Modestly WordlessA Poem by PoeticFuryThis was almost a self evaluation...If modest was not words. If I cared less; would you be proud of me then. If I did not give a damn about nothing, and everything you heard was not fly, and I like a bird would drop more crap on this planet. While the entire time making things more harder for the world and I lived in darkness all I do is hide. Would you be my number one fan? If I left all I loved would you understand? Instead of helping you on that ledge how would you feel if I pushed you off instead of taking your hand? What if I did not bounce back and forward anymore trying to be someones hero and instead of trying to keep things together. If I only cared about self. Knowing that I was not made of rubber. What if I got tired of being the one man rock band? What if I wanted to take over everything, and I did not care who I hurt. As long as I accomplished my plan. That I had no time for the good. No time for the bad. Cause they don't care about me. Does not matter if it is a woman or a man. What if I did not want to handle my own problems and when it came to trouble I would just not face it. Yet someone goes to look for me they say that he is gone. Away he ran. What if I was the devil? A down dirty rebel... That believed he stood above all else. Knowing that no one could get on my level. What if I told you right now that everything that you are reading right now is one big lie? …........................................ Got your breath yet? It is...... Why? Cause no one in this life will dictate how I live, and there is only one person who dictates when I die. If I was not to be something that I am not. I would have trouble trying to be a custom to something that is not mine. I prefer to work with what I got. Cause in this life pressure is a stressful. Though I am not going to change my ways to take a cheap way to be successful. Yet neither should you.... I know life hurts sometime , but it's your job to take down the drama and out do the stupidity. Tell those who don't know anything to get a life. Tell them to get a clue. Sometime I feel pain. Sometime I wonder if I can forever stay the same, but for twenty years I have been fighting and I am the same. Though I am going to say this slow...... Words will forever be modest. I will continue to help others. I will sit on that ledge and hold their hands, and talk to them because they all are my sisters and brothers. I will complete my plan... To one day get the world to understand that we have a choice. I will take the screams of others and mine to the top of the stage as the one man rock band. To make ourselves a unit. ...One voice Know I am no rebel, but I can rebel against. As I look through the fence. I watch those who suffer, and help them as much as I can to help them get away from their past. To make them think and feel... To wonder where it went. Instead of letting go all I love I will open up. Which I have a secret to share. I will forever care. If anyone needs me if I am in an arms reach I will be there. Cause when I do this I promise that I set myself so free. So many say I help them.... No I don't, but the one thing that keeps this blood going the most. Is no matter how much I hurt I have people to go to at the end of the day. In other words.... Those very people help me. “Never let anyone change you”
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2 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on April 17, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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