Its ok to sit and cry at times. But dont sit there to long.
You have to get up and move on with your life.
Or its a matter of time till you fall and all you are is tears.
If somebody wants to walk out of your life let them,
Especially if you tried to be the best you could be,and you've done everything. If they still  want to walk away then learn its their loss not yours.
Half the people you are going to be sitting crying,and being depressed over are you going to even remember their name in 3 years?
Some people will come into your life for a life time.
Some come for a season.
You have to know what is what.
People get married to people their only supposed to there to teach you one lesson then wonder why you have so many problems in the marriage.
Then they wonder why  they can not find piece anywhere
Because people are misplacing the people whom are only supposed to come into your life to be there for a short while not an entire lifetime and it will mess the things up.
Think of a tree
You've got your leaves that fall off when the season changes.
Thats fine.
Theres a lot of people in the world who are like that.
Some people are like branches on the tree.
But once you step on your own.
They break and fall off the tree.
But once you find those few people who are the roots of your tree thats when your special.
Cause those are the people who are going no where.
Once you get your roots  you good.
Once you do let the rest go
Dont just throw people away.
If you tell the person the thing thats wrong and they try to fix it keep them.
But if they keep doing something that keeps hurting you thats a person who doesnt care you have to let them go no matter the pain.
You have to learn how to be on your own then how are you gonna learn to be with someone else.
You have your time to work on yourself.
Till the world puts someone for you to love.
-mickie rouxe-

Martin Luther had a dream
Geronimo had visions
People use all sorts of ways
To come to their decisions

Tea leaf readers in a cup
A Psychic with some cards
Looking at a twirling disc
And dancing in the yard

Decision making's easy
If you have the correct tool
You may get the right answer
Or you may end up a fool

Shaman in a sweat lodge
Chew peyote just to see
What the others can not visualize
But what comes easy to folks like me

Some roll dice, and others bones
To get the answer that they need
Others ask the dead to help
To get their answer freed

I myself use none of these
None of these at all
I sit down with a bourbon
And my old Magic Black 8-ball

I switched the little answer ball
It has answers....only two
One is just the one word "dude"
And "what would Keith Richards do?"

"Dude" is universal
It has helped me win not lose
Because it's meaning changes
Depending on the "u"'s

Say it with one U...dude
it means don't even think it
But add eight more and make it duuuuuuuuude
And there's no question you should drink it

The other answer's simple
What would good old Keefy do?
If it didn't **** old Keefy
It won't **** me and you

So, use your magic mushrooms
Dance with spirits in the hall
But I'll make my decisions
With my plastic, black eight ball

Each day
         Our little
                Pearl of innocence
                         Is like a leaf moved
                            By universal winds.

I threw a leaf off.
It waltzed itself in the air
without fear or despair.
The little green dancer dropped

dead slowly,
taking his time in the wind,
taking his pleasure with plastic bags and supermarket catalogues
admist this harsh and frosty gale.

My brave leaf seemed to ascend at times,
but mostly plummeting.
It might have reached near-mach 1 in a second,
but I could not be sure. (and I think it didn't know)

As I waved
(either to say "goodbye" or "come back")
I looked up and saw
on the balcony above me was a ***

of plant with other leaves, waiting.

A fallen leaf
(now brown and dry)
died with a wish
to fly high
to reach the sky
or
to get burned~
giving fire a longer life
or
to get buried
feeding the earth
or
to float on water
giving an ant
a reason to not die.

Painted glass windows, sequined tapestries
Rainbow coloured dreams drowned, in
Monochrome miseries.

The women wait and weep, a phalanx overcome by grief
Squinting through their candle-light visions,
Understood by misunderstood legions.

Fastigium Ataxia,
She cries in pain,
Rotating consciousness through the colourless rain.

A patina of grief wailed above the room as
The woman let out her final cry,
A martyr in their eyes.

Skinship visible through lonely cracks in subfusc walls
The infamous neighborhood remained vacant that night
The family lost a member that night.

A paegn concerto,
(Someone lost a shoe)
The women hung their heads in grief
(Somewhere bloomed a new leaf).

In the motionless water it
Is static, carried from edge
To far by the whispers of
Breeze. It is transfixed
Between two realms, both
Transparent upon the eye.

It was motion but no more,
Life was lived but only floats
No more. Like a plastic bottle
With a hole, It takes its fill,
Slower than a stone it sinks
Like a leaf falling from a tree.

It is stillness upon the ground
And eyes are open, gentle
Stillness no noise just the
Gentleness of surroundings.
There is no breath, no life
Only motionless swaying as
What now lies at the bottom
Of this pool.