Have you ever just taken a minute and paused everything you are doing and just look in the face of people passing by you one by one? I did, and it is heart wrenching how a lot of people are going through a lot of hidden pain in them. Everybody is just a walking volcano and most of these people's pain is triggered by other people who ignored just shutting up or speaking the right words when needed.

This is my letter to all those who are going through that pain and social depression. I am with you.

People are going to treat you bad, walk on you no matter how nice you try to be to them. They are going to make you cry and you are going to feel like life hates you because you give it the best and in return people give you their worst. Don't give up, just never give up because I promise you that it gets better. All the pain that hurts in your heart will one day fade and once again, the magic waterfall will pour in your heart. No matter what you are going through, shed your tears, forgive them and just humble yourself; remember fire doesn't cool fire but water heals the burns...where you sow good, it is good that you will reap; love only comes where it is invited and God only saves those who are broken. Whenever they pin you down, think of Christ; he was spat on, he was beaten, abused and killed by the same people he came to save, but never even for once did he think of vengeance as much as he had the power of God in his palms. For he knew victory that comes with the wounds is always the sweetest. Don't let people change you...be God's instrument and His rewards will amaze you. Remember people can only mistreat you if they are intimidated by you but always take the high road, don't stoop to their level.
© g!o.inked

The poem below pretty much speaks for itself. This is to all who have lost loved ones through depression and society pressure. Please learn to accept people as they are...we aren't gold to fold to whatever you want, we ain't perfect and just 'cause you are strong not all of us are strong...I wrote this because i am just sick of people always expecting us and to show the world to what extent you drive us...I am a loner and i love it that way, i love my solitude and i don't want to be what the society wants me to be. It is simple, accept me and love me for who i am or just find the next exit, but i am not going to fold to what does not please me. Cheers.

Beautiful Decay

You were just a fragile angel masked in imperfection

Whispered by the heavens to not last in this life

Now I live with the misery of pain of your absence

As I rip myself from the inside in hunt for a reason

On what’s the meaning of this if you won’t get to read it

Forgive me that I could not attend your burial

I could not stand the sight of the dark clouded crowd

I just wish you told me you were about to leave

At least I would be freed from this wretched mortality

To be in the next world we imagined as always together

Everybody is unsighted to the load that weighs me down

They keep on saying that I am holding to what’s gone

What if the past is the only present you have to live?

What if tomorrow holds nothing for it seeks freedom too?

To me the wine in this golden cup no longer tastes sweet

I wish I’d convince you it is not too late to stay alive

For I have become nothing but a sailor without a map

Please please promise me if I die tonight and join you

That in the after life you’ll for eternity stay alive

But if you ever decide to leave again, let me live with you

No bullet have I encountered can hush the scar in my brain

Each night I am enslaved by nightmares of our memories

I wake up drowning and fighting for air in the pool of my tears

When I stay awake reality cuts every edge of life trapped in me

Please come salvage me from this nightmare I am drowning into

I hope tonight I will find strength to sleep into a comatose

Maybe overdose of Vicodin and Prozac to keep me asleep forever

For I am out to search for a near death experience

Just for a night to be near you and near the ones behind

For I seek a chance to know that you are in safe hands

I loved it when people nicknamed us The Misery Misfits

Tell me the next world is real like in the movie Lovely Bones

Do you hold memories of how we wanted to be in a psychic ward?

But now I am alone in a medium ward, it totally sucks

For they put me to sleep whenever I scream I miss you

People will never understand how lovely you were

For you did put out your light before you shone bright

I hope you get to read this and cry just as I am

Not because it is your final poem embossed with pain

But because you wish I was there with you

Today I met the popular kids who used to bully us

Wearing false grievance masked with regrets

They even told me to go hang out with them tonight

I guess finally your death has robbed butterflies their color

Finally the owls find the reason to sleeping at night

To the rest of the world out there literate to read

I wish these words were a half empty of what I feel inside

You seize the life of your loved ones in your flimsy palms

Taking away your life steals away more than just one life

For now I bid fare-thee-well to my sanity and my best friend

I guess you’ve finally given me a Walk To Remember

I smile through tears knowing I encountered an angel

“Don’t call me an angel,” you always said.

“All these angels are only here for a moment.”

Here in my last words I kiss your shadows goodbye

As the rest say Rest In Peace you’ll be missed,

For me Return If Possible I miss you

R.I.P & I love You

© g!o.inked 

So today marks my dad's birthday and i wanted to take time and thank God and for the prize of dad He gave me and since today is my dad's birthday and i could not afford to buy him a plasma TV or a car i wrote him a poem to show my appreciation and love...not to brag but i think i have the best and i would not mind to brag about that neither, for he managed to play a role that most fathers have failed. It is because of him that i have become a man and a son i am today.





