that voice? -that's your intuition. listen up.

if you don't belong, don't be long.

so, don't think that i'm pushing you away, when you're the one i've kept closest.

unsure people don’t know

can’t please them all

maybe i’m to blame

but, you’ll be too late.

unsure people don’t know

take a risk

too busy pleasing everyone

what about you?

want and need are two different things

didn’t you know?

unsure people don’t know

you’re wasting time

mine, theirs, yours.

but that’s life

until it’s opposite.

stay strong

or you’ll be weak

here’s my heart

but, you never listened.

too bad.

insecure

because unsure people don’t know.

What u give comes back to you many times over. What u withhold never goes anywhere or accomplishes anything.

it’s so funny seeing men talk about “OH THIS CHICK AINT ANSWER HER PHONE BUT SHE’S TWEETING RIGHT.”

hahahahaha.

man.

get off our shit.

maybe she was is playing Shopping & Tweeting. Or getting some head & Tweeting.

maybe she just didn’t want to talk to your annoying ass. jeez louise.

either way, shit’s hilarious.

“ After awhile you learn the subtle difference

Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning

And company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts

And presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats

With your head up and your eyes open,

And learn to build all your roads

On today because tomorrow’s ground

Is too uncertain for plans, and futures have

A way of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile you learn that even sunshine

Burns if you get too much.

So you plant your own garden and decorate

Your own soul, instead of waiting

For someone to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure…
that you really are strong

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and learn.. .

With every goodbye you learn. — Veronica Shoffstall

Traffic

I guess you can call this part traffic

I mean I know, vaguely how to get there

And I’m in a car

Plus if someone asked me where I was

I’d say on the way

But

That doesn’t say where I am

I say that when I’m late

When I don’t wanna tell you that I just left

Just right now

Plus I still gotta stop for gas

But I figure if I tell you I’m half way between where I really am

And where I’m going,

then drive twice as fast

in theory I’m telling the truth

But here’s the punch line

I’m not even sure where I’m going

And every day

Feels like traffic

I wanna honk at you

In person

Face to face

Just yell out “honk”

really loud

Then switch lanes

And gun it

Never felt so redundant

This car has 300 hundred horses

But that doesn’t matter when you’re in park

And I really hope you don’t leave before I get there

I’ve gotta make a few stops before I get there

The first at growing up

And second at realizing, growing up isn’t a good enough excuse for being afraid to loving someone

I know you’re probably shaking your leg in frustration

How patient is too patient

How rude is someone who lies about how long it’ll take him to get somewhere

Honk

Stay in your lane

Swerve

“go around”

Flip/ bird

Drop phone

Saw a cop

Pick the phone back up

It was only a taxi

I hope you don’t leave before I get there

Road work ahead

Expect delays

Search alternate rout

Love alternate

More responsible adult

This kid is on E

Please have patience

I’m in traffic

Why don’t I ever leave early enough

I shoulda been there before you

To give you a sense of assurance

I know you have doubts too

And its unfair that we always gotta address mine

I just hope I make it in time

I’m sure waiting for me to mature

Is frustrating

Especially when I pretend I already am

Blaming it on my art

Acting like I’m too busy

When the truth is

I’m too scared

I called you soft

But I meant you are tolerant

How do you love someone

Who isn’t sure he is in his final draft

You can see the spelling errors

The grammar in my deleted text messages before I pull up

I just hope you don’t leave before I get there

Before I become the woman I write as

So yea, I guess you can call this part…traffic

Heck yeah I believe in karma. I understood from a very early age that everything you do in life has consequences, but especially when it's in the extreme of either 'good' or 'bad'. For example, if I was staying up all night doing a grueling homework assignment as a kid, I knew that there would be some silver lining down the line, and the same goes for all of the treacherous things I'd do, which is definitely why I do less of them. Your ass is gonna get checked eventually, because you can't hide from the way life works.

In terms of doing good deeds, I'll admit that I'm not really making an effort. If I see a situation where I can help, I do what I can, but if you learn anything living in Kissimmee, it's that you gotta watch your back before anyone elses.

Blue heart, red skies, true art died in the heart of my mind
Kept trying to fulfill this, blank scribbled realness, even if it kills this
Poet inside

"A lucky few are fully alive in the present, respecting the lessons of the past, yes, but forever facing forward." - Stuck

"Vexation of spirit is a waste of time.
Negative thinking, don't you waste your thoughts.
Verbal conflict is a waste of word.
Physical conflict is a waste of flesh.
People will always be who they want,
And that's what really makes the world go round.
Unconditional love is scarce."

- damian marley,

(Hamlet, Act II, Scene II)

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god-the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals!

Men

He was everything I thought I would ever want, to ever want, to ever want…

He said the perfect words, whenever I needed to hear him speak.

And was perfectly silent, whenever I needed to hear him smile.

He finished my thoughts, with actions.

His walk rhymed

His eyes saw a better me into fruition

He created every time he was in my presence

And every few minutes, I would thank him

Just in case there was something I missed.

It was love at first sight, of the day

Each day

I swear it’s like I wrote you into existence

…because I did.

It’s easy to fall in love with the guy in your poems!!!

You wrote him!

He’s not real!

If you were a poem, I could easily love you.

If you were a song I wrote, then maybe you would finally be stuck in my head

If you were a joke, I’d tell you whenever I got nervous or felt awkward,

If you were a story, you would be my legacy…

But you’re none of those things,

You’re a guy, with all these other plans…

I’m tired of falling in love with questions,

Only to be let down by there answers…

Why act mysterious if you have nothing to reveal?

I’m tired of impressing you, until you lose my attention.

Is it too much to ask that my husband, my muse, and my king, all be the same man?

How lucky are you that this is just a poem you’re hearing, and not one you’re sharing

You were simply an idea; you died, when I thought you

Died again when I wrote you

And now a third time as I speak you

I can write about you all day, but at the end of the day…

All I’ve done is lie, and wait.

You keep throwing me Faberge feelings

Like I’m supposed to know who they’re meant for…

If you weren’t so fiction, I’d be much more enthusiastic

Less inclined to laugh when you say, I’m not like the other guys…

Just like the other guys do.

I would take you much more serious, if I haven’t met you before time and time again

I won’t be so quick to run blindfolded around in your soul

Breaking things and laughing

Demand my equilibrium away from me, and maybe you’ll have my attention.

You were supposed to be the one riddle I was in no rush to solve…

My Snapple fact.

I see you when the moon looks too big to be real.

You were supposed to help me change the world,

Or at the very least change my world

But instead you will always be great literature, wastefully read by a scientist

Or a beautiful algorithm wastefully attempted by a poet

I’ve written all these rules and stipulations…

But to be honest, I’m waiting for the guy with a canon for a voice, who hurricanes into my life and gently whispers “no, this is what you look for, in a man.”

The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky. You are unlucky, so I may know that I am. Unfortunately the lucky never realizes they are lucky until it’s too late. Take yourself for instance; yesterday you were better off than you are off today but it took today for you to realize it. But today has arrived and it’s too late. You see? People are never happy with what they have. They want what they had, or what others have. The grass is always greener on the other side. -The Rabbi

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

I'll be back before you know it. C:

Look in the mirror and ask yourself are you scared. Not of any other person but of yourself.