MY OWN WRITTEN PAGES OF ME

 

I have been Pretending that you were on my side

In life where love is needed the most,

But, with time I had realized what we had

are only lies,

I dealt with much when times are hard,

But I won’t make a fuse about us,

I just let life take its cores,

Let the pages turn

And let life write out what is coming next,

Tonight, is quite;

People are out doing their own thing

To making their own life dreams,

I hear the screams of what are also called

Broken dreams, in my neighborhood,

But it’s not as bad as it looks,

People just don’t know how to act

Living a life in the flats,

it really doesn’t affect me all that much

knowing this is all I had ever known,

But, at times I had truly wondered

what life is like on the others side,

Is it full of happiness with lots of Love?

or is it all the same,

is life just one big old game,

Even if they live life in fame,

Do they feel their own shame?

Or do they give others the blame?

This world holds famous lines of all times

That is why the ancient poets written

What their hearts felt and bled

While they were lying in their own beds

resting their heads,

Watching the stars and the glamorous moon,

thinking about what our life would be like in our time,

there ancient words carried on to a new generation,

where Love, and heartaches are still the same,

It doesn’t matter if your rich or poor,

Love is a treasure;

A gift from heaven above,

But with time love can stay strong or weather away  

those are the chooses we make and face,

I’d would be lying if I said it was all different,

I live life just like anyone else,

I bleed and I breath air in my lungs,

I know my own strength that I had to learn

I am still living my life the best way I can,

I’m Writing out my own famous lines

Even in my most painful time in life,

I write out whatever it is that makes my own heart bleed,

In my own blood-stained ink, is many words

That are good and bad

Happy or sad

For others to read all about me,

Yes, I too lived a life that wasn’t very nice,

But, my heart is still young

and my mind is working just fine,

But, my spirit feels ancient, like time.

But, I know I was never truly a lone

God has been watching me from his throne.

What we do in our lives

We our oneself pays for the life we make

While we are a live life

So, live it right in Gods eyes

Because that is the best way to dye.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 5-28-017