Poetry, Rants, Thoughts, You Name It

A girl with time

Dont ever waste a girls time
making her think she is another dime
when you treat her like shit pushing her in the grime
When she is in only in her prime

Dont ever waste a girls time
its just another crime
seeing her wining your love like seeing her climb
climb so high where this poem doesn’t even rhyme

Dont waste her time let her go
and stop calling her a hoe
but if she only know
how much i love her so

Wasting her time 
wishing to be her dime
oh yes leaving u is a crime
last time i check i was worth HER TIME

No post for a while………….

Hey yalls,

im sorry, haven’t really been postin on here for a while however i will b soon! its been a crazy day actually from wake up calls at 4 am for the wedding i was apart of to now which is 1 am and thinking of song to sing for my brothers bday!!!!! 

however i will b posting very soon i will be actually makin a video for both tumblrs so watch out for them soon and right now its time for me to hit the hay. church and playing on my brand new guitar today!!!!!

Doing a video project.. SO LISTEN UP!!

Reblogged from comehereloverboy

heyyemily:

ATTENTION COUPLES…. gay, straight, bisexual, transexual, ANYTHING.. ANYONE in love..

I need videos of you together.. whether it’s a date, a vlog, a music video, your first time meeting.. anything of the two of you together… OR send me a video of just you saying what you love about your significant other..

There isn’t a deadline yet.. I’m hoping to get a good response to this because the idea I have is pretty epic.

SOOOOOO start sending them!! :D

The Angel By William Blake

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head

For all the guys out there, dont be afraid to tell the girl that you love that you love her, think about it before you say it, dont just say it because they said it, only say it if you mean it. Dont be afraid to put your feeling on the table. Let her know that you love her before it is to late, Dont lose the love of your life, because you wanted to show your friends that you are tough.

If they are friends they will understand that you love her. Dont let your pride get in the way, because when you lose her to some other guy it will kill you and tear you apart. Dont play with her feelings. Treat her with respect,and show her that you love her everyday. Dont do stupid things that will make her not want to be with you. Stop fighting, and smoking, and all that other stuff that she doesnt like.

If you love her then stop flirtin with other girls, flirt with her. Listen to what she has to say(all of it,not some of it) Be there for her when she needs you, hold her when she cries and tell her it will be ok. Remind her everyday that you need her, that you only want her, and that you love her with everything you have. Dont be stupid and let her go, cuz the chances are that you will never get her back.

Those who cared……

Time, the slowest movement of the fabric of life, how everyday of which we live through either moves faster or slower when we ourselves choose to live. Time is hard especially in darkness, darkness of our shadows that lingers everywhere we turn, every light, every time of day, we can’t hide from it. The very existence of everything emotion every feeling we can’t hide …… The Sadness ……. The Rejection …….. The Loneliness ….. The Pain…….. The Betrayals……. The Jealousy………  The very emotion why it’s there….

Every day the ghost of my own darkness laugh at every passing moment they can, the test and trials of my past my very own shadow grows. Growing my own shadow like every hour the lowering sun shining on me before the darkness surrounds me. Day by day seducing my mind for my downfall, the downfall of my alcoholic self never seem to stop. Merry with the delights of which I never tend to fall for but the joy of which for a moment in time I let it win.

Darkness of the shadow covering my own eyes for which I couldn’t escape, I tried but my plan didn’t work, I tried cutting my own thread of life but of which I stayed with my own darkness for days. My own very moment in time was a slow moving ticking clock, every ticking sound was of which seem to never end. Darkness was my only friend, the dreadful time of which life never seem to take away from me. It seemed like eternity of which it tend to change.

My own darkness of my mind was not alone, after time I heard voices I heard something. I thought it was my own mind deceiving me hearing things I never thought I hear. Time and time again I heard something from a faraway place, searching for it like a ray of light that sparkled in a distant. Voices and music of which I care about, the more I moved the more I can hear it, the more the light shown brighter.

To Be Continued………….

What is love?

What is love?
When you can’t help but talk to your bestfriend from when the sunsets till sunrise. When you see them cry and you feel so hopeless you don’t know what to do. When keeping promises are never broken, or when secrets are meant to be secrets. When no matter what happens friends are forever?

What is love?
The feeling you get when you see the person of your dreams. Where every breath, you never knew you could have taken without them. When they are always consistently on your mind and you can’t help but smile.  When the perfect son is 2 hearts beat as one?

What is love?
the feeling when you hold your child for the first time in your life. Where every hopes and dreams of theirs, you wish comes true. Where you want to protect them from every broken heart or every fall they make?

What is love?
Saving the person you care about most. Where risking you own life for theirs is more important.  The thought that dying a hero’s death is worth more than anything, you can hope for. Where the biggest joy a person could ever do is save another’s life?