Why fight to always be number one in everything When life teaches us it is the smaller things of everyday that the most we are always missing Yet so many will fight to the death to conquer the most expensive things they end up wanting And ignore the little things of everyday living When it is well known that nobody can live without the smallest things having Try to reach the stars and forget about what the heart is always wanting And you may never find true happiness and always for more be longing Because once we reach the stars we tend to want to go to the next galaxy and will not stop at anything When the eyes are bigger than the stomach we always want more than we are needing And forget our best friends who by our side were always fighting Until one day our own need for greed, lust and power leaves us without our friends’ tender loving So be wise my friend and never let your greed take control of your heart’s hungering Or sooner or later it is your mind you’ll end up loosing And nothing will satisfy you until gambling for more you end up losing everything.
Plain jane Jane is insane Band tees and sneakers Things are never as they seem She walks the walks Talks the talk To herself while walking down the street A strut in her step To her own beat There is
Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution
Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever
Little lady only 13. Never pretty enough but smart as can be. No friends just books. Mom overworked so no dinner just lonely. She was bullied for years: isolated in insecurity, abandonment, and unhappiness until she was 17. Senior year
From my late night reads , To our play .. You were there , Little devil … With that gleam in your eyes And sound of your whistle . My closest buddy in animals disguise, I talked , you listened
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A nice poem of good aphorisms