PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You know if you don't go out and look for something better you won't find it, but it just might find you If you'd care to pay attention.

You could die tomorrow leaving a huge mess.for.someone.else to plough through probaby someone you didn't notice cared a hell of a lot for you. At least you change your underwear every second day I hope

You know out of.the millions and millions of sperm who didn't make it you did and is not any easy ride to get.here I'd your lucky enough to be able to read this well you've got shitloads of luck already can you hear? Can you speak? Can you lend a hand? The answer is probably yes and you're still unhappy with your lot

Do you wastemore energy covering up your failings and excusing yourself with bullshit excuses? You could just own up accept promise to do better and deliver and drop the.defensive riot rot.

You could at any moment become a deeper human being and delve just a little deeper in others risking a part of yourself the trade off is worth the price to know the fall of the dice. but you seek unforfillment voraciously as if will fill you. Like any snack it will soon leave you hungry for a real 5 course meal, not another 5 dollar meal deal.

Dwell on love like you're owed it never really understanding you earn it and give it freely instead you slpurge it on yourself and demand more of others, really? Aren't you tired of this moron game where everything is always the same? Variety is the spice of life or a reason but that's not trying every product on the shelf, its seeing how far you can go and what you can do with one product at a time and learning something divine

You cry for hope and kill it spiritually like you don't heed or need it instead green eyes and luxury spam drives it no wonder your lost with a master that couldn't give a shit about you. And you serve it like a slave as if your life depends upon it and love it as you hate it. Yet again you will fall as do we all for the gassious hollow charm a pretty nest would bring, when all the while the warmth we beg lies rotting in a hovel of a home.

Where's your appreciation and wonder and inspiration hiding who tricked you into forgetting? Perhaps it was some moron you didn't recognise in your reflection?