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Just My Opinion

We’re all allowed to speak our minds But should we if we’re being unkind? Who are we to step on another’s beliefs, And unnecessarily cause people grief? Our words alone can have a terrible effect When we don’t think of who they’ll affect We just say and do things without remorse Ignorant to the harm it may actually cause Some use opinions to spread hate and pain Deliberately hurting people for personal gain They prey on peoples lifestyles and choices without realizing the power of their voices  Having an opinion is a true god given right And when we express it we often lose sight Of the responsibility we have for word and actions And that we must accept people’s reactions One of our saddest truths despite everything Is that we forget that we’re all human beings We don’t have to step on another’s dominion We can live and let live but then that’s my opinion

Mocha

Its captivating aroma and scintillating taste Not one single drop will ever go to waste A fusion so great it will always be savored Cos nobody can question its amazing flavour You can’t put a price on this magnificent drink One little sip and you’re no longer on the brink It’s so relaxing and therapeutic in its own way Every sip is like a warm hug on a really cold day Best enjoyed in the company of good friends And the banter continues even after it ends Whether it’s venting or serious conversation It’s also great for a date or an intervention Even on the loneliest days, it’ll ease your mind Especially when the world is being really unkind It’s that perfect blend not too bitter not too sweet That makes a steaming hot Mocha an ideal treat

Tears

Why do we only cry behind closed doors? Has nobody ever cried in public before? We’re human beings after all, that’s a fact So why can’t we behave with a little tact? Tears are a human’s purest sign of emotion It is not a sign of weakness or a demotion For even the upmost joy can bring one to tears And so can the realization, of our biggest fears Have you ever cried at a movie at all? Or felt even the tiniest tear drop fall? Remember when you heard certain lyrics of a song? How can the world believe it’s wrong? Whether we realize it or not, it makes life grand It means we can relate and that we understand They should bring us closer and not tear us apart But these tough folks, don’t know where to start Tears makes us real, warm and maybe even bold As opposed to robotic, heartless and cold But then, people are horrid, selfish and cruel They think they’re strong, so they act like fools Tears are not something to laugh at or mock It’s something ...

Perception

Wow, I can’t believe I've been so blind as to why this world has become so unkind I almost ashamed that it took this long for me to understand that I was oh so wrong I've only blamed myself for all my scars never thinking once that I strayed so far my dependency on friends was a big mistake cos I couldn’t distinguish between real from fake I didn't care at all about how the world saw me cos ultimately, what you get is what you see now I understand why people just walk away guess people just got sick of seeing me this way true, we should never judge a book by its cover especially when someone’s life has turned sour but if they open up, regardless of a platform? do we walk away or help them weather the storm? most times we assume that they’re crying wolf even though we never really have any proof that people who cry out are nothing but faking imagine the toll that walking away is taking that's how unkind the world is and now I kno...

Forgotten

It's amazing how life actually works and how people you trust, become jerks life's not meant to be easy, that's for sure and people's cruelty sure as hell has no cure It's sad fact of life that people come and go we fulfill a purpose till we aren't needed anymore loss is the hardest thing to deal with in our hearts however they leave us, we're always torn apart The pain that some ignore is all too real and it takes a long time for some souls to heal people see it as weak and just ignore the yelp not realising at all that it's all a cry for help Unfortunately that's just how people are all they do is pretend that they care they use, abuse, manipulate and ditch and they're the ones that always end up rich And yet, we still go to enormous lengths to help with every ounce of our strength even then they all walk away like we're rotten and all the good we've done, is simply forgotten 

Happily Ever After

It's what we all look for in life To be happy and free of strife While some have it pretty easy Others struggle and become needy It brings balance, yet it's not fair That some succeed with out a care It's hard watching through envious eyes Looking on at those who never really cry In a world where romance is dead We lay here all alone in our bed Wondering "what if that was me?" The perfect child with no ugly to see We blame ourselves for all our faults hurting instead of locking them in vaults In the end, we all want the same thing To be happy and enjoy what life brings To be with both family and friends Who love you and are with you till the end To live a life of mostly joy and laugther Would be nothing short of happily ever after

Inside Voice

It's almost an art form, bottling it all up Not saying a word and letting your blood boil Showing a smile to the world, staying strong Yet crying and letting go behind closed doors, Though it doesn't really work for everyone, Cos some hearts can only take so much Until they boil over and the rage kicks in And you lose control of your emotions Sometimes losing control is perceived as weak It ostracizes people and overshadows everything Any and all good deeds go down the drain pipe And you're left to tangle with your troubles alone But is it really weak to accept your pain? And want company during hard times? Is it really fair to ostracize the already lonely? When all they ever wanted was a friend? You feel your nightmares become real All your dreams dissappear before you And your past will haunt you everyday No choice, you just have to live through it Your heart, beating broken beats and so hollow That empty, lonely feeling of remorse inside The d...