What's your purpose?

There's times when you feel like you're slipping away but you have no idea where you're going. It's like you're fading into the background but the image isn't really there anymore. You're reaching for a hand but no one notices you.. You scream but its silent. Everyone around you suddenly become deaf and blind. They've become zombies; just walking around without a purpose to define who they are. What's your purpose? Are you living or just alive?



I'm not likin this but whatever imma post it regardless

summer night dream

I'm summer night dream or nightmare whatever you chose

I stand out but I belong here.

I don't need labels. I don't belong on your shelf

when you look at this pic you're
 gonna think I'm a skater

its a front.

It amazes me when people all of a sudden give two flying fucks about things they didn't care about before.  Also blaming others for things they should be blaming themselves for. Like Akon said " you can put the blame on me." I'll take the blame since you're too ashamed.. too weak..too insecure.. to take responsibility for YOUR own mishaps. People will never really change... its all a front.

There's no more

There's nothing to say after  you've preached your heart out to someone who didn't listen. There's no more apologies after it wasn't accepted. There's no more tears when your eyes are dry.. just write my dear. There's no more fear when everything have happened to you. There's no more running when EVERYTHING follows you. ( Don't say hi to the devil, he will eat you.. say hi he will still eat you.. might as well say hi.) Time waits on no one, do what you have to do NOW. There's no redo button to change things and make them better. You're writing your life story in pen and there's no white out, so those mistakes are to teach you to be better in the future. There's no more innocence, the world took that, unveiled your eyes. There's no more holding your hands through this journey.. You have to experience things on your own. Don't follow another's footsteps but make your own for others to follow. There's no more time to be wasted on foolishness.. remember TIME WAITS ON NO ONE.

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change

It will never be the same again. EVER again. -___-

I've fallen & I can't get up.

I've tried to look beyond the words that I fear would be there in fine print. Soon I saw them, my heart shattered, my eyes close and my body shook. Eyes close, darkness consume me and DAMN was all I can think. How did I let myself fall this far down the hole? I got lost in this path, and I look from left to right and there's no one in sight. I hear the voices but I don't see anyone. I've fallen & I can't get up. All of a sudden this chair I sit in feel huge as I shrink into it. I don't think there's a comeback for this one, I've fallen many times but I've always risen above. I've crawled out the many holes I've fallen, but THIS ONE, THIS ONE I feel it deep in my soul that there's no coming back from it. I rarely apologize for shit I've done but for this, this alone I apologize from the bottom of my empty heart. I've really fallen beyond return. Feel like a soldier missing in action. I'm in a dry dessert and I can't see what's in front of me. I can't even see my feet. Through all this there's a light shining on me emphasizing on flaws and all. I'll whisper my apologizes for the wind to carry to you. This is the END of me I swear.


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Overflowing

Sometimes my mind overflows with thoughts; and I feel like I will surely explode. Days past and yet my mind find ways to pour its content out though my hands don't itch to write. I hate talking about my emotions, soon I start talking about how I feel my voice starts to shake. Writing have become my way of expressing myself. My mind tend to wonder too much when its too quiet. I'm thinking faster than I can write so I guess I'll wait till I explode cause these overflowing thoughts aren't all going to get out. GRRRRRRRR well at least some escape though not seen. I guess some things are to remain a mystery.

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