why i call her mommy dearest, daddy wasn’t around he was somewhere with his mistress, i used to cry for him hoping he would one day hear it but instead i grew violent and rather vicious cause all i had for dinner on some nights were jus empty dishes, glass half full i had to find something to fill the emptiness with, something to lift the soul keep my life afloat so one day i picked up a pen and this is what i wrote, expose every emotion, reveal what i’m feeling, tell em how i hit the floor trying to hang on to the ceiling. this ordinary life shit is precisely what my vice is and my only advice is to live life righteous and maybe you might jus survive this, life is war that’s why i’m always on my toes, and yea damn straight it takes a toll that’s why i have these scars tattooed on my soul, yea i make mistakes but it’s all good one day i jus might be great, but for now i jus share my pain hoping someone out there might relate
You see the problem is that I am in love with being in love but don’t know how to love myself. I don’t know how to see the beauty that I was born with from the inside and transmit it outwardly. I am blinded by society, my experiences and my fears to allow myself to love live freely. It’s sad to…
“they say i’m too quiet and i need to open up, but i used to be an open book you’re the one who closed it shut, they say you can’t know love if you don’t know trust, but i knew trust til along came love, and i cried nothing but tears until my tears became blood.”—A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
“as i watch the raindrops fall on my window sill, i wish it was raining this hard in my heart to drown out all the pain of this thing called love, that even hatred couldn’t kill…”—A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
“there’s nothing like him, flow so enticing, lyrical genius, poetically enlightening, jus a beautiful mind with murderous thoughts in search of indictment, another lost soul who finds comfort in words when his screams go unheard and the pain in his heart grows oh so absurd.”—A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
“oxycodone percocet, body numb but my heart still feels the effect of the pain you left, and as i let out the faintest breath i reminisce about your heinous theft on my unsuspecting love on the day we met, we all did some things we’d like to forget but not seeing thru you is my one regret, the signs were there but i refused to see, blinded by love and the prospect of you and me.”—A Dangerous Mind With Beautiful Thoughts
“her lips caress every moan that escapes her grasp, as she slowly loses control of a love that she thought would last, he was supposed to be her future but she still found it hard to resist her past, an ex lover who just seemed to stumble across her path, he was an animal in the sheets and jus like an animal in heat she couldn’t help but to succumb to his wrath, with a simple touch he can make her go crazy inside, and when that moment arrived and she looked deep in his eyes, she was like a bird freed and finally able to fly, but once she came down from her high, she started to cry, wondering how she can cheat on such a wonderful guy? was everytime she said she loved him a lie? or maybe her love for lust was stronger than her lust for love but in the end does it really matter which one it was ?”—A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
“depression is my best friend, i’m engaged to death, and when we tie the knot suicide will be my best man, and the honeymoon will be six feet under cause its the closest i’ll get to heaven, cause i let my personal hell land in me hell and sure have learned my lesson.”—A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
Not all guys are the same. See there are men, & than there are boys. There are also complete assholes. I don’t understand “assholes”. I’m reering to the guys who give women reason to believe that all men are the same by doing the cliche asshole actions(lying, cheating etc.). What I don’t get is…
“The words fall under your eyes, and you think of one thing instantaneously.
A singular image fills your mind, laced with shades of romance and fervent passion. Let’s not muddle about with this political correctness: You think of sex. You think of the dance of the passions, the eruption of carnal desires, the moaning ode to the moonlit midnight sky.
But that is not making love, it is sex. To bring forth from the depths of our humanity that evanescent-yet-eternal, incomparable-yet-ineffable, godly-yet-so-very-human thing that should bathe us in splendour and have us shine as blazing beacons through the infinite universe; that is making love.
You and I made love even as I enfolded you in my arms; you and I made love even as your lips hesitantly touched mine; you and I made love even as your fingers brushed mine by some curious accident.
And ever since your eyes first met mine and that smile touched your face, the memory of you has made love to my aching heart.”—