The Unmolded Jar.

believe me when I’ tell you, life can be a bitch!

I’ve wanted to turn the page,
for so long to see a change
I’ve moved one mile,
only to stager in a radius of pains hooks.
I’ve cried a river and broken walls,
but still not perfect.
You would say.
I carry my pain, and curse my scars.
I fight my demons, so late in the night. .

Show me, love me, trust me
I begged the world for approval,
but got served with reproach. Imperfect, disfigured, weak,and undeserving
Is all I got, in for my quest.
Rejected by a father before birth,
neglected by a mother after birth, trust me I know when I say “Life can be a bitch”.

There is a song of love,
the birds hum it, every day break,
There is a whisper of hope, the wind blows it every fall,
And there is a dance of life, the leaves sway to it all day.
Do good, feel good.
Face your demons every day, and shine your light to melt them.
Let life’s simplicity teach you to love, live, laugh from the heart.
There is more to life

The One You’ll Always Remember.

People say the things you do hunt you, but i think the things you don’t do, those will haunt you! Do all that’s in your power to do, love and save the world everyday!


Im that song you didnt sing, but later found it was fire, bringing chills into your veins, building pins on your skin. I hope every lyric priks your pride, busting melodies that wake your nights. You have me now on replay! I’m the things you’ll never forget.

Im that road you passed by, seeing no future or lights ahead. You thought there was a better place, but you also thought it’d never be through me. Your stamping feet, I knew I’d see again, crawling back on arms and legs. I didn’t promise you no glitter. I just wanted to see you quiver, in your melting pride, drowned. Then I could let you go.

I’m the hope you never had, when all you needed was take one more step. The tears you never cried, when your anger boiled your brains. The courage you did not have, to let go. I’m the love you didnt admit, the apology you did’nt give and the wish that hangs by your brightest night star. Am the one You’ll always remember!

The Sinking Petal.

It fell from a bouquet, Large and red, scented in colours of an unleashed rainbow, above a purple orchard of blossoming flowers, sprinkling crystal glows, of rain dust that twinkles and shines like golden tear drops.

It fell on a sea of raging wind, the galping waters of raw mercy. Salted by restless tosses! to reach a place of no relief.

But the petal gently swayed, not noticing cruelty, but rather soaring as if on a bed, built in the glory stars. Up, down, upper and downner. The petal fell in the same calmness to the tide, with which it’d rose!

As it topples with waves of gloom, I will glide on the highest of them, perhaps enjoy the thrill of the fall. Life is not a petfect sail, I being caught up in its huddles yields nothing less, or more pain. If there is any thing to do, Learn how to Live!