I don’t think Death takes all the lives that it has stolen
around with it;
He would have too much to carry.
I’ll look for where He keeps them
and return yours to you;
we’ve got so much more to do.
I’ll make sure you are not buried
till I hurry back with you.
Can’t anything at all be done to bring you back?
Good times don’t last
because they stop being “good”
when they become normal.
Our bodies were made out of dust;
our spirits are enclosed in dust,
and so, we’re dead,
we’re born dead,
buried in our bodies,
buried in our selves.
We don’t die forever, of course.
It only lasts for a day,
or ten years,
or fifty, or eighty, or one hundred years.
Then we become free from our graves,
we live forever!
If someone tells you
you can’t do something,
certain things might be involved:
It could be something
they think they can’t do,
something they haven’t done,
and since they doubt their own abilities,
they’d definitely doubt yours.
If it is something they can do,
or they have done,
they might be trying to protect you
from the coming challenges
because they were once like you;
they might have gone through some challenges
that they don’t want you to go through,
that they don’t think you are
capable enought to go through.
If none of the aforementioned apply,
they could be jealous of you
because what you want to do
is something they’ve not done,
something they can/want to do
but have not had the opportunity to.
JUST DO IT!
Cry if you need to,
so you can laugh.
Bleed if you need to,
so you can heal.
Destroy if you need to,
so you can (re)build.
Let certain things die
if they need to,
so you can live.
Some have good hearts, but don’t they become heartless?
That happy little princess who
constantly put smiles on our weary faces, for months,
had the sweetest and the most beautiful heart I’ve seen,
even though she had a bad one.
A heart so beautiful Heaven wanted her back.
For my first cousin once removed [Rest in Perfection]
Laughing in pain,
slowly going insane.
Hiding the stain,
praying for rain.
Ignoring the knife,
pleading for a new life.
I’m breathing in death,
desperate for rebirth.
Adore the sky while you can,
gaze at the moon and stars,
for they’ll be gone by the morning.
Life is a chance;
He fell in love with her;
she possessed him.
He said things he would never say
and wrote things he would never write.
He saw things he would never see
and did things he would never do.
he sang for her,
and when the trance was over,
he was really weak.
He didn’t know what just happened;
“what the hell came over me?”
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
If you can sincerely find
someone or something else beautiful,
especially one that is often considered otherwise,
without an iota of doubt,
you are beautiful too.