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Misha's blog: "My Peoms"

created on 06/19/2009  |  http://fubar.com/my-peoms/b300375

The Train

The train of heartach has come to the station making us climb abroad with dispear moving along
the tracks of alone and coldness  gripping at are seat's we look around and all we see is  all the
 pain in are life play back  like a bad movie rerun just in color  making us dive in the river of
lost tear's  fear sneaking up at us showing it's evil head it and we run from it but you know if you
run and hide it away it will only make us cold and the people who have hurt you have won  the reason
people hurt other people is simple this (they have been hurt and want everyone else to feel there pain
 so it makes them hide there own fears of hurt and then they move on to the next person until it is there
 turn to have it happen again to them it is very rude and childish to hurt others and why people  can't
just come out forward and tell how they really feel instead of hidding it away and coping out taking the
easy way out of what goes could have been this what goes threw are minds when we reach the I Don't Give A
Fuck Stage when we know when we hide behide the mask  and hurt alone .We all need  someone  to talk to even
 if it is something you may feel ashamed about just know you are very loved by me and GOD and not alone .And
 one day love will find you ...........


The Why's

Why do I feel so alone even when people are around me,Why does it half to
hurt when love fails and we feel like we have crashed and burnned.Why do we
give so much only to have it taken and not returnned,Why do we live when  all we
want sometime is to die.Why me,Why not someone else.What did i do  to ask for this
pain and heartach,So many whys and little bit answered this is life this is what makes
 us human this is to show we have a heart and this is how we learn .I find there is always
 going to be good times and bad times it shows us that nothing on earth is prefect but one
thing is so simple we are all learning together side by side gather around and hold your head
 up high  and (Know this I am with you and so is GOD .)


Wall's Of Love

Betrayed lost and alone my heart stabbed with a rusty blade that has dulled
 edged only to have it ripped from my chest and tossed about like a rag doll,
and laughed at enchoed in my ears ashamed to love with compassion and wondering
if love is for real or if it is a game most play with instead of a feeling.Most
just use it to get what they wantnot caring who they hurt making use feel powerless
 to them making us ask are selves ( Do they know what love is ?)(Did they even love me ?)
 Most of us have felt it only few give up on the love quest leaving a cold and empty feeling
 in are hearts where once a warm feeling was there,Only time will tell if are loved ones will
 be there the people that could have hurt you could be a Bf/Gf,Wife/Husband,Family,Childern
this is what I know the pain and disapear of reaching out only to find no one there .But to
me I have found one man that is always there even tho I may not see him I know in my heart
he is right there and will not hold me under but will help me up and brush me off and will
love with no strings and that is my father GOD he will take my pain and heartach an wash my
 sins away.And when I am ready he will show me my loved one who will make me whole once again
 I wait with open arm's and will love without no walls and let everyone feel the love in my
heart with every ounce of compassion so they can see how being loved truely feels and everytime
 I shall fall I will welcome the pain with open arm's ( Cause it shows me I am ALIVE).

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