Blog 4
-
The Feeling of Having Nothing.
The feeling of having nothing,
The thought of nothing real.
To be kept around only to be used,
And not knowing it til it hits you right in the face.
Struggling just to make It though the day,
Wanting to just break down and give up.
Giving into the temptation of depression,
Sliding down a rocky slope with no end.
Waiting for someone to lend a hand,
To give you the strength and trust back.
To build you up and hold on tight,
For a long trip back to the top.
I lost everything i’ve cared about,
Learning that what I thought was real only to be fake.
I’ve fallen down and gotten up before,
But this time, theres no one to help me up.
The task is mine and I will show everyone how strong I really am! -
QUOTE OF THE DAY!!!
“We allow the most atrocious lies uttered by political and moral prostitutes to go unchallenged. These lies are endlessly recycled in the commercial media until they become ingrained in the public conscience as truth. Worse than burying our heads in the sand, we bury them up our collective ass. How do you like the view?” ~Charles Sullivan
-
ur just an after thought...
broken down to be left to die,
heartlessly beaten to a pile of nothing.
cut into a million unwanted pieces,
thrown out to be forgotten and decayed away.
heart broken, love gone.
drowning in this ocean of misery.
never to be rescued by her again,
lost to anguish and hurt of her shadow.
wondering if this pain will ever go away,
tormented by her smell and touch.
used like a little puppet,
forgotten by happiness only to be left with heartache. -
love
Love
If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
that is what love is... and if any of u can tell me that u truely love someone or something like this than ill know who is the liar, me or u...