I hate flawed expectant people..
The dark side of expectations…
Expecting if it rains you’ll hold the umbrella over them, in their delusional world.
Expecting if they lose a dollar you’ll give them one of yours.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand having a persons back,
but they have to have yours too.
Nothing is worse than expectant people that take take take , but never give.
When they need you you’re there.
When you need them they’re busy or have to much going on to care.
People that expect you to do for them, without realizing you don’t have to do nothing.
Constantly taking without giving anything in return.
A selfless deed is called kindness.
When you take advantage of kindness,
you’re not only being a user,
you’re ending a relationship that had the potential to be great.
Peace and Love Always
By: meee… Jasmine
Word of mouth,
Unearth love that causes you to doubt.
Red kissers and breathless words.
Silent thoughts that are never to be heard.
Mute screams that tells you what you deserve.
Sealed fate with the press of plush lips.
Not a sense of what the present supposedly gifts.
Guilty and knowing
You can only burn yourself twice before you learn a lesson.
They say bad karma will have you searching for a needle in a haystack.
Looking for the gain of nothing.
Sometimes its just the opposite of that.
Sometimes bad karma will have you searching for a hay stick in a needle pyramid
Tough, painful, and evej more pointless.
Fearless I used to be
Running through trees and diving in dry leaves.
Daring , loud, and
Fearsome I have become,
Running from past shame,
No more climbing in trees that, poisonous spiders may claim .
Dry leaves hurt when your not a 45 pound 5 year old.
It s all so familiar, but
It just not the same…
Forbidden is a mind that is free!
A mind that can see pass the envy and greed.
Forbidden is a little girls cries of hunger that can’t be fed with tainted truth and lies.
Forbidden is a man’s hopeful plead to succeed so that limitless heauxs will beg for his seed.
Forbidden is a mind that see’s through the deceivers dimly lit creaks.
If you unbox your mind, you’ll own your truth.
My dream is so within reach yet out of reach.
I strive for better, and never accept less, even when that’s all there is left.
Can’t build a house and not expect some bricks to fall on you.
And trust me when they fall it hurts way worst when fixing it.
If I told you the more you think you’re dying the faster you’ll die, how long would it take you to die?
If i asked you to draw a picture of what honesty looks like, would you know how to?
And if you didn’t would that make you dishonest?
A picture says a thousands words you’re not even thinking, contrary to popular beliefs.
Just as your body screams at you, telling you what you don’t need.
Like birds living in a tree, with a nest made of sticks and dry leaves.
We could all look within our own beliefs, and find that doubt we hide with ease.
But will we?!
Its the eyes that give us all away.
They tell our secrets and expose our pain.
Like dirty laundry hanging out side for all to see, ignorant to our vain.
You’re a depraved heart thieve,
Its funny how you dare to try to break my heart, only to find its already stolen.
Someone got here before you and ran away with it.
You can’t hurt me deep enough to matter, but you can make me sick.
Sorry you thought you could break me, but my heart I barely miss.
What is interesting are the thoughts that others can never see.
The energy we pick up from all things unknowingly.
I transition into my higher being only to dream the same things I’ve always dreamed.
Forever a wanderer of all beings.
Its never enough, no matter what.
Even the finish is a new beginning.
Today brings tomorrow’s envy.
The end is always empty, the start is always full.
Like a gas filled car going no where, stopping only when you need more fuel.
What is this all for?
What is our destined fate?
I now ask a million questions so either I’m on time or too late.