time

There goes a second...

There goes a minute...

There goes the hour we just spent doing nothing with the life we have.

We will never have these moments again and we spend a lot of them doing nothing

There is nothing wrong with sitting but why not go out and do something?

Who knows it just might be fun for you.

There goes the day...

The days turn into weeks...

And the weeks turn into months...

And from months into years.

What can you say about those years?

We only have one life to live so why not spend it doing something we enjoy and feel is fun?

Years turn into decades and from decades to centuries

When will time stop?

NEVER!!!

So make the best of it with what you have and laugh at life. 

DON'T live your life away dwelling within your past for that would only be a waste.

But don't live your life in haste

Because then you WILL get lost

And then you will wonder why it's cost

You sooo much in the end

The fact is that time will never bend

To our will, only go on as before

Because there is nothing more

For it to look forward to

It is the monster we most terribly fear.

It is because one day we will fall and maybe shed a tear,

But if you pick yourself up and believe

Then there is no limit to what you can achieve

With the little amount of time we have in this world

We seem to have twirled

In circles going nowhere

And time will then snare

Those who care not and that are ready

To leave this place called earth behind for time is slow and steady.

View not the imperfections of another,

Because then you may smother

Any hope he or she once had,

That day to feel pleasent and glad.

Time is more valuable then any treasure that exists.

But every one seems to resist

The fact that every one in this world must face

Whether or not they leave a trace

Of their life behind

The people in this world are sometimes so very blind

To the facts in our hands that we face today

But we ask and would rather say

Why not deal with this another day?

Time creates and destroys us

That could be viewed as a plus or minus

There goes that second....

Then another minute...

But do you honestly care one bit?

There goes the hour...

Did you go climb the eiffel tower?

Then the day is gone...

But has it dawned,

Upon you that you go and try to make a difference

Or did you believe that you were matched up with tooo much resistence?

Time in this life is only lived through once.

So go do something of worth and remembrence.

There goes the week...

And it was soo bleak,

Then the months come along,

At the end of the year there will be a new song

To be heard and sung

After a decade

Can you have said

That you did something worth remembering?

Then the century comes around

If you can still hear the sound

Of time wispering in your ear

Asking you, "can you leave this year?"

Then ask yourself "Have I lived a good life?

or did I fill it with strife?"

"Did I fight the good fight?

Or did I give up the light that was once so very bright?"

So ask your self, "What kind of life am I living?"

It doesn't seem to matter now,

But one day you and I will wonder how

Our world ended up like this.

It will seem to have been lost with time...

Time is one thing that no one has captured

Unless in a movie or digital camera

But those are only moments

Of life being lived the way you wanted to

BUT IT IS YOU!!!!,

That will always have to live with the choices that you make.

No one else can shake this off of you or break

You of this one responsibility.

Deciding what you did with your time in this life.

So what will you decide?

Will you live the good life,

Or will you fill it with strife?

Will you fight the good fight,

Or will you give up the light that was once so bright?

Will you follow your dreams,

Or will you say to yourself that they were only schemes?

What will you do in your life time?

The Concrete Rose

Have you seen the concrete rose? 
In the city is where it grows,
although met with much opposition,
it has never questioned it's troubled situation.
 
It grows because it wants to show the world its beauty,
even if it grows in between the concrete cracks of the city,
sidewalks, nothing seems to match it's creativity.
It grows right in the middle of all the activity. 
Even if hit by a bird or person,
it would never detour the concrete rose,
from the place that it grows. 
Sure it had a rough beginning,
but now all sorts of good things are happening;
It made the choice to keep growing and to do more.
Never hoping for a better place to grow and live,
but making the best of it's situation. 
There is nothing to say to it other than congratulations, 

