When you write you can get your thoughts out
but if it's something that hurts you and no one sees,
what's the point in writing it?
The world is full of hurt, why make it worse?
Keep your thoughts to yourself.
Don't allow someone to hurt you.
Don't contaminate the pages with your nonsense.
The only way to be truly happy
is when you're at peace.
What if my peace is death?
What if I don't have a purpose?
Maybe,
just maybe,
I do have one.
I just lost it.
well,
my brain lost it.
What do you mean I can’t sing
Because I never said I could
And although I will always have a go
I know I am no good
So keep your thoughts to yourself
And I will then keep mine
Because I don’t think you can sing
No beat, no rhythm, no rhyme
DAMO
Apathetic to your positivity.
We keep on running, because we can’t stand still.
We keep on climbing, because we have got to get up the hill.
We keep on searching for a better thrill.
We are humans and we strive to advance, using all of our will.
Forward we march, dragging the weaker man with us.
Onward we go, for the good of our health.
Drop and give me, twenty one-handed push-ups;
I am too lazy to evolve, so keep your thoughts to yourself.
You can advance the entire human race
And you have my full support.
As long as that doesn’t require anything from me.
I will not hinder your quest to find out more,
But I cannot bring myself to need anything but peace
And a place to be alone without your positivity.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Everything happens for a reason
Life is a journey comes with good
And bad always keep your ladder high
My goals are elevated, set to achieve
People around me keep fighting they
Fight over my target and I say: trust nobody
Good friends are hard to find
I talk to my mirror about my dreams;
I am blessed! I’m a success! I’m on top!
Keep your thoughts to yourself
Sooner or later you will rejoice and
Rejoice only but with me.
Greg Jones.
Unexpected Limitations
I am my own motivation
but thanks anyway
for your generous inspiration
You can keep your reservations
I’m replacin’ them with V.I.P salutations…
No more wastin’ time on my mind
You can flip another dime…
Your silly sellin’ dreams with no means
so I see how obscene….
Obscene I mean and I’m a mental patient
cause’ I’m the illest of the ill
and this facility is filled
with nothin’ but basic patients
Keep your thoughts to yourself
cause’ I can read your mind “already”
So I’m “already” gone with what you gave
but didn’t need or want…
So now you think I’m stuck huh?
You know you’re SO right
cause’ I’m stuck on star mode
for the rest of your life
and I’m gonna’ swim while you fin
for the sin of the Dead Sea you’re in
So I’ll see you on the other side of the bridge
And I might just call this one “Heavenly Brooklyn”
By: Aleasha A. Martin
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