Have you ever been at a point where you realize you have so much inside of you that needs to come out. So much you need to say. But you feel that you seriously lack the creativity required to fully express and give justice to it. Have you ever just felt like you lacked in anything or everything? Have you ever looked around, realized life was great, but something you couldn't place just really isn't right, and still you are unable to say anything? And have you ever realized that all the good in life is just a product of, a reaction to the bad? And that good itself fuels evil. If nothing else they are relative to each other and you cannot know one without another, but I am quite convinced they are interconnected, at work together yet so very different.
Have you ever looked up and realized you are not at all what you wanted to be when you reached this point in life?

And that when you type it is all rambling that sounds overdramatic because nothing really justifies any of the words that come out?

I think you guys should check out Dreaming Out Loud by OneRepublic. It is amazing. The best tracks are by far All we are, All Fall Down, Prodigal, and the original version of apologize before Timbaland. Right now, though, I am listenging to Urban Hymns by the Verve. It has a strang effect on me. It is the best cd that I have ever ignored.

Well, i have to work on my resume. Strange in itself. I always feel awkward talking about myself. But I need $$$ the root of all.... life.
Adios.

So hey guys. I wrote this a while back and in my head it was a song, and I tried to "poemize" it and ended up messing up rhythm and stuff, and I know it's not the best, but if yall could give me some tips, I would be more than greatful. I need some honest, critical feedback. I haven't written in a while, and it is increasingly difficult to write down the mess in my head. But I've tried. Let me know what you think.

This house just looks so empty
this air just feels so cold.
I’m looking for our mabye
Where have the small words gone

Forward in Time.

What I wanted I fought for it.
Now it seems I have it.
So why did I sell it so cheap.
Just to make a habit.

That’s my life.

She said have you ever felt
How it feels to pull your world down
To watch it crash around you
To watch yourself drown

Does it feel Fine?

I saw a man in my street
Trying to beat the system
With a bottle in his hand
Looking for change in the cushion of life

Should he even try?

I vowed to tell his story
everywhere that I go.
Til I understand what I’ve seen.
Til I know what I know.

And what it means.

Youre tracing with your fingers
every line on my face.
So you won’t forget (You can’t forget
The pain I’ve caused this place)

I just can’t think.

At the end of the day,
I only have one question.
Am I happy, was it worth it,
Would I do it again?

We will soon see.

With teary eyes she pointed out
There’s still something normal in the twisted,
With a far away look
Something good even in the wicked.

What does it mean?

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