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is it love?

if you follow me on my personal facebook page, you may have noticed that i have been posting a lot of lyrics to love songs. am i in love currently? No. well, not in the way you are thinking. i believe i am learning to love myself and in doing so i find myself wanting to be in a place of love. not romantic love but a love that brings me peace and calm. not saying that being loved by someone else cant do those things but two people always create friction. i dont want friction in my heart right now. hell, i couldnt handle it right now. So what i am saying is find a love song even if you are not in love and just enjoy the very thought that love does exists.

P.S.

i know by looking at the dates of some of my post that i suck. i am relearning what hard work and consistency means. so since my last update lets see, i found a job, loved the job, found a girl, starting hating the job, quit the job, lost the girl and trying my best to overcome my issues in therapy. i hope to get way better with post because doing this entire time i have been writing just not posting and i will get better with that.

be well

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January

January has always been an up and down month for me. either i have a great bday and the rest of the month sucks or i have a sucky bday and the rest of the month is great. this year has seen a change and i have to thank therapy for that. thanks to therapy i took whatever happened and made it worth while, made it fun and made sure i didnt let anyone take my joy away! A few tried to take my joy away but i didnt let them!!!!! I’ve been off my meds for a month now, under my doctors supervision, and have been using the exercises I learned in the hospital added with being honest with my therapist has really helped me to maintain my balance. 2015 has already tarted off great! i have a few new measurable goals, daily things i do to keep up my physical and mental health, and a new attitude on life!!! 1 down 11 more months to go!!!!

morbidness action/reaction time management

i feel like im going to die again real soon

the last three times werent all that cool

so maybe i rush things too

and other things i dont even pursue

maybe that’s why i dont clean my room

or rewrite my will

when i have nothing and no one to really leave anything to

i fell like im going to die again real soon

is that why i am such a loud dude

that fights for those who’s knees were cut off to soon

so if i leave again you will notice that i left the room

i feel like im going to die again real soon

the last three times werent all that cool

the forth maybe the most unbearable

but i have hope i will come back from that one too

i feel like im going to die again real soon

P.S. did almost die that forth time and here i stand!!!!!!!

sword poem 3

it is not me that keeps the sword sheathed

it is the sword that keeps my anger and fury contained

for a sword should only be unsheathed for two purposes

the  first, is when it is needed to strike and injure another. to show the purpose of consequences

for you can not bring back another from a fatal blow

the second, is when it is needed to be honed, sharpened and taken care of.

for to practice discipline and care is to create character

the perfection of a sword is not in it’s use but in it’ quiet moments away from battle

short poems and random sayings

find the book, discovery the truth, kill the king

the first time i knew

that a place had a name

and that place was my school

and it was Lorriane

Hansberry

the roaches get more respect around here than me, they at least get to live in peace

i like pretty things

you were the prettiest thing

then things got pretty ugly pretty fast

we learned that pretty doesn’t last

I guess it was pretty awesome

until we started asking that pretty perfect question

do you love me?

Day 27. A Paragraph A Day: 30 Day Challenge

everyone needs an artistic outlet. if you are working in the arts you especially need an artistic outlet! having a few conversations with my friends in the arts and other fields have all come t realize that without some form of artistic expression that they don’t make money off of that they would go crazy!!! just something to express themselves without being judged. so being a chicagoan i was just wondering since we have destroyed some many art programs in school and the government funded ones. is that a direct correlation to the rise in violent crimes being done by kids in the city? 

Blank Page

You stare at me stare at me stare at me

i go insane as you glare at me glare at me glare at me

you were supposed to take care of care of care of me

take me away from this uncertainty

this untouched surface  is just hurting me hurting me

what happened to my path of freedom

i look at you and feel so defeated

say something back i need them    i need them

where are the words

i’m starving feed them feed them

i trusted you would lead me to something

other than nothing

i am so disgusted disgusted

emotions erupted

anger is busting looseeeeeeeeee

UGH

sound

thought

action

huh

i see now

it was just me now

you were here waiting for me to be me now

because if i’m not that i might has well go back

to before i meet you and just forget you

you are so patient

you let me find my way through the path the pain the things i cant change to those that are unexplained until my fingers were ready and strong and steady to look past the petty and see the beauty that was waiting in you that only a few can seem to take hold of i hurt to show love till my fingers are numb and the words have come all over your surface i see now my purpose because noting is worthless if you stare at me glare at me force the truth out you will take care of me care of me you will always be there for me there for even when i get lost and confused that blank page is my muse

thank you