Walking.

Walking in the empty street,

the yellow lines lead my feet,

every step a new arrival,

to the rest of my survival.

Here alone I meet the end,

The road knows not another bend,

Everyone runs out of ground,

Sometimes we must turn around.

Knowing that what we will find,

Is not the road we left behind.

Every step ahead we make,

Is a step back we cannot take.

We can’t go back, we can’t erase,

It’s a truth we all must face.

An action cannot be undone,

It’s a war that can’t be won.

But we can mend the broken pieces,

We fix the way and hurt decreases.

We turn around and face the pain,

But with each step, we learn it’s gain.

--Mary, wen't walking today-- thinking about life.[poem style]

Walking today, my mind began to say, stop, save it for another day,

 today I'm not thinking, the thoughts they come and go, the people expect a show, no delivery, no direction only having our actions, and the mind starts to fraction, rationalize, learn to sensationalize, and turn away, but remember that, that with that pain, with that gain, there's rememberance, and reverance just stop holding on and learn,

to stop caring takes care of the burn.

-Alex, response. [rap sum up!]

continued.....

The road we walk, is silent and remains indifferent to the talk.

It's already laid out, the plans made out, the direction is a choice, the complaining is just noise, the speed is the control, fast or slow it doesn't matter, but it does at the times that need to grow.

someone told me to live life without regrets but it's human nature to begin to fret, and the music I go to it's an experience but only to me I can see the difference

Just Show Me

Don’t tell me who you are,
Just show me who you’ll be.
The mouth cannot compare,
To what the eye can see.
You talk too much too often,
You speak with fancy words,
Just show me something real,
Because love cannot be heard.
Every time you tell me,
That someday things will change
The more I come to realize,
They’ve always been the same.
The tears have always fallen,
You’ve never fixed the pain,
The words could seem to fix it,
But beneath the hurt remained.
This world can be so messed up,
And that’s how it will stay,
Because of what we fail to do,
and rather simply say.
Don’t tell me who you are,
Just show me who you’ll be,
Keep all of your words,
And say goodbye to me.

-Mary, remembering.....