The Star

The bigger the star the bigger the tent, but what if the start is so big that there is simply no tent big enough for it? Do you let the start go without a tent? In a way yes, you leave the star out for all to see, to embrace it and to love it at its most vulnerable state. It's out there, in the open for  all to see, exposed in a way; but being exposed shows its true innocents. There's no shield of fabric nor coat of make up to cover up its past scares, bumps and bruises. It's just there, but in this it emits beauty, like non ever seen before. And to each man this beauty gives hope and a new meaning. 

My Love My generation

My Love My generation

Since my generation is being criticised so much, I think it’s time for someone to speak out.

Not just someone, someone fantastic, extraordinary, special; and that just so happens to be me.

At this very moment, I’m 16 years of age, live in North London and I am classified as black British.

In theses 16 years, I've learnt something which is valuable and goes beyond the preset norms of OUR SOCIETY.

I think, feel and know that the systems which are in place have failed a lot of us. I say us as I am speaking on the behalf of MY GENERATION.

We would like to think that love is what makes the world go round... but hold on that’s money

We would like to think that love provides a happy life... but hold on that’s a happy life

We would like to think that love is what holds everything... but hold on what is everything in a world full of nothing. When the one you made to be you’re everything, treats you as nothing.

It’s weird the bible tells/teaches us what love is in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres. Love never fails.”

It’s weird, in the number of years which I have been in various intuitions. I've never been taught what love is and how it's supposed to feel. This is probably the reason why my generation is either to quick or never does say “I love you”.

When you think about that’s probably the cause of most problems faced by my generation.

Before you can love someone else you first of all have to love yourself, but since we are never taught what love is....

True love causes people to feel happy, true happiness because people to feel love; they are directly proportional.

Because we do not know how to make ourselves happy, we thus try and make others happy so we have an example to learn and grow from.

In the case of teenage pregnancy girls and boys give up their bodies, unprotected, in the attempt to feel something real;Love, but it does not turn out the way they wanted to, and we all know how the story goes from there.

Gang culture is simply just a fake source of love. You feel isolated, lonely, unloved. So you turn to streets. Where you create or are even giving a new identity, a fake one. This provides you with a false sense of security, which you think gives a new persona but the pain and scars, are still there.

Love can only be felt if you let it to be, and it’s not as scary as it seems.

Love is a better drug than any type weed and a better weapon than any knife or gun.

It seems by not knowing what love is, I now know what love is.

WEIRD

The Exception to the Rule

What I thought was there, isn't there and what I thought wasn't there, was there, total mind......

So I'm gonna keep on my guard, stay on my guard. I let you in so freely thinking  that this is it, my happy ever after, my "the end" written in elegant writing. But it's not, I thought I was a player before I met you. Checkmate. 

You run in and walk out, leaving a mess that none can clean. I think about you, I try not to but I do. Your not my first time. I've tried hard but it's not hard enough. Searching  for substance to get the taste of you out.  

You where truly the exception to the rule 

To be honest, I've done it to others. So this is my medicine I love Karma. She's no mans Bitch. She comforts me but yet she still destroys. This is me getting slain. Nothing will ever be the same, when your finished.

There's always that one person that will always have your heart. I never saw it coming, so it's tearing me apart...

I'm not the same any more, please don't be sad or offended, I just needed to let it out so I can finally sleep at night. 

 

Just answer me this one question "did  I even stand a chance?"

Your hesitation speaks to me.