continuing to press forward.
It's goals have now been met and are going toward,
something that will benefit and be put to good use,
not compromise or give in to abuse,
that it will get, living in between the concrete cracks of the city.
The flowers will still bloom and show its splendor,
to the world that only a few seem to see and adore,
but it's there;
Waiting to bloom and put a new fragrance into the air,
but will we share,
what we have to give to the concrete rose?
I don't know the answers to everything,
I know the concrete rose I speak of has endured much of what's a winters cold and unrelenting sting. However, I wish to shelter this concrete rose of the city,
and let it show all of it's inner and outer beauty,
so that it may feel safety and security;
maybe then the concrete rose will see my hearts purity,
of intentions and feelings.
The concrete rose has many colors,
each season they seem to change;
or to rearrange,
themselves because it is an original and creative thing. 
If only I felt that the rose was willing to let go of the concrete cracks,
would I be willing to give it a proper place to grow.
That place is where no one will ever go.
to hurt or destroy it.
The place I speak of is a place not many will ever know or see,
because it will never be,
in the same place twice.
This I think is wise,
the concrete rose has a choice to make,
whether or not it will want to break,
it's ties to the concrete cracks of the city,
because in it's ugliness it is also very pretty;
you just need to find what the concrete rose sees
as beautiful and worth remembering.
this rose seeks out the different and original.
although it is never something that sticks out in the open
the things that it seeks out hide
but will the concrete rose see or hear what it is i have said?

fighting

Inside it hurts,
on the outside its covert.
In secret it hides until the last second then bursts out,
taking control and destroying everything and shouts,
"This is mine to claim."
When that statement is made it then ends the game.
There's no reason to fight it, no reason to run.
Just accept it and have some fun,
while it lasts. It's time that will take it all,
then you will join its trophy wall.
inside it hurts
on the outside its covert
there is no secret now
the question is how
do I fight?
Where do I find a glimmer of hope or delight?
Where and what is the point of going on if I'm just ticking away?
What more is there for me to say?
Inside it hurts,
on the outside its covert,
What am i, where do begin and end?
It's a climax then everything bends,
away from you and me I fall away.
My day has come and all i can say,
is i loved my time here.
Why do you fear?
This is the process that has to happen one way or another.
Better to die young then old and decrepit I guess.
Let the end come.
I will greet it like an old friend,
no more does it hurt inside,
and no more is it covert on the outside.

In my eyes...

In my eyes...
Current mood:  inspired
Category: Writing and Poetry

She's confused,
She feels used,
and doesn't understand,
Why the world isn't anymore bland.
There's no mystery to the question that she asks the cold and unforgiving world,
If it were she like many before her may get hurt,
and be bitter to those around her.
Then time seems to blur.
She moves on,
then she sees all her "friends" are gone.
She understands then her choices,
didn't satisfy her inner voices.
After ward she'll feel trapped again,
not by others but herself.
She then will place her heart and real self up on the highest shelf.
Hide what's inside even deeper and doesn't understand why the world doesn't see it.
But the world doesn't give a shit,
and is always changing.
What is loved one day is hated the next.
So, a question arises
If you want to feel beautiful why ask me?
I'm not a genie,
here to grant the three wishes of your dreams;
then again nothing ever seems,
to make sense any more.
So we dive in an ocean hoping to wash up on another's shore
I have but one wish for you,
and that is to do;
all I can to help you feel special and beautiful inside & out,
so you can shout,
"Here I am see me now!"
The world will wonder how,
she ever made it.
If you feel that you are beautiful in one way,
then become that form of beauty and say,
in the mirror once or more a day,
"I am beautiful inside and out,
and no one is about,
to change me for some one I don't want to be."
Then my wish will have been granted and no more will she have need of me
to help her see,
how beautiful she really is.
She sees nothing but the abyss,
of the unknown.
That has never had any light to have shone.
No more will you feel this way,
if you say,
"I am beautiful"

The future

No more will I hide in shadow...
The past was a deep cut in which blood would flow.
Now I'm a new man healed with scars,
I choose to move on not toward pain, but up to the stars.
Here I am with a new start in life,
Clean slate, no trouble, pain or strife.
Nothing more can hold me back from achieving,
because seeing all this progress, changed my thinking and believing.
There will always be challenges for me,
and when they arise, I'll know where i want to be.
When failure comes around to get me down,
I'll learn my lesson and then bury it in the ground.
Then enjoy triumph and success
but who could have ever guessed
that one day I would rise from the ashes,
and survive all the cuts and even deeper gashes.

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