"This Small Space"

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 

                                                          This Small Space

"The Other Me"

Me-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.

My Other- 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.

Me- i feel and see what you say but, if not try then what is there for us to say, to all those who try and help us on this day, even on those other days, why should we allow them to waist there times if all we do is choose not to try. and choosing not to try is insane even if we do fail at least we had fun trying to make our day and if trying to make our day is so bad then bad shall be, cause trying to be happy is something that should be easy, not to take a mission.

My Other- 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.

Me- i know not of what to tell you, only that we must try and if we don't try then what else is there to do. trying is all that we have left after that theirs nothing left....... but there will come a point when all those who tried will stop trying and then we will be alone again.

"Catching Up With Time"

As I lay I wonder why 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.

Moral of the story don’t name your Bird Time._.

Inspiration From A Friend

So, 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.

                                                                   "The Change"

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. 

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. 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. 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."

 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.

Another Mask

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 cant stop laughing

                                                       I cant stop laughing its just to funny.
                                                   I cant stop laughing its making me Horny.
                                                  If i keep laughing i think I'm going to die.
                      Wait let me take a breath, just a sec to think about something else. 
                     Oh no their it goes again, the laughing the never ending laughing.
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.



Now I'm sitting here, but I'm not laughing I'm just writing and telling you about how i couldn't stop laughing.

"Just another day"

Woke up today brushed my teeth&washed my face then started this day. 

Yup another day to hear everyone complain about this day.

Complain about the way this day is today.

I mean i just don't understand how they can complain about today?
When today is just another day.

Just like today use to be yesterday&yesterday use to be the day before today.

So i tell them on this day to just relax because today is just another day.
Another day to live and run, to relax and have fun.

I'm telling you now while your reading this on this day that today is not just today but today is just another day. 

So now that I'm sitting here telling you about today remember that with today comes another day.