we all busy soulzz..

i am busy
i am a student ,
busy like an ant ,
i work like merchant ,
this is really meant .

imagining morning pics ,
wake up at 6 ,
washing my chicks ,
and then clothes affix .

then i go to school ,
and then play at pool ,
because teachers are not cool ,
i look like a fool .

come to home ,
eat my food and study toam ,
where is rome ,
what is foam .

go to course class ,
and have a pass ,
i say alas ,
its just time pass .

then coaching ,
my legs approaching ,
for my poaching .

then to play ,
a hoping ray ,
then i say,
just you play .

then to home ,
becomes my dome ,
or soil of loam ,
see my toam .

its eight in night ,
to see tv i fight ,
see stars bright ,
in nights light .

then go to bed ,
and i want to say ,
that inthis busy world
i wrote a poem ,
and you dont want to spend time on it ,
i know u r BUSY

Lonely am I

Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways

Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.

Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife

Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.

-christina ann cardenas

Clay Balls
A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.

He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone!

Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure. He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.

Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!

It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.

We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.

There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.

May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.

I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have with you.. Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.

APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE

THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!

LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!

Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!

Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet'

Hate
By Michelle Brooks

I hate myself for this
I hate this person I've become
I hate who I am and who I thought I would never be
I hate my friends for making me this way
I hate the selfishness I have now become
I hate the endless pain I put people through
I hate the way I hide myself in this pain
I hate the crazy world I’m living in called my life
I hate when my friends suffer because of my problems
I hate the fact that everything I've worked so hard not to be is what defines me
I hate that people cant see who I really am
I hate that my heart is broken with no one to put it back together.

A Princess's Love...

When she was little her father said,

"You're a Little Indian Princess so fair,

so true, you'll know your Knight,

he'll come for you. "

But in her early life,

pain fell hard and fast,

she thought how for sure her

Knight was in the past.

Her years were long and hard,

times of love fell short of true,

until one day she met her Knight,

now those sweet dreams have come true.

The love they share is warm and sweet,

she's still mystified,

how he swept

her off her feet.

Her love for him is good and so true,

words can't express the love she has

so endlessly,

so sweet, so new.

Her White Knight did come for her,

her fathers words were true.

The Happy Ending came at last,

her long sadness is in the past.

To all the bitches....and to the guys..who love thier bitches....
lol Enjoy!

all the gurls will agree with this!!!...
BITCHOLOGY

When I stand up for
myself and my beliefs,
they call me a
bitch.
When I stand up for
those I love,
they call me a
bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my own way, they call me a
bitch.
Being a bitch
means I won't compromise what's
in my heart.
It means I live my life
MY way.
It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.
When I refuse to
tolerate injustice and
speak against it, I am
defined as a
bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for
myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when
I act a little selfish.
It means I have the courage and strength to allow
myself to be who I truly am and won't become
anyone else's idea of what they think I
"should" be.

am outspoken,
opinionated and determined. I want what I want
and there is nothing wrong with that!

So try to stomp on me,
try to douse my inner flame, try to squash
every ounce of beauty I hold within me.
You won't succeed.
And if that makes me a bitch ,
so be it.
I embrace the title and
am proud to bear it.

B - Babe
I - In
T - Total
C - Control of
H - Herself

B = Beautiful
I = Intelligent
T = Talented
C = Charming
H = Hell of a Woman

B = Beautiful
I = Individual
T = That
C = Can
H = Handle anything