“I was pushed to my limit and it almost broke my spirit I know change is for the best but there’s a part of me I haven’t left I’m taking time to love this mind of mine.”

Romance isn’t dead but sadly my love for you is silenced my heart and listened to my head by your false promises I was led as if it was your ego I fed now you will see that I’m saving my love for me.

I’m up against the tide with nowhere to hide these waves are drowning me the currents are too strong I am struggling to hold on close to giving up now hopefully I’ll find my feet somehow.

Trick me into believing that the world is ending learned things aren’t breaking they’re simply bending now, I can finally do some mending.

I need to moment to breathe as from the chaos I dream to leave I know I’ll find my feet you won’t find me admitting defeat the calmness I miss I’d give anything for a moment of temporary bliss.

The past has taught me some lessons so today I’m counting my blessings I promise I’ll do more than just survive every moment I’m grateful that I’m alive.

Don’t pretend that you care for me don’t pretend you’re there for me I’ll burn some bridges if I need to start to realize that I don’t need you.

I’m not the fighter I used to be no courage left in me in my safe place and on my own I’m trying to build a home.

I guess I was the son you didn’t want but I grew into a man every mother would love. In your rejection, I was forced to find acceptance I filled your absence with the strength to be better.

Life is time lapsing behind me so I’m resting this mind of mine taking a step back giving myself some time to find my soul hoping I like what I find.

Throwing my hands up and admitting defeat there are some things in this world I just can’t beat these currents are too strong knocking me off my feet.

It might sound cliche but with the dying of another day, I’m close to walking away as my mind is leading me astray.

It all fell down like a house of cards that’s why I had to put up my guards now I’m back to building a stronger base cause now I know anything in this world I can face.

Some night I fear going to sleep as I know I’ll have to wake to dread the dawn of a new day cause I don’t know how much more this soul of mine can take.

I was molded by your hands like a castle in the sand then the waves came and left me in nothing but ruins so I rebuilt myself once again now I know, that I can survive in the rain.

I’m a lost soul chasing deadlines and minimum wage instead of dreams I’m a caged spirit losing my mind to lack of sleep.

I won’t miss another day because the day before hurt my feelings won’t hold me to ransom time is no longer borrowed I’ll wait, for a better tomorrow.

All the best things that happened to me happened after I was rejected. I knew the power of getting past no.

Mostly I try to be the best example of me that I can be.

Since it has such a remembrance of the best, such a concern for the future, since it is enriched with so many arts, sciences, and discoveries, it is impossible but the being which contains all these must be immortal.

In every age its progress has been beset by its natural enemies, by ignorance and superstition, by lust of conquest and by love of ease, by the strong man’s craving for power, and the poor man’s craving for food.

He who is best prepared can best serve his moment of inspiration.

I’ve had a lot of practice and wrong’s what I do best.

The best part of writing is not the communication of knowledge to other people, but the acquisition and synthesizing of knowledge for oneself.

Even with the best intentions, language misused, language used stupidly, carelessly, brutally, language used wrongly, breeds lies, half-truths, confusion. In that sense you can say that grammar is morality. And it is in that sense that I say a writer’s first duty is to use language well.