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To You

For the protectors that feel the need to shield prey from their predators.
For the survivors that feel the need to protect perishers.
For the saints that feel the need to protect the sinners.
For the lovers that wish they could protect each other.
For the winners who only see the losers as a beginner.
For the friends that care for each other.
For that teacher that taught you valuable lesson
For that preacher who wishes you make it to heaven.
For that beautiful mind of yours because it’s a beautiful thing
For that daydreamer that believes they can do anything
For what was found can be lost again
For what was an alluring beginning has now become a sad ending.
For what was my pride has now become your demise.
You see me the way I see me.
But I don’t intend for you to see all of me.
For what was lost can now be found.
For what was the rain that has now brought sunny clouds.
I wish you could take all of me.
Loving me for eternity.
But all good things must come to an end
Do you really see what I see?

Mean what you say

Don’t say what you don’t mean
Don’t put words in my mouth
Don’t try to wipe my tears with your unclean mind
Don’t start trouble
Don’t leave me behind
Don’t try to tell me how I am feeling
Don’t say you’re doing this healing
Don’t let my love run dry
Don’t pass me by
Don’t agree to things you don’t mean
Don’t try and wipe the facts clean
Don’t lie and blame it on me
Don’t run and hide
Just mean what you say
Don’t use that mask it’s not a good disguise.

what makes sense

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I see the world filled with fear
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

What does this mean?
Days turning from bad to worse
God gave me life
To which is seen as a curse
When things get bad to worse is life a cure
I see the world for what it really is.
A shallow place that we have to live.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

No change has given
Because no fucks were given
It’s the past repeating history
What makes it worse there is no mystery
Everything is in black and white
The world is now reporting old history
This is nothing new to me.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

From living here.
Show me that bright light so that I can disappear
I don’t want to live in a world where you have to shed a tear.
I don’t want to live in a world where there is no love
I don’t want to live in a world there stars don’t shine above.
I don’t want to beg for the things that are free
I’m sorry if this is new as it’s not for me.

I see the world filled with fear.
I see the world filled with pain.
I see the world. What can I gain?

Nothing is making sense
Everything is a blur
I live with shadows of the likes of good men.
I live with the suffering on which is also brought on men.
Where we go again.
Let history be that example of a change
Let that change be something that we can maintain

So that I don’t see a world filled with fear
So that I don’t see a world filled with pain
So that I see a world filled with hope
That is what I would like that gain.

The place where I was once loved

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The place where I was once loved


I have been looking,
to find a place of my own,
a place I can call home,
I dream to once more
see the light,
as it, escape the darkness.

Once I was able,
to lift myself up,
start again,
those words you spoke,
I knew it came, from a friend,
those colors I did not see,
replaced the grey clouds,
that stood on top of me.

The touch from you,
which I felt was wrong,
I should not have allowed,
my emotions,
to get the best of me,
yet those memories we shared,
I will cherish faithfully.

Now I know, it was not the place,
I could call my own,
just not the place,
I could call my own.

Am Sorry

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Am Sorry

Am sorry, I am sorry for what I have done.
I am sorry for believing that you were my number one.
I am sorry for crying myself to sleep.
I am sorry for not doing what you told me to do.
I am sorry for treating you like a kid.
I am sorry for forgiving you the days that you hit me.
I am sorry for thinking that you can change.
I am sorry if I started acting strangely.
I am sorry for telling you that I love you.
I am sorry for ever falling in love with you.
I am sorry for the pain I caused myself, the fact that I didn’t run away.
I am sorry for placing your gun in my hands.
I am sorry for the sound “BANG” “BANG” “BANG”.
I am sorry for making you bleed,
Watching you die, it didn’t even make me cry.
What I am mostly sorry for was even saying bye.


A Wonderful Poetic Journey

A Wonderful Poetic Journey

Throughout my book, you will find a range of writings about family, relationships, religion and random thoughts wittingly woven to give inspiration.

 “I Can Do Bad”

Everyone has a price to pay, 
when they have a lot to say. 
For the good of life is not have something that you want, 
it’s having something that you need. 
Running from the rain 
because you don’t want to feel the pain. 
The pain in which you might of cause looking 
back on the game you just lost. 
Betting that it is all over even though you just started; 
standing on your two feet, putting a brave face on, 
you don’t want people to think something was wrong. 
To wonder to dream where it all went wrong,
your heart must move on. 
Searching for all the wrong reasons, 
living another person life is not a great feeling. 
I can do bad all by myself.

Let Just My Thoughts take you on a wonderful poetic journey and adventure and discover messages within the verses.


Sharon Olds, “The Urn”

Congrats to Sharon Olds for winning the 2013 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry.