Don't call me crazy
If I haven't show you

Don't call me crazy
Next time I'll show you what
is crazy is.

Don't call me crazy
You might not able to handle it

Crazy is my name
I earned that name
Now I claim it
It run in the family

I like what a friend of mine says, "we change because we have seen the light or we feel the fire." It takes a strong person to not change into a bitter person when we have been hurt!

When u have been constantly bullied, ignored, humiliated, scorned and pushed to the edge of the cliff and somehow given a chance to reborn. All Hell break loose.

My theory on life is that life is beautiful. Life doesn't change. You have a day, and a night, and a month, and a year. We people change we can be miserable or we can be happy. It's what you make of your life.

We get changed due to lack of love, sharing and when feel alone & sad inside but they also learn how to find reasons of happiness then...thus the people who laugh more are able to tolerate pain better because they have learnt to compromise with the circumstances and dont want to feel hurt physically or emotionally avoiding arguments and begging for love.....Such people believe that when they cannot change the circumstances then change themselves according to the circumstances and find different reasons to live and move on in life...

To see you not happy
To see you not Successful
They will try there best
To ruin everything
If that involving someone else

Like me, I love writing
My expression
And what I had learned
As a child to being
Adult
Poetry is about what you
Talk about
Could be love, sadness
Broken heart or family

A journey is a person who
Doesn’t have any feelings
To write about people business
As long they publish it and get paid
They don’t care
If they ruin someone life’s

The funny thing
Some people love digging into
My personal life
And actually put it out there
Even though it’s not true
Honestly only person
Who really knows
Who you are
Is your own self
Poetry and journey are
Two different things
If I didn’t have a heart
And what I know off
People in general
I could do the same thing
Be a journey
But I love poetry

Always end the day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it better.

Ten years for now. That’s how long it’s been since I last saw the Welcome To Ellis sign as I drove away as a newlywed in the back of a limo filled with regrets.
Since I can’t say how many times I’ve thought about making my return. Hundreds? A thousand? Somewhere in between, most likely. I’ve pictured myself in a fancy sports car with my hair down into a scarf like I was Grace Jenavia, or maybe in a chauffeur-driven SUV.

Once in those ten years did I think I’d be coming back to town on a Greyhound bus.
A woman next to me snores so loudly, she wakes herself up. Her head jerks from side to side as she wipes drool from the corner of her mustache.

Nothing,” reply as I pull my baseball cap over my eyes and read- just my sunglasses to hopefully cover my black eyes where the makeup is wearing off.

Hoping my iffy luck will hold until I’m off this bus, and she won’t have a clue who she say next to on this long ride from L.A.

What’d I miss?” Leans over me to look out the window as we approach the bus station. He’s six feet under, and I’m the famous one because I’m the black widow who killed him.

Know the truth, but no one else cares about anything so mundane as that. Fall from wife of a rock god to the most hated woman in America has been a rocky one, and to be honest, I’m lucky I made it out of L.A. alive.
Greyhounds brakes squeal as it slows to a stop. Changing the direction of my thoughts. Stop thinking about what I’m running from and put it behind me.

I just never thought I’d be running toward Smith, the place I spent so many years desperate to leave. I want is a simple, quiet life. Something normal. Aways from the paparazzi and accusations. Even away from doing guilty that I fear.

I glance out the window, expecting the old wooden train depot, but we’re on the wrong side of town for that.

Smith. That’s one major reason I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace here.
Soon as we hit the city limits a few minutes ago, my heart is like stone.

Force my breathing to slow and try to look at the name without feeling anything.
Instead, I glare at it, like that’s going to help me find some inner strength.
I would match everything else in this town em blazoned with the Smith name.

Hospital that’s probably only a mile from here. Court-house that takes up one side of the town square. Smith bank and trust two blocks over, near the Rodriguez Art Gallery.

The only thing that doesn’t have their name is the town itself. Pretty sure my ancestors are still smiling in their graves about snaring that honor right before they jumped the Rodriguez’s gold claim and started a feud that’s lasted over 180 years.

I did my part too, and I’m not proud of it.
Wait my turn, specifically for the woman beside me to move, I can haul my *** off the bus. The bus rumbles to life again, and I watch as it rolls away. Left surrounded by the sum total remains of my former life, in the form of ridiculously overpriced Savellia Vuitton luggage, while I wait for my chronically-late-from-birth cousin to come get me.

Cricket begins me to come back to California, I probably would have stayed on the bus all the way to New York. Well I heard they’re friendly up there........ unless they’re Idelfonso Rodriguez fans.

Ohhh, baby! Look at that **** thing just waiting on a ride. You wanna come on up with me, girl?”
Catcalls had come from a man, I would tensed and prepared to bolt, but no. A voice I’d recognize even if it had been eighty years since I’d been home in stead of ten.

First time in months, a genuine smile stretches my lips. I know I don’t get into a strangers van unless someone offers me candy first. “
As well, get up here, little girl.
I’ve got sugar for you. Cricket puts the van in park and hops out, running around the front of the faint Econoline. *** Jesus Christ, you look just like a real beauty celebrity-who forgot to tell her chauffeur where to pick her up.”
So, I rush to meet him. We collide ina hug. “ I thought you were my chauffeur. But is to early too. I wasn’t prepared to wait an hour for cricket Time.”

Cuz my cousin smells exactly the same as the last time I saw her- like *** smoke, coconut, vanilla and sunshine.
“ Lord , I miss you, girl. It’s been way too ******* long.”
Pull back. Your tawny eyes dance, and her dark brown hair is braided around the crown of her head like she’s a perfect flower child.
But she’s alright.

Her heart squeezes at her smiling face. I’ve miss her so dear to much. I shouldn’t have stayed away so long. “ I know. I’m so sorry__

Pretty boy
Are no good
They use there looks
To get anything
They want.
Do they care for you
Do they love you
They don’t have a heart
All they know
Money and ***.

Beauty is about having a pretty mind, a pretty heart, and most importantly a beautiful soul.

So very true,beautiful heart, soul and face God gift to me. Thank you Lord. if you have a beautiful soul, everything becomes irrelevant

Something that people make so that they can be broken. A promise is like a heart, if it's given out easily, it's broken easily. A promise is a word which is misconceived, it is meant to build trust between people when really it does the complete opposite. Promises should never be made for they are always broken.

He promised me he'd changed.

How much we love it
Truly simply love it
   Listen to  relics to the songs
The true endless love
      Reading books
Unfilled unreachable love
Thank the goodness it was A
Happy end!
How much we love it
We Pretend not to see
Tearful baby eyes
Their mommy in a war
  Switch that channel!
Friends betray each other
Stabbing one another in the back
  Don’t need a reason!

A real woman always take care her business.
A real woman could forgive a person if he is worth of forgiving. A real woman learns to laugh at dam *** man. He think he is a real man.

Haven’t comes
Because there’s something blocking it
Someone working around you
That your life is always repeating
Your blessing is just delayed
Someone or somebody put
A blocking against you
To become successful and happy
Do you ever sit down and ask
Yourself why
Stuff keeps happening
Each time you get
Far in your life
Something else happened
Look beyond yourself and others
The answer is always
Right in front of you
Sometimes we Continue to ignore
Stuff and say
Everything will be okay

Amazing Grace: your gift for all. So amazing your grace that you would die for us sinners on a cross in shame and agony though sinless yourself.

How Sweet the Sound: to hear "your sins are absolved"

That Saved a Wretch Like Me: Compared to your perfection and glory we are truly wretched. All blackened by sin, but because of your death on a cross not by water or blood, but by water and blood we are saved and washed clean and white. The only chance we have of getting into heaven is by your gift of Amazing Grace.

I Once Was Lost: like a sheep who strays from the flock and wanders off

But Now Am Found: I am safe and sound in your arms once again. You rescue me from danger and bring me back safe and sound.

Was Blind: because of sin and my faults, wrapped up in a blanket of hurting and lies.

But Now I See: the magnitude of this gift you give and because of your death, the pure spotless lamb, and the cleansing blood you shed for me and for many that sins might be forgiven.

'Twas Grace That Taught My Heart To Fear: fear you in a deep respect for your power, fear of not having you always there and fear of satan and the cost of sin.

And Grace My Fears Relieved: I used to fear what would happen if I sinned and I still fear as I should always, but I take comfort in the knowledge that when I sincerely repent, do my best to sin no more, and to avoid the things that lead me to sin I will be forgiven.

How Precious Did That Grace Appear: It is by Grace and Grace alone that we are saved and indeed how precious, how special Grace was as it appeared to me

The Hour I First Believed: The hour I came to believe in you Jesus my Savior who shed your blood, died and rose again that I might live!

When you've done something you wish you hadn't, or hadn't done something you wish you had.

To argue which is worse is an exercise in futility; for the weight of their pain is subjective: the falling out of a friendship because of an unbridled tongue, the loss of the one you love because you didn't speak up, someone committing suicide because of something you'd said. The pain is there, festering; gnawing at your soul; relentlessly reminding you of its reason for existing: yourself. There's no one else you can blame; for there is no one else TO blame. All you can do is bear this burden, because it is a burden you've forced yourself to bear. And you do so willingly- subconsciously seeing it as penance for your sins.

"Nowhere can a man run- no matter how far- from that which resides in his mind's eye. In vain, he persuades himself that he's able, that he can roam the world eternally until his thoughts fall to the wayside in exhaustion, that he can outlast them as though they were bound by mortal limitations. In his delusion, he forgets that he cannot outrun himself; for his antagonist does not rest from without, but from within. Like a demon sitting on his shoulder, the imp whispers his barbs wherever he goes, piercing him with every step; and yet he continues, thinking his consolation to be measured in miles..."

Regret cannot be satisfied with distance- that is the moral of this story.

You said
You don't care .
Remember
You said,  he has to figure
It out.
Remember
You said, you don't want him.
Remember
What you said, before you blame
Someone else's

When I opened my eyes a few hours
Later, empty bed was. Shot straight up and looked around.
She was gone.
******* imagine last night.
I hear boards creak out in the living room.
****, she’s sneaking out.
Not only I was not letting her leave without getting her name, but she had no way to get home.
I bolted out of bed, bothering with my jeans, reached the living room. “ Hey—-“
Whipped around from where she was standing, fully dressed, by the front door. There she was staring at pictures below a trophy mount and an antique rifle.
My father picture and my grandfather.
Instead of that sated smile, her face was the picture of horror.
“ Are you okay?”
Hey she won’t backed away, edging toward the door, and tripped over one of her boots as she reached for the handle.
You may................. You’re..............Rodriguez
Smith. Aren’t you?” Expression was echoed by the horrified tone of her voice.

Normally they found out my name, they were on me faster than I could fend off.

Chin up. So, ****.” Reached down and grabbed her boots before ripping the door open.
Already partway down the drive before I hit the front porch.
“ Wait!”
Well she gave me a backwards glance and stumbled, dropping one of her boots. I didn’t even stop to pick it up. She just bolted.
****.

One day, your arm will possess me,
One day, you will ask for my hand,
One day, the ring will be shining,

And one day, romance will caress me,
And one day, the church will chime,
We will go cruising together forever
For the love of my dreams will be mine.

How many times must a rumor be told
Before the truth is revealed?
All of this gossip is getting old,
And it is time for our wounds to be healed.
Don't talk about someone behind their back
Unless you can say it to their face.
Don't tell your secrets to soon.
Let them all out at the right time and place.
Make sure you can trust someone
Before you tell them you hurts and fears.
They might not be the person you think you know
Even after all these years.
I'm tired of the rumors, gossip, and lies.
Why can't we all just get along
And put an end to all of these depressing cries?

Saan ka makakahanap ng babae
isang utos mo gagawin nya
isang Pasensya wala akong nakuha
Kahit iniwan mo ako wala
yan ang babae ang nagmamahal sa isang lalaki
ang babae nagmamahal sa isang lalaking gagawin ang lahat ng dapat
kahit magalit yung babae
gagawin pa rin niya kasi mahal na mahal niya.

pero ang babae magtanong sa isang lalaki
umaangal na kayo
hindi nyo magawa Anong magagawa ng isang babae mahal niya
kasi ganyan kami mag mahal ng isang tao hanggang patayan.
isang mahal mo gagawin mo ang dapat gawin ganun ang isang pagmamahalan
isang tanong
ngayon ang sabihin mo sa akin okay na ba
di ba Ang sabi mo sa akin hindi ka naniniwala.

You are mysterious, an
enigma, someone that
looks at the world very
differently. You live life
your own way!

“At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone or something; that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line between determination and desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.”

No matter how hard you try but you can't change the past so its better to move on in life with the lessons learned in past instead of wasting time and energy on past.

No matter how hard you try to hide the truth. It eventually find its way out.

Sometimes no matter how hard you try to be enough for someone, if that someone doesn't feel contented having you, then they will still make you feel WORTHLESS.

No matter how hard you try to make a person who's miserable all the time happy it'll never work, until they get a handle on their life and try being happy without a reason. Life doesn't owe anyone happiness only you owe yourself happiness.