June 2012
16 posts
Work
I have three jobs. Work, School, and bettering myself. 8 hours a day, 6 classes a semester and 3 miles before sunset. The gym is not a fashion show, runners do not wear matching sweat suits. We sweat hard, don’t care what we look like while doing it. You push hard, and when your about to give up you push harder. I read books and put down the remote. I need no trainer, and no miracle pills. I...
Days
One day of bliss, an evening delightful. But we part ways and split, asking why? so spiteful. Hands warm like the sun, but hearts cold as the rain. I’d do anything for you, and endure any pain. To everything turn. For every day we learn. For the lights always fades and dusk turns to black. Always to have loved, but never been loved back.
“I don’t do it for you, I don’t work for you, I don’t cry for...”
– Jrock (from outer space)
“Im not like everyone. I dont live like they live. I dont eat what they eat. No...”
– (via e-ray-so-fly)
Hellz yeah
Original spoken word
When I told you I couldn’t do it, that I couldn’t hurt you anymore, you told me I had a big heart and was selfless. Reality is…I care far to much that I would hurt myself in the process. I need to be a little selfish.
The faster I go the slower I get, the farther I run I am always set back. No matter where I hide and matter what I do, I try to occupy my mind but I still think of you…I miss you.