Four-to-Nine Steps
From the primary thought that you needed me
For nine months you ensured my safety in mom
Patiently waited to see your likeness in your arms
And you rejoiced when you heard my first cry at last

You watched me peel like a bud to a flower
Like a farmer you cultivated me with patience and hope
Though weak, you held me strong when drought threatened
Gave me all of the least that you called yours

Every weekend you’d always take me on long walks
Sometimes I wished I could tell you I was tired
But I was just a kid and never understood why
You knew I’d grow away and you wanted to be with your son

I still remember I used to weep while you went away
I was scared of who would protect me
And when you stayed I’d want to be next to you
For it is by you that I felt safe and loved

You taught me how to forge my strength in life
And not to forget my humanity lest I die alone
I never had a mom like all of my friends
But you played the role better than I could ask for

The world finally robbed me off your arms
But you did not fight nor fear of what I may come
You trusted me to handle whatever thrown at me
And for your faith in me I thank you dad

Now I have grown into a man you smile with
When I look in the mirror it is you I see
And in my heart’s place I can feel it’s yours beating
Wherever I end up dad I still treasure you the most

From a distance it may look like now it’s your sun set
But instead brace yourself to watch your son rise
As you turn forty-nine today HAPPY BIRTHDAY
For I smile ‘cause you’re my father, my dad and my home.
 © g!o.inked

The poem below is written from a child's point of view. A child crying for his tomorrow.

I mop the hope of tomorrows from my eyes

Slowly vanishing into the broken arms of tonight

As I try to satisfy the hunger of my thoughts with why(s)

What tomorrow do we promise the unborn?

You are so blinded to raise trees till you forget to raise us kids

My parents teach me to dread my neighbors as a substitute of loving them

Orders of the day have become follow tattoos and overlook taboos

As you leave footsteps at doors instead of leaving them on our hearts

Love has become of nothing but a game of trophies

Losing a phone is a catastrophe while losing virginity is just an incidence

Our friends have more faith in us than our own families

You walk down the aisle for the profits of divorce instead of love

I see you every Sunday morning nursing hangovers instead of fellowship

Then later set your hopes in gold and when it fails you blame God

Please whisper in my sleep to me who are my role models

You tell me to make me wishes instead of make prayers

You spend every night enjoying the humorous Hollywood stars

But never for once have I seen you enjoy the glamor of sky and its stars

All you teach me is make money from the poor and leave ‘em in bare bellies

Racism is no longer a subject of skin pigment but class

You say you are happy and living the life at its best

While all I see are zombies playing humans; a party of dead ghosts

I look to the sky and it rains down on my velvet suit

The drops of rain tinted in red with tears of the unborn terrified to be born

This is the era where Government rights come first and citizens’ come last

In bookshops bibles cost more than story books

Where emotions pollute environment more than automobiles

They pledge us freedom then inject into us micro-chips to control us

You feed me on genetically modified meals then call me fat

Why do you say you are fighting for peace, when fighting itself is a war?

Why are you looking to the sky for aliens instead of help?

We are all nothing but a leaking hour hand

And before midnight we’ll all be hymns of ghosts

Yes I hear you all say You Only Live Once

But at least leave crumbles for me and the unborn child.

© G!ovanni

Okay this pretty long but ensure you read it for it's really useful.

Each and every single minute we interact with different people in our lives. Knowing or un-knowingly and with a single act or word towards them changes a lot plus it changes a huge number of people. Within your palms you hold destiny that is not only yours but of a lot people. Here is a story:

John’s alarm rung at 6.00am as always to wake him up and prepare for work, but today John was still exhausted from the fun he had the previous night with his girlfriend to be Julia. So instead of waking up, he stretches his hand and accidentally knocks the clock to the floor leaving the clock broken. At 8.00am Julia is disturbed by the absence of John at work, thus she decides to call him. John still suffering from confusion, he rushes outside his house and accidentally steps on a ball that was left at his doorstep by the neighbor’s kid. He trips landing on his butt leaving him with a scratch on his arm.

He furiously walks into the neighbor’s house to find the mother of the kid, Jenny, sleeping on the couch. He yelled at Jenny on how irresponsible she is and she shouldn’t even think of herself as a mother. As he walks out he slams the door behind him leaving Jenny jaw-dropped. Jenny in the meanwhile was actually thinking of how life at her house has become a living hell. She takes a few minutes to think of how minutes before John walked in she prayed for a miracle, for someone to just walk in and tell her that everything is going to be alright. She regains her conscience, picks her phone and calls her husband Jeremy who happens to be interviewing someone for job and asks for a divorce.

Upon hearing this news, Jeremy reacts by shouting at the interviewee (who actually happens to qualify for the job) for accidentally knocking the files on the table to the floor as she was standing up and telling her that the company doesn’t need mindless people and under-educated like her. Jessica, the interviewee, who happens to be turned down now for the seventh time in a row, leaves the office hurt and disappointed at the fact that her parents could not afford taking her to a college that she wanted and studying what she wanted. She leaves the building crying and considering herself not worthy of anything. She suddenly gets a call from her boyfriend Jude who wanted to meet her for coffee.

