tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63878062893471495632024-03-12T20:28:13.504-07:00In Jays MindWhat you read is based on what i go threw through out my daily life. Some is funny some not so. When you read you would tend to think whats the point. Their is no point what you read is what you read what you get out of this reading is completly on you good or bad your feedback is always welcomeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-43223057611321070022013-04-22T14:02:00.000-07:002013-04-22T14:08:31.438-07:00"This Small Space"<b>Its so mall I can barely move let alone to place down one not even two of my shoes. This space, Its just so small how can I lay my head or even make a call. This small space isn't that great, what happen to my enormousness space that i had one time in a place that wasn't as small as this small space. this small space, I just cant move around, i try to breath but in staid i frown cause when i exhale most of my stuff fall and if they fall its not like ill lose them theirs so big and this space this space is just so small. me and you we lay in our bed our bed is so big but, this space is to small. sitting and hurting cause i cant move away from this small space and i know i should but, how do you move from something you worked and thought would be great in staid all it is, is </b><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-18462532947499475272013-04-19T11:28:00.000-07:002013-04-19T11:28:09.204-07:00"The Other Me"<span style="color: blue;">Me</span>-Why are we doing this i say, why must we always be in pain i, say to my other self. why must we always be sad and unhappy when theirs so many people and things trying to make us smile and laugh.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">My Other</span>- i don't know why we are this way i just know this is our way, i don't know why where always in pain i just know that i must cause the pain, we've tried being happy but pain is where we stay, we tried laughing but all we did was feel even more pain. so why even try if all where going to do is hurt. why even try if all where going to do is cry.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">My Other</span>- i feel what your saying but see nothing of its worth, if everything your saying is so then why are we stuck, why did we come from a women who has caused us more pain and fear then love, why do we even bother i ask you again, tell my this pain that we have even in death will never end.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-69298368029590669122013-01-21T19:14:00.000-08:002013-01-21T19:14:10.074-08:00"Catching Up With Time"<br />
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time fly’s right on by, not even a hi nor bye. Is it really that hard just to
say hi and if so at least say bye, no because time flies right on by. As I sit I wonder why I look up at the sky it
makes me want to try and fly, should I try
if I do will I die all because I wanted fly to try and catch up with Time? But, why would I
try with out wings I could not fly and
if I could not fly then how could I try to catch up with time who he
himself self has flew right on by
without even a hi nor bye. As I walk i
think to myself why is it so hard to catch up with time that seems to always
fly right by, no matter how much I try to run and catch up with time. Is he
really that fast should I jump and try to see if I can catch him way up high if
I jump high would I be able to fly and if so could I catch time who doesn't know
how to say hi nor bye. I CAUGHT HIM! I caught time without trying to fly, all I
did was reach up high and he flew right my hands from the sky. Now back in his
cage I put time and this time I will be careful how I play with time. <o:p></o:p></b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-5549839448237751312012-11-25T15:36:00.000-08:002012-11-25T15:36:08.123-08:00Inspiration From A Friend <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>So, </i>I<i> was sitting here with my friend/cousin and we came across this picture on Facebook that I wanted to share with you all. Along with how it Inspired me to write what you are about to read today.</i></b></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This here is the picture that i was telling you all about. Do you see its inspiring words, right? I love the way it makes you think about how cruel life can be and sometimes you think that you're alone but honestly you're not, cause if you where then you would have probably lost your mind and not be reading this. Just take the time to look out side of your own window of pain and you'll see that there's someone else who is just as you are. Not completely in the same situation but enough to know what your feeling. Who can relate to just as much if not more then what your going threw. </span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It takes two of the same pain to understand that with pain can become pleasure, with sadness can become happiness, and with hate their can be love. But, if you choose to stand alone then alone shall you stay. </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But, if you choose to let those who not seek help but seek to help you, then you alone can open those painful doors instead of just sitting within yourself. Not even being able to see the light of day. </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then to you i say good luck on your journey for where ever it may take you. I hope that you'll be safe and hopefully some day you will be able to look at me and say, "Hey, I'm here and I'm not in pain but alive on this day to be able to tell you how was my day."</span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Well this is what this one picture Inspired me to say so i hope you all feel the same. Have a great day and I hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed putting it up.</span></i></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-43875525828262827102012-11-22T07:52:00.000-08:002012-11-24T18:49:43.999-08:00Another Mask <span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>Again with a mask, well I guess it's needed to be worn in this type of place. This type of world where your judge by the cloths on your back by the look on your face by the blood in your vanes. Another to hide behind so no one can see the pain, a pretend smile a smirk on my face to keep those who judge me at bay. My mask is slipping of and the first strike is struck. Straight to my heart it goes I beg and plead for it to stop my heart is weak and can take but so much. So they back, back to where they came but wounds are still their almost as if they where born their. I'm putting my mask back on before I get struck again. What? Oh no I didn't tie it fast enough and now theirs more a group of them standing on he floor. I'm trying to fly away but I'm chained down, I plead and cry but no one here's me the boy behind a mask trying to be like them instead of being like me. </i></b></span><br />
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<b><i> If i keep laughing i think I'm going to die.</i></b><br />
<b><i> Wait let me take a breath, just a sec to think about something else. </i></b><br />
<b><i> Oh no their it goes again, the laughing the never ending laughing.</i></b><br />
<b><i>This is getting crazy cause i don't know why I'm laughing all i know is I'm just laughing, laughing to the point that i just cant stop laughing.</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Another day to live and run, to relax and have fun.</i></b><br />
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<b><i><br /></i></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03416839696019737596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6387806289347149563.post-34465793235671762682012-11-18T17:51:00.001-08:002012-11-24T18:01:30.673-08:00Behind A Mask <b><i>So this just popped in my head today, I'm a 25 y/o man with conditions i rather not speak of w</i></b><b><i>ho lives out in Brooklyn. Of course your thinking (omg hes from bk he's Ghetto, a thief, hood rat) yeah I've hared it all and its funny sorta like this one time i was attending these very important business meetings and it was being hosted by what i thought was a cool rich guy. Now I'm not going to say he was mean it was more of an misunderstanding.... at least that's what i like to tell myself. So going on all they would talk about is ( oh ppl from Brooklyn are lazy they try and put their whole life and short time 0_0) even one told us how he was in the hood he seen it and I'm like 0_0 really is that so, now the part that got me was when he told me how he knew that i was living with my mother and it would explain how i couldn't comprehend with his ways of life. now that one hurt. the most famous one i loved was that we from Brooklyn talked Ghetto and our look was a disgrace but i laughed because every time i went i looked and talked as if i was one of them but when i came back home to Brooklyn, i was just a Ghetto 25y/o Brooklyn guy but when i was in front of them i was wearing a mask.</i></b><br />
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