beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies

We are just a boarder in this wide earth Without a lease or rent to pay since birth If not of you we dont own even our shirt We owe you a lot for you gave us mirth We are contemptible for all infamies we had brought No wonder we must endure hurts and mulct We're sorry for all of faults And we'll be right here to protect you,till our bloods on clot Mother Earth, being taken cared of is what you deserve And its the thing we aren't gonna curb Just please let us be your vanguard to serve Give us another chance to take care of you down on your very nerve

Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision. n!

Days passed still I am in state of accidia For I think I just got a nightmare of aceldama And I just cant get enough of too much achluophobia Been afluntersed in my mind's altophobia Alychiphobia immensed thy cortex Amentia and delusion waze the four corners of my room in hex This happen to my being as I am forcing anaxiphillia As if I have anadipsia for antedeluvian amora Apocatastasis belief still give me the will to live Antisocordist peeps reign in my sleeve though I've been bereaved Walking in the 9th street block struck my inner ascian breed Since boredom stroke thy inself,autotheistic scheme shocked freudian that'll leave

     Just like most stereotypes,songs are also defined based on looks—tune.It is commonly categorized as 'cool' song if it sounds redundant.Repeating butts and asses wiggling.With girls' and boys' heads all banging to its hypnotic rhythm.It really doesn't matter what it means,as long as it sounds chilling,then that's a superb masterpiece.Horrible.       Songs were just like poems—as long as it rhyme at its end,then its good,even without meaning. Poems were sadly those walls you can whisper when it's 2:00 in the middle of the night,when you can hardly breathe—suffocated,when all of your sullenness visits you cursing you with edgy knives that usually prick your heart causing your sudden breakdown.      Poetry were those things that you can cry on when humans aren't available.Poetry is the most underrated medication when you felt like falling over and over again,pathetic lad.     ...

            Sorry for being so late.I've wonder what you had been through.I am also perplexed what you had been doing these past years.I mean, how are you before knowing that someone like me is existing?              Maybe,you've met girls who're far off better than me—to whom you've dreamt your future will be.By the way,I am here for you to stay,I hope you've moved on and let us try our luck and so we'll see.              It's a tiring day,really.I've walked more than 5 kilometers just to end up nowhere—searching for things I can't find.I've just wander somewhere to realize that here I am,waiting for him to whom I don't surely know if would come here to stay or not.I guess I'll gonna break my heart once again.But then, life goes on. Maybe, he's not the one I am waiting. Maybe, it's you but hahaha how could you notice me? I guess it's not my problem anymore, let's just put it upon fat...