I wrote these, and they ain't to good, but they are me :)
To speak words of love, to those who do not wish them, is pointless. And in this matter will only bring pain to the speaker. So let us hold our tongue! And let us, all of me, smile with faces bright with compassion. We have us, and that is too much already
Sense with our insanity,
M.E.
Time, I was never given enough. The time I have spent with loved ones, so little, the same as a single day in the eyes of the immortal. Like a passing of friends so brief, they look like strangers.
Time of love,
M.E.
It's so easy to hate yourself for so many things luv, the past, the preasent, and what we might do in the future. But all that hate blinds us to the goodness of the world: all the music; writing not yet written; the places yet to be seen; the people to be met; and life not experienced. So put down your rage, let it flow from your body as music flows through your heart. Take that pain, smile in it's face! Kiss it's cheek, say I love you; you made me who I am, but I have things to do, so many things. So I will remember you, but I won't let you hold me down. The music plays: and I'll be damned if I'm not going to follow it! Farewell, and remember me won't you . Turn your back, and walk down your path. Let the song you write play louder then any pain Be free, and find what gives you that freedom, and be thankful for all the little things that make you smile
Thought of Emotion,
M.E.