Issac writes

First, let's learn to love ourselves, Then we can find someone to love us. Let's be honest with ourselves, And maybe then we can find the truth. Why don't we change the world Starting with yourself? Let's eliminate suicide By refusing to let yourself give in. Let's give someone hope for the future, But first know yourself that there is hope. The problem is facing the mirror, Not the mirror itself. Let's find happiness, First find it inside. Not inside a bottle of any kind, But inside your own mind.

All things have an opposite , There is bad, There is good! They teach us the things we shouldn't do, and also what we should Gods plan gives us choices; It is not by force Here are a few examples, to help us view the course There is righteousness, there is sin There's a beginning, there's an end There is living and there is death There is medicine, there is meth There is hot, there is cold We are young , then we're old There is The Christ, there is the devil Some have slope, some are level There is dry and there is wet We remember, we forget There is faith and unbelief Some find comfort, some have grief There is day, there is night Some are grounded, some take flight Some are fast and some are slow Some are shady, while others glow There is bitter and there is sweet One kissed Jesus' head, the other, His feet Whatever the opposite; ponder and choose The "Right ones" we win and the "Wrong ones" we loose CHOOSE THE RIGHT!!

SPRING I slowly unfurl to the wide World stretching up to the blue sky and sense an early morning chill of Spring waking a natural high. Each day grows a little warmer as daylight hours extend making this leaf feel fresher, to the bright sunlight I bend. SUMMER I’m at my most greenest now, hot sun burns upon my veins; how glad am I to finally enjoy those cooling, copious rains. At which point, I pour in drips, a refreshing, rousing trickle that falls on grass and buttercup teasing them with a tickle. AUTUMN Mists have now arrived, shrouding my form with heavy dew; the green has all but leached away, bled from veins no longer new. Down below the tree are vivid reds browns and translucent golds which, increasingly each day now people their captivation holds. WINTER The first frost of Winter and a biting, northerly breeze cut into me,and scores of others were torn from their trees. I’ve fallen now, to the ground all wrinkled, and utterly fragile awaiting my final hour until, I meet my...

Words. They form an idea. . they form.. Weapons. Oh, I know what you're talking about. Written. Spoken. Thought. Cut deep. Spread like wildfire. Stabbing. Weapons used against everyone by everyone. Sometimes I hide my pain with "words." Joking, playing it off. I'm trying to remain calm. My friends lack knowledge of their actions. Forming a unity to use weapons against one, They actually form it against me too. Why? People view words as ideas, But they use them as weapons. Weapons that cut through the exterior of a being and Bring out tears; Letters falling from each eye, Words that shame. Words that scorn. Words that mock. Words that shouldn't be Weapons.

I tried to reach And grab you But You went far When You tried to reach and grab me I went far Going far Was not a choice but we still did I am tired of the world making us apart I want it to STOP............

Your Fancy Mind Roam Never let your Fancy mind roam You will never know where it will go Your pleasure is at home At a touch sweet Pleasure melts your soul So never let Your fancy roam Their are no other like home Love is like bubbles in the rain that can make your heart sing So never let your heart wing in the dark O sweet love of mine never let what we have loose it's sweetness Never let the light run out Summer's joys are spoil by our Love And the enjoying of the Spring Come sweet rain Don't let what we have fad I see behind me dips of eternity What is before me Immortality What is in between Death and life Love and hate Its will blossom with what door you open Autumn's red leaves of beauty Blushing through the mist and dew Of me and you So never let your fancy mind run over time You never know where it will roam There is no Love like home

That Kiss For some reason lovers think a kiss is just a game For lovers to play to get their way Or they have it in their minds that they must kiss With deep passion to make their way in To get the key to unlock the heart Most often a kiss is overdone and sends that one On a fast run With any kiss its as simple as putting your heart into it Let your feelings move you in that kiss The love of your life may just make the sparks fly on high your heart plays a deciding factor in the effectiveness of your kiss When you truly care for someone Let kiss make magic bliss Heart felt love put in that kiss you will never know who's breath Is taken in Who's Love is written in that kiss something you don't want to miss

My heart aches no longer pumping  it is now frozen in place Keep finding it harder to breathe  Cause it's her of all that I can think Uplifted my spirits and gave me some faith,  just to rudely take it away I was willing to give her my heart and soul,  but in the end it was just my life she stole All my hopes and dreams were gone till s he came along and set me free,  to steal my heart then bury me Life or death its all the same,  I would hate to live a lifetime with this pain walking this hell pondering if love will ever prevail So put me back in the ground for  what I am searching for can't be found

Death comes early to the poor and needy No home to lay their heads in a nice warm bed like all the rest A homeless man or woman with children or not Young and old another child of God Will soon be called home Poverty is all over this old darken world With people looking down on the need all nice and net with lots to eat Walking by the homeless with hate in their eye's Looking down on them why they are passing by God see the hast in each one of their eyes God watches over is broken heart'ed Lost in poverty with no food in their belly's Children's crying all over the place Hoping this pain will soon have an end Why the rich walks about teasing the poor with food Nice clothing and cares and homes Styles the poor could only wish for The parks is all the poor has But the rich wants that to They have the cops to remove them because They don't like looking at them Oh shameful eyes God sees you Walking around talking the poor down Beating on them night and day To make t...

