Steam

   "He needs to blow off some steam." Have you heard this expression before? Most likely you have, usually when someone is angry or frusturated, they are told to go blow off some steam, right? They need to calm down, and there are many different ways of doing this. Some go outside for some fresh air, some need to hit something, and some just need a few deeps breaths and an excellent poker face. What I have observed this past year is violence. Violence, violence, violence. Gangs everywhere, murders, domestic violence everywhere, homicides, serial killers, police brutality. Its everywhere, and a lot of these incidents happen when anger and frustration conquer the mind... that all you can think about is how that person, or thing, should suffer for its mistake, or stupidity. Had many of these people known how to conquer the anger by blowing off steam, by calming down, they would have been able to clearly see the situation, and do something productive, not get there asses thrown in jail or fired. However, another part of the puzzle is that some people have been trained to act with violence. Gang members let their feeling control them, because they have been "trained" to do it. Police officers are trained to use force and violence. They can't let their steam go because they will get hurt without it.  Think about it.

Passion

As tears sting my eyes,
I try not to let you see them,
I try to fake being happy,
fake smiling,
and you just think I am being shy.
I try to hide my emotions,
not let anyone see the real me,
the depressed, lonely, person inside.

I hold myself back,
who am I?
I say I know I am depressed and sad,
but do I really know me?
Can I answer questions with ease still?
Do I know how to take care of myself?
It is hard being me sometimes,
but through surrender and heartache I prevail.

No one loves ME,
the true me,
the one who would let anyone hurt her,
would open up her heart
for friendship and love.
The one who wears her heart on her sleeve.
The one who secretly cries,
not only for herself, but for others to.
The one who cares more then she is willing to admit.

> This applies to almost every girl.. no matter how tough. Not just me, not just the softies... this is every girl. every girl thinks they arent loved, or beautiful, and every girl has some sadness inside.. remember this<

Think

Think before you see,
think before you feel,
think before you act,
think before you steal.
Think before the troubles come,
think before the damage done,
 think before you want to act,
think before you go off track.
Think before the tides are high,
think before you want to die.
Think before you push the pills,
think before you do your will.
think before the triggers back,
think before the world goes black.
Think about the life you live,
think about the love you give,
think back to the good times now,
live another day,
here more people say wow!
Cause if you want to do something bad,
think about your actions,
and dont make others sad!


>Ill probably edit this one soon.. kind of a crappy ending but ill get it later after makin up some sleep...<

Outside

I know what I believe inside,
So why do I not follow my practices outside?
Because insides and outsides are opposite,
different, unable to coexist.

Our beliefs can be expressed,
let in, out, occasionally.
As when a door is opened,
in a house.
The furniture,
beautiful, pristine, unique.
As our beliefs are in our mind.

But what happens when we put our beliefs,
our belongings, outside?
They start perfectly fine,
strong, sturdy, able to withstand.
At first.

They fade fast, tarnishing, dying.