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Some people are open books,
yet nobody can read them.
THEY are written in the language of love,
meant only for a lover...
I won't
Close up my heart
And never
Allow it
to be broken again

Even if
Losing everything
Means
To stand here with my
Vulnerability
in my hands
For all the world to see

For counted
Among
All its broken
Pieces
I can see
Loss
And such
Sadness

But I feel it
Because it means
I'm alive

I am
Simply
a small
Human being

That once
was
Lost

And finally
After so many years
Of thinking
I wasnt even human
Because i couldnt feel

Instead of being
Lost

Because i allow
Myself to feel

I am found

Life has taught me
That after loss
Comes
A putting together

One tiny hope
At a time

And honestly

nothing will make
Me more
Blessed to be
Found

Nothing
Will make me
More human
Than that
I don't want to break my promise
And I refuse to say goodbye
So I'm not giving up
I'll love you till the day I die
August 24, 2016,   9:31 P.M


There's something beautiful about
broken households, alcoholics
hangovers and chaos in general
there's a sense of beauty....

It's beautiful because it's like car wreck
it's horrible yet you can't turn your eyes away
within that fiery metal and twisted pile of flesh and bone
lays a story, it's like poetry, it's poetry because it's real
brutally real, it makes you feel, it makes you think
you think about how it happened, where did it happened?
when and why?

It's beautiful because it hurts
it hurts and sometimes we need to feel pain
in order to grow, it's perfectly imperfect
like life, that why broken households
car wrecks and heartbreaks
will always have a better plot line
than any Cinderella story ever could....
it's real and people like real....

                                          (Antonio Ball)
In a world that your supposed to be yourself
Why are we judged?
We are judged for out looks
Our Weight
Our face
Our clothes
How we act
And how we speak
But why?
Because society likes to judge
It likes to thinks it's better
It likes to feel superior
But the problem is WE are society
How is society supposed to be better if
We are society?
Society isn't supposed to be better
WE are meant to be better
lucky is the family
that can celebrate
more birthdays for their living
than for their dead
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