My faith gives me strength to move forward My faith is the reason I keep Hoping My faith is the only thing that keeps me from breaking down my faith is my soul's beauty my faith keep me away from doing too many sins my faith is my key to heaven

It was mine some time, but belongs to someone else now, The mad heart doesn't understand.. sometimes it remains quiet, sometimes it sings.. it tells good things about you without even asking me.. whether you're some truth or a story (it doesn't know) all it knows is that it's mad for you.. this heart of mine, doesn't listen to me.

i need u back. i will pray a million times but i cant let myself lose u for just a little misunderstanding. ............... i love you and its real. u cant leave me because u thought its fake.

Let the rain fall again, Let the pain drain away from my body, Let the rain erase my memories, Let me forget, who i am or what i am, Let me see the world in different way, Let my heart be kind and big, Let me be reborn again, In the world of love, In the city of lost love, Let the betrayers die young, Let the good live forever, Let the people be kind, Let the world change in a good way, Let us live without pain, without hatred, Or Let me fly to the next world

If you ask me, do you practice poetry ? I would say. Of course i . Being a passionate writer, how can i escape the magic of it. The magic of portraying your emotions in the most romantic and powerful way. If writing is my love, poetry is my lust. Because its sudden, its spontaneous. It comes out so naturally.  Poetry is about arranging your thoughts in the most beautiful manner. Its like lightning that suddenly comes out from a  cloud which has become excessively charged. When your mind becomes obsessed with certain thoughts, it comes out in the form of sexy words, sentences and paras. And we name it Poetry.  Honestly speaking i was never interested in poetry during my pre-teen days. I used to read the poems of  Robert frost, William wordsworth and many others. But they never aroused me mentally. I stumbled upon poetry, when i met her. She was my senior in school. I was crazy for her. She was so beautiful. The most beautiful woman i saw, during my school ...

I Image of Divine beauty Lighting up the Lord’s city Sparkling objects of perfection God’s wonderful creation. Some look large, some look small Some shine bright, some are dull And in such a silent speech They give a message so rich. For your meaning I am searching And the longer I keep staring The more of you I get to see, Looking down here at me. With wonder I keep gazing God’s masterpiece so amazing Shining stars up in the sky Lighting everywhere from up high.

These scars They’re beautiful But you cant see the beauty in the color red The pain, It fixes my heart Each slice Deeper than the last I close my eyes Let the pain take over Just another cut to hide There’s nothing wrong with me There’s nothing wrong with this I’m writing my own story Writing my feelings On my wrist When you see them you don’t understand you never will With your small mind And happy life You have never felt my pain So don’t look at me with your condescending eyes Look away Pass your judgment somewhere else You will never understand

The mirror on the wall speaks all that's on it's mind. The things we have, call out for notice as well. We may believe, we are ahead or woefully behind; that we're not doing badly or going fast to hell. Other folks in other places haven't luxuries so vain. They wonder every breath they draw, which one will be the last. Mother's see their children's hunger and agonizing pain and realize their precious days and lives are fading fast. Reality cries out from dark secluded corners and bids us look upon deaths lonely face. Imagine all the sadness as you watch the broken mourners. Are you in truth a member of what is the human race? The vanity, insanity and selfish life we live, indites us for the times we turn away. There's so much need and we don't heed the voice that tells us give. God help us do what we should do today.

I found it all within her eyes from the very moment we met. Her form, her smile and magnetic eyes I could never forget. Fears became wants as I longed to take her tight in my arms. "May you kiss me?" she quires coyly, with all of her charms. "Kind sir, I would be most delighted! Please do." she gasped. We didn't - we met eyes to eyes, as together our hands clasped. Eternity froze - time did stand still, with that souls' embrace. Gazing at all of life's wonder glowing from her smiling face. Trembling wildly in anticipations, lips smoldered with desire. Kissing deep, long, longingly - passion only fueling that fire. The consuming kisses stopped - breathlessly trying just to recompose. "Why kind sir, Is there something the matter?" she smiles, she giggles, ...she knows.

“Take a look at some of the scars on your body, you’ll notice how some are lighter than the rest of your skin. A silver slash that makes you look tougher than you really are. After we are hurt our wounds heal, but some wounds like to be remembered. Think of every scar on your body as a small trophy and think of yourself as the reigning champion in survival. The scars displayed  or hidden from the world are reminders that we were hurt, but don’t forget we survived. We weren’t buried six feet under because of them. Instead we emerged from the soil and reached for the sun, because our scars resembled sunshine. Even the wounds that are hidden in our hearts heal. Sometimes we forget because they’re intangible. We can’t trace our fingers over the smoothed skin. We can’t show our friends evidence of the pain. Sometimes, we forget the scars in our hearts until something triggers us to flash back to the pain. We allow the darkness to swallow us whole, because we believe there is no long...

I never meant to hurt you I never meant to break your heart, I just, I have these moments, When I build myself up, I think I feel something, But I'm simply hiding, Running from myself, Hurling myself into thoughts, Dreams, Anything to cover, The way I really feel inside. I allow, What I know isn't real, To take over my mind, Creating an alternate reality, Where escape is easy, And looking back Is something I'm free from. Somedays, My life is like a novel, nothing seems real, It's just the thoughts from my head, Projected and thrown out there, Somedays, It runs so deep, I start to believe it myself, But the truth is, It's not real, It's all a lie, I'm not the person you see, I'm a shell, And my insides disintegrate, Long ago, There's nothing left, And even if I tried, I'd never feel the things I wanted to, Simply because I'm too afraid. 

It's not fair what you did to us.  You tossed our life aside  like it never even mattered.  You broke my heart;  shattered the dream.  But, I stood up when  the world pulled me down.  I went on when I wanted to quit.  Freedom lies on the other side of fear.  Joy awaits those who push through the tears.

We hold on so tightly to our past,  to what we know,  the memories that once were  or might have been.  We long for those happier days,  as one, in love forever.  But, the pain, loss and betrayal  never stray too far from our thoughts;  protecting  us, forcing us to see.  We know there is no going back,  what once was could never be.  Evil stepped in and shattered our world.  Slowly, we heal, accept our fate,  and begin to change.  But, to really live again,  we must dream new dreams,  hope new hopes,  love new loves;  remember,  but try to forget..... 

Is he or she a narcissist ? - Impulsive they undo themselves of behavior that is oddly stupid for people as intelligent as they are. They expect to get away with anything they feel like at the moment. -Extremely sensitive to personal criticism and extremely critical of other people. They think they must be seen as perfect or superior, infallible next to god like. They cant tolerate the least disagreement. In fact if you say "Please dont do that again, It hurts." They will turn around and do it again "harder" to prove they were right the first time, Their reasoning seems to be like "I'm a good person and I can do nothing wrong. Therefore I didnt hurt you and you are lying about it now."  They will say your nothing, your worthless, and turn around immediately and say they love you. They will attack you sometimes physically and spew a load of bile, insult, abuse, contempt, threats, etc and then well its kinda like they had indigestion and th...

How to spot a Narcissist: -Nothing will ever be his/her fault -He/She will never be there for you. No matter what. Never. -He/She will always be the "tragic" victim. - He/She will never see you, your need, your love, your loneliness, your pain, your accomplishments. Everything will be about them. -Its always their way or the highway. -He/She will never ever admit being wrong. -He/She will be angry with you every single day. -Silent treatments and neglect can and do go on for weeks at a time. Especially if you point out one of their flaws. - The world will always revolve around them -While you do everything possible for your relationship, they do nothing. -Their love is Pathological. -Lack of empathy. - Hypersensitivity to insults or imagined insults. -Vulnerability to shame rather than guilt. They believe they are Superhuman and can rely on the ability to be superior. They are more concerned with the act then the consequences. -Haughty body...

Are you the same person you were 1-3-5-7 years ago?  If you answered "No",  then make sure your partner is open to change.  Just as our taste in food changes,  so does our need for more space,  where we want to live, even our sexual desires.  The question is, are we choosing people who can adapt? 

Accepting imperfection is a part of appreciating  your loved one’s uniqueness. We all have imperfections and it’s part of life.  Trying to change the person you love to meet  your expectations is a fruitless venture.  Give your loved one space to breathe.  Isn’t it great to be perfectly imperfect?

It was Saturday morning, after a hectic week finally, it was weekend time. I had planned to watch back to back movies and read a novel named, “ Cards on the table” whose author was Agatha Christie. I was excited for the day as it was time to rest and enjoy. My Dad was getting ready for office. I was just waiting for him to go out. Then the house was all mine.  Suddenly to my utter surprise, He asked me,” so its an off day for you today” I said,”ya” He then said,” then join me at work today, you can supervise my workers their.” I couldn’t believe my ears and thought to myself is he serious. Seeing my blank face, he said “ Don’t worry, I will pay you. At the end of the day, I will pay you 500rs ” I got excited at the thought of earning 500rs but then the temptation of taking rest the whole day and watching movies overtook my mind. I said,” dad, you really want me to come with you.” He said,” of course I do, you are quite grown up and you must learn to earn som...

Kissing her was like sipping  the wine of her essence,  and as I did,  I found a burning passion in her soul,  of much abundance.”

You want me to give, All of me, The parts I hide Nobody has seen But if I fall for you, I'll never recover, I'll be holding on Even if you let go I'll be standing In the pouring rain With droplets down my face And your name on my lips Waiting for the storm to blow over When really It hasn't even hit, If I give you my heart, You take me apart, I'm left standing here Falling to pieces While you're off healing With another piece of ass. Can I take the chance, To have you, Take my insides, And turn me out, Turn my entire universe, Upside down? If I fall for you, I'll never recover, I'll be left holding on, Even after you let go.