brokesoul's blog: "true thoughts"

How can you expect To have my respect When you can’t even Respect yourself For that matter how can you respect me When you can’t even respect yourself Because you can’t give others What you don’t have How can I love you When you don’t love yourself When you hurt me And treat me like trash You dress like a prostitute I hope you aren’t one I try to love you I try to teach you To love yourself You like other women Are losing respect from men Because You are losing respect for yourselves How can this relationship last When we don’t really love each other And it all started With your lack of respect

Rain splashing on my face Freezing wind blowing right through my clothes Icy shivering in my bones Yet this is life Life is waiting an hour and a half in a que Just to realize you're in the wrong place Life is the breakdowns the falling of tears The shedding of years And distant memories and all that is to come Must pass through this Now to become anything at all must pass through the filter of life because This Right here, right now Is Life

My heart is fully loaded I conceil what is about to occur This crime I am committing is a solution to the way that things were Heightened anticipation, the sweat condenses down my face I cock the gun I get it ready as I load bullets into each empty space Emotions running vampant, as the time is running out I keep staring at the clock, as the night howls with far cry shouts Pain calling from the distance, my future glimpse of what must come The death of another heart, I must hunt down the chosen one Murder, murder, I repeat what I must do As you gave me no choice, this is what you pushed me do to you You pushed me away, you changed into who you became The sweetness stopped, and nothing stayed the same You say things that hurt and you torture me everyday You stole from me what you could, and took your love away I see you in my scopes, and aim the red laser on your heart I will kill what life was beating, with love you shall not feel warmth I will make you bitter, you will feel pain, and be so sad At times you will be crazy, and more angry than mad You will be too scared to love again, you will build walls around your heart You will think of me each day as your soul falls apart But just as I am about to pull the trigger I suddenly have a ephiphany and ponderly figure Why that would make me just like you You would turn me into everything that you say and do To become like that, onto myself I would not be true I decide to let you suffer as carma will find you one day Another girl who will pull the trigger, and take your love away This my friend will be your long awaited fate To try to be reborn again, for you it will be too late Until then I would hold onto this grudge with unmeasured hate And you would have just become, the best mistake I ever made

Ok, I've kept my fuckin' mouth shut long enough, but after the disgusting things I have seen while browsing the myspace users...now I feel is the fuckin' perfect time to express my thoughts on some of these ignorant fuckin' MySpace sons'a bitches. 1st of fuckin' all...why do EXTREMELY overweight bitches think us guys want to see 4 inches or more of cleavage on a fuckin' 400 pound woman? Well do I have some new for you! Us REAL men don't wanna see that shit...especially if we zoom-in on the pictures, you can see sweat dripping off of a boob. And no, don't tell me it's "body lotion" or glitter. Glitter will do nothing but clog your nasty-ass pores up. And Secondly, when fat bitches show those UTTER-ly disgusting cleavage shots, it looks like 2 fuckin' hot air baloons collideing over fuckin' Mount Rushmore. Secondly, does every little hoodrat that has a fuckin' Myspace account ONLY go to Wal-Mart to take a fuckin' camera-phone picture of them on the fuckin' coin operated ice cream truck, or the coin-operated riding horse? Is that 'sposta turn us on? Well, do I have some news for you stupid bitches as well...that does NOTHING but show you're true "maturity level". All it proves is that you're too damn young to drive an actual fuckin' motorized vehicle, and using your "top-of-the-line" PRE-PAID fuckin' mobile phones. Not to mention you're entire wardrobe probably comes from Wal-Mart as well. Thirdly...does everybody have to have an fuckin' Akon song on their MySpace profile? Does that make you fuckin' "COOL"? Does that make you attract the opposite sex? Does it make you "GANGSTA"? Does it make you a "BADASS"? Well, once again...do I have news for you mother fuckers as well. All that proves to people like me is that you are NOTHING but a bandwagon jumpin' mother fucker. People like you are all the same, and need to be your fuckin' self. And another thing that busts my fuckin' balls are that most of you stupid fuckheads all do the same fuckin' poses. Like the ones with you laying halfway off of your beds upside down holding some kind of a camera, just to make your flat chest stick up an extra inch. What the fuck do you do...sit there, browse people's profiles, and see what profile-poses have the most visits, and then deciede to pose like them causing a fuckin' MySpace pose-off? Get a fucking life. Yet, another thing that pisses me the fuck off about some of these MySpace bastards, is that they don't know who the fuck you are, but they'll add you anyway because you look "COOL" and then they'll add you on their fuckin' TOP FRIENDS LISTS to make their fuckin' pissant profile look "cool" and make it seem like they actually have some fuckin' friends. But yet, they won't know 1 damn thing about you, let alone know who the fuck you are, and won't send you any messages beyond a fuckin' "THANKS FOR THE ADD!" picture as a comment. And then you won't hear from them anymