It's a first of many I realized this Easter.
I had a first birthday, first Thanksgiving,
first Christmas without you.
Even though I thought I couldn't.
It was hard as hell, I survived a first of many firsts to come.
Who do you see
Standing here
It’s just me
I have stood
And not left
Even when
It was hard as hell
Will there ever be
An easy day
What would I do
If it was yesterday
I don’t know anymore.
© Paul Warren Poetry
I have a story
A story to tell
About how life
Is hard as hell
It didn't come
With whistle or bells
It sure ain't no ***ing fairy tail
The life they live
Is fake as hell
Nothing but lies
They try to sell
The glory
The fame
The money
The game
The devil's work all the same
You must listen
as I try to explain
There's a fine line
between insanity and sane
Life is too short
for misery and pain
And there's only two ways
you can play this game
1. Live by him
Hallowed be thy name
Trials tribulations
Hardship and pain
But not unnoticed
And never in vain
2. Life of lives
Whistles and bells
A fake ass life
A ****ing fairytale
Trust and believe
That sin is plenty
In your heaven of hell
But this I bet
You will not prevail
Take what you will
From this story I tell
Positivity respect
love and heart
Is what my story
Has to sell
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Your backside is as hard as hell
Turtle, turtle, in your shell
Come on out, I've rung your bell
Every Moment
We are not here to live the tiny life of our egos',
which is merely pride, indeed.
We are here to fulfill the purpose of our soul,
with happiness,
that's intended from inside, so you see?
Yes, I'm a little bruised, slightly broken even!
Throw or cast your burdens to God,
let Him handle and take care of them?
And I may permanently be scarred,
and deep a wound, that it is,
but I'm still here, aren't I, living happily, too?
I am still fighting; I do it day by day,
I'm still waking up every morning,
and with a smile, can't be taken away.
And go through its days all over again;
this life may be hard as hell, and it is!
But, life's lessons, learning them is best.
But life is still a gift, a blessing,
and I am going to live every moment of it,
up or down, shall it come?
Savoring its tastes of the humanisms';
it gives, it takes, we make our mistakes at a play.
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The past is over. Let it go
And welcome in tomorrow.
Our days on earth are measured out
And more we cannot borrow.
Such sage advice, for sure, and yet
Instruction I can’t follow.
The letting go part is, to me,
A pill I cannot swallow.
And so I cling to memories
And objects from the past,
In disbelief that all those years
Have disappeared so fast.
I realize that by holding on,
I’m mired in the muck.
It once felt comfortable in there,
But now I’ve gotten stuck.
It’s time to shed my former self,
Embrace the older new;
I wouldn’t bet on my success –
It’s hard as hell to do.
The world passes you by
Looking through a window with no way out.
Watching and staring but never does it help.
Wishing someone would figure it out.
I know who I am
Why do people see differently?
I am an emotional roller coaster that just gains speed.
Some days are good.
Other days are hard as hell.
There’s a battle I fight inside.
You wouldn’t know it if you passed me on the street.
That I am dealing with many things.
I try so hard and never do I succeed.
some days I want to give in.
Other days I have the strength it takes.
To fight the war inside me.
Altho I'm highly criticized for the mistakes I've made.
I hope I never go unloved for the mistakes I've made.
To the ordinary man my "blessings" are catastrophies.
No one loves a loser, who waddles in his losses.
Yet everyone loves a comeback.
Praise me not for my accomplishments.
Who's to blame for my success?
I know it's someone out there who needs credit for
my endeavors.
Why isn't there anyone who blames themselves for my mistakes?
Why is it so easy for a man to hold himself with low value?
Most people say I'm egotisticle for placing such high value
on my soul.
Its hard as hell to carry on when no one loves you.
On the outside looking in, I'm a clown once inside they say I'm to
intense.
Often times I find myself questioning me.
Then I realize responsibility is intense.
I can say proudly that I know how Marcus Garvey is/was
feeling.
-Not in the since of running-
But the standing up of a man in "protecting" my mistakes,
mishaps, misfortune.
for all those who criticize me in order to
make themselves feel better about themselves, the pleasure is all mine.
Carry On!!