As I sit bleeding.
Through this pen.
Describing my feelings.
These thoughts in my head.
Hoping you will accept me.
For who I am.
But, still you judge me.
You don't understand.
I just don't get.
What I have to do.
To show you I'm human.
Just like you.
I'm not perfect.
I don't pretend to be.
I just want you to love me.
Set me free.
From my prison.
Of incertianty.
But, I know that won't happen.
So I leave.
Your love was so empty.
Your love was a lie.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why I even tried.
Even though I lay bleeding.
I'm still alive.

"Leave Out All The Rest" By LinkinPark

The lyrics pretty much speak for themselves.

I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cause no one else cared

After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shared what I made

I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you

So if you're asking me
I want you to know

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
[End Chorus]

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

[Chorus]
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed

Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory

Leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting
All the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well

Pretending
Someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are

I was born in the ministry. I think back to all the times I was obligated to be something I wasn't. I for one will not put up a smoke screen to make anyone else happy. Being born in an atmosphere where religion is the main priority, and beliving other wise you would be automaticly labeled as inferior or incompitant. That's what pushes me away from Christianity, and the fact that the worst people alive are Christans because I have experianced first hand that they claim to be "holy" than thou. They say that they hold the "key" to everlasting peace and harmony. But, they themselves are the most decietfull conviving, and judgemental people I have ever encountered.

But, I am not saying that all Christians are bad. Nor do I see them as all to be the same. I was told to pay my ties and for what? So the pastor can ride fast and get somes rims on his truck?

In no way do I see Christians, or any other belivers and week or insignificant. On the contary, my whole emphasis was to live life the way you see fit, sick to your convictions, do what is best for you regardless of what other people may think or say. I know I can't control my life due to the fact that my circumstances, and my situations won't let me. I'm just a human. You made a good point, about how humans have contorted religion to their own benifet, and that it is in our nature to fight and be evil. But in who's name are people fighting? For what case are people being killed everyday? I don't blame religion for the problems in the world today because in the end. We are the ones that made this planet what it is. But I personally think it would be a better place without it.

(This my offend alot of people) But, to me god is just an adults version of an imaginary friend. I want to be in control of my life. To base the foundation of my very exsistance on something as rediculous as "faith" and to be nothing but a puppet on the string of some "higher being" is not living. I just look at all the problems the church has. The end product of what "religion" has brought to us. Children getting molested, war, blood shed over who's right and who is wrong. The fanatisism of some people and how the'd rather turn their back on there own family just because their convictions are not the same, or they do not agree with the supposed standards of the "higher being". Don't get me wrong here I respect religion and all that other stuff. But that's just the way I see things.

Heavy...very heavy. Also emotional discriptive nature of this piece very well put. Thank you for sharing.

An a great piece thanks for sharing

A philosphy that I personally go by is

"Trust no man, fear no b****"

it's not sophisticated but hey it works for me

Superman with my lil'twist cuz after I'm done the world will be a better place. I'll give'em a lil'jesus christ mixed with some leather face.

Looking at the struggles, all the trouble.
Over what?
Money, power, respect.
Living our daily lives without a single regret.
As we neglect what matters most.
Our friends, our family,and everyone we hold close.
Dancing with death on a daily basis.
Chasing money, and catching felony cases.
Saying you love your family, but you put them through hell.
Yeah, love them now that your in a 8x6 cell.
Don't ask why your in prison.
When you ask for the life you're living.
It's a doggie dog world.
But, you where chasing a cat.
When hear the blast from th gat.
Your life line goes flat.
All you hear is beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Just think of the hell you've cause as you "Rest In Peace."

Well steven, our creativity and our poetry speaks from within. What we feel, and what we know sometimes it's hard to put in words. But keep writing because you can only get better.

Very good write homie, I like the flow of this piece it's awsome congrats.

A pen, a pad, a laptop, a mic.
My music is my passion.
My music my life.
With every verse, every line, word that I speak.
I reach for the split secounds.
Of my absolute perfection.
Inspiration bestowes upon me.
The power of creation.
With no hesitation.
I witness the manifestion.
A pen, a pad, a laptop, a mic.
My music is my passion
My music is my life.

oh, hmmmm never heard of it. Good song though.

Did you write this? It's realy good.

Hot summer days playing basketball with my brothers. The bar-b-ques my uncle used to through on his little 1 acre farm. The boxing matches we'd have in my back yard with my brothers, my cousins, and I. Helping my dad in his landscaping buisness on summer break and making 20 bucks a week, and on the weekend me and my brothers would go to the arcade and blow it all in 4 hrs.

If there's one thing I truely miss, is how my mom would make us home made ice cream every now and then. She'd wip up some of the best stuff I've ever had.

If I wear baggy clothes, and a fitted Cap I'm a "thug" and I can't be taken seriously to save my life!!!

If I where a button up dress shirt, slaks, dress shoes, and a tie. Then that's a whole different story.

I guess it applies in what enviorment I'm in.....oh welll

Most of our heroes are locked up

Diseased or deceased

We can never really remorse until somebody is resting in peace

We measure the best by success and ain't impressed by nothing less

Only time we say we wanna change is when we ain't got no change left

Only time we call on God is when is nobody else to call

Keep stumbling over the same road block that just made you fall

We always gotta wait until something happen before we start reacting

We at war with ourselves how much longer are we gonna be attacking?

-Chamillionaire "Ultimate Victory"

Roll a joint, pop another pill, snort another line.
It's all the same.
Nobody cares about you, and nothing's ever going to change.
You're in love with this intoxication that only numbs the pain.
The only time you find peace is when your frying you brain.
But, only for so long until reality hits you like a train.
As you're drowning in a pit, and everyone offers you their hand.
But, you rather sink deeper cuz they only think they understand.
You look death right in the face and all you do is laugh.
While your family sitting back and thinking how much longer will you last.
How long until the Reaper comes and puts you out of your misery?
How much longer till you’re nothing more than a memory?
How many tears does you little brother have to cry for you to finally see?
That no matter how many lines of coke, all the weed you smoke, and all the pills you take.
The fact that your mother's gone still remains the same.
So, keep living in this world you've created of violence and drugs.
Keep running away from the ones you love.
Roll a joint, pop another pill, snort another line.
It's all the same.


This was my reality for a long time. The loss of my mother hit me harder than it hit anyone else in my family. But, now I can proudly say I've been sober for well over a year. I have my life back in one piece and things couldn't be better