Mystery TruthListening intently was always the strong pointSitting down to continue my peaceful wonderI love him so and I watched his every moveHe couldnt see me smile at him and my love for him moveMoving on to a better place in his heartSomewhere that was known existedBut was always challenged and stipulatedAll the theories could be trueAll the fears in the hidingSpeaking from your words of help and wisdomFrom a mouth thats natural tongue is forgivenAnd no one can see it holding down the painThe pain that the heaven can never pervadeHeaven is a strange word that was always in questionI love you heaven and heaven loves youMy darling, baby and enkeli tooYou are the sweetness when bitterness entersWhen the walls fall down you are my JoshuaMy saviour for when the light never continuesMy love in the heart of the devil in hellYou are trapped by a god that doesnt existAnd you will always be the wisest thingMy honey you are, with the glowing so sweetThe concentrat
Longing For, In More WaysSee the thing is, I can never find a poem that says what I feel,So I write this now with the intention to pleaseMyself and those who feel the same,The people of the world who need someone to blameI look at all these love poems and get over him poemsBut they just dont do the trickThey are not quite what I am looking forAnd dont hit the right bitSee unlike the girls in the poems, I have never been loved by anotherNever has a boy come up to me and hugged me like a loverNo kiss, no hug, no charming complimentJust guy friends who are there to joke around with and talk toI long to feel like, I am a crucial part to anothers survivalLike someone wants me to be there, just because they love meI want a boy to come up to me and say I love youSo I can put a smile on my face and tell people I love him tooThe love poems are always you made me complete!They make me want to puke, and they make me
LifeThere comes a point in ones lifeWhere you sit down and thinkAbout what to do nextAnd which way to turnYou start to think about your homeAnd all the exotic places you could go.But then you may think about next-door-but-oneThe moon, Paris, Tokyo and New YorkYou think about your lifeAnd say that you only have 85 years leftIt may seem a lot, but heck! It aintEight decades or maybe tomorrowThe next thing that comes to mind is how you can helpThe government tell us to recycleAnd to keep away from drugs (marijuana)Heard the phrase: lead by example?Your heroes and influences; next on the agendaMum, dad, god, wrestler or actorNo matter whom it is,Youre going to learn somethingNext; just getting through the damn thing! XDLife this, life that; take a day at a timeTake it all in your strideAnd youll do just fineWhen these things run through your head,Just remember-youre still youngDont plan for the future:LIVE FOR TODAY!
KultaThe hurt and the anger is built up insideThe pain and suffering,Surrounding me it collidesWith the feelings I am trying to suppress it withThe serenity of the languageAnd the calmness of the soulThe philosophical lovingAnd the accent oh so slowThe wise words that flowAnd the intellectual brain,Clueless sometimesBut mostly awakeIt struggled through lifeWith the drugs and the boozeBut then it decidedExactly what to doTo sort itself out andGet on the right trackEven though the smoking wont helpI will leave you to decideIf your addiction comes,In the way of the musicThe willingness will pervadeAnd the smoking ceases to continueThe knowledge that you can makeSo many people happyMust be so overwhelmingUnder pressure to make it happenThe rhymes and the storiesIn your life must be amazingIf such can produceComplicated talesTales of deceit that blind you with angerTales of sadness that are obscured by tearsTales of your family, so hard to make the bestAnd tale
FriendsFriends are all a girl ever needsWhen she needs support or helpShe has her friendsThe people that wont moan about you,Being in prison for doing something bad,They will be the ones laughing along with you in the cell!Friends are always reliableAnd they will give you their earnest opinionYou look hot!, Oh my god, your butt looks huge!Friends wont lie to you,Not unless it is crucial,Like a guy or clothesFriends are the ones,That you are guaranteed to rememberWhen youre old and greyThe friends that help you the mostAre usually the onesThat you hate the mostThey usually come out withSmart-ass comments that you seem to retainNo matter how much you try to forget themFriends are the people that everyone hasNo matter who you are:You have friendsEven the tramps on the street,They have friendsIt may be a pigeon or a bin, but they are friendsYour friends are the people whoGive you the heads-up on the latest stuff,Parties, guys,