After roughly fifteen minutes, Jessica joins Jude at a café, Jude looks happy and optimistic in his heart knowing that Jessica had forgiven him for the infidelity he had with Judith a couple of weeks ago. In her heart, Jessica is happy at the thought of at least spending the afternoon with the one she loves. As she sits down at the table trying to hide the pain of losing another Job opportunity she fakes a smile to please Jude. They start a chat but after sometime Jude notices she is not really up for talking and fumes at her that she can’t let go of little things even after apologizing. Not able to take it any more, she yells at him and walks out on him leaving him sitting.

Jude leaves the café pissed off and makes a call to Joel his friend. After a few minutes Joel pulls by and Jude hopes in. Along the way Joel asks Jude why the sad face but instead, the short tempered Jude answers Joel in a rude manner. This offends Joel and the two friends involve themselves in a verbal fight, in the meantime Joel pays a little attention to the road and accidentally hits a girl that was coming outside a bookstore from buying his to-be boyfriend a novel that he so much wanted. The screech of the accident draws attention to the pedestrians and those in the near-by buildings.

Meanwhile, John who was being lectured by his boss Jade for reporting late to work just stands there lost in thoughts about the next date he would have with Julia tonight but suddenly a fellow worker, Jasmine, rushes in and alerts them of the accident outside. John on reaching outside he slowly manages to squeeze himself through the packed crowd and succeeds to be at the front only to see Julia covered in blood, lying next to her is the book he was telling her about the previous night. The Diary: Chronicles of Neill. End of the story ♣

Be careful on how you live your life. A single small act that you could have just turned around but instead avoided can kill a lot of people. Be the source of hope to people. Be the miracle they are looking for. If only John wouldn’t shout at his neighbor Jenny, he maybe would have saved the marriage of Jenny and Jeremy, Jessica would have gotten the job, Joel wouldn’t be going behind bars and maybe John would happily have married Julia.

Legal Disclaimer: The characters and events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

We buried a muse the other day

For a poet laid down his quill

He said he'd never write again

For he simply refused to feel

Muses came from miles around

To tell their friend goodbye

Inspiration was everywhere

You should have heard them cry

They buried him in a special place

Up on Inspiration Hill

Paper flowers covered his grave

His tombstone was his quill

No one knows where muses go

When poets refuse to write

Maybe they simply disappear

Or maybe follow the light

The next time you get your writer's block

And you're feeling empty inside

Your inspiration has gone to a funeral

For another muse has died

Coutesy of Whiskurz
http://www.writerscafe.org/Larry B

So i have to admit love really sucks..or it don't suck until things get worse...yeah that moment you become strange to the one person who could see right through you. I mean seriously why do people change when they shouldn't change the most? 

I fell in love, enjoyed it while it lasted and i was convinced that it was going to last for always...sure enough all it did was lust for always which never came. One day she woke up and i become a stranger to her. She just flipped and didn't want to see me or talk to me. I have torched every corner of my heart and burnt it down looking for "why(s)" but i never got one. I tried to cry but no tear fell down my cheek...it is not that i didn't love her but sometimes you get hurt till you just don't know what to do but pen down the tearless grief of your broken heart.

Well if you read this one day, i hope you understand i never hated you but i hated myself for convincing myself that this was in way different, break my walls down and leave myself vulnerable to you to shoot right through me and desert me torn. The is "the" how much i needed you...

Fading April

You have poisoned my thoughts with your memories

You have become nothing but the death of me

Bit by bit you consume the soul of me

Lift me up then drop me from your silver lining

Break and restore before you break me again

Is your philosophy, as you drink from my pain

Cut me wide open before you walk right through me

My pain your pleasure, my loss your gain

I wake up each morning mourning at your smile

I beg of you please take a break on me

I beg of you to please break my heart

I beg of you to please release me from your wrath

Please just make smile with your absence

Your absence that has scarred me with scars to forever last

Go ‘head and put a cup next to my chin as I cry

Go brag to the world about the latest addition in your collection of hearts

Write it in the sky-line that you are happy

Tell it to the world how you really loved me

Tell them you never meant it and I was the one weak

And I’ll just be making you notes that say “I MISS YOU”

I’ll ink every single letter with blood from my scars

I’ll sink every single pillow with my teary nights

I’ll think everyday why you avoid me yet it hurts me

And I’ll thank you everyday for the love that you gave me

I know it’s not in the options but I still pray you stay

But when you stay you put knife right through my heart

And when you go you rip it out leaving me in broken parts

So as you fade with this month of April I’ll whisper your name

In this poem sealed with lies through so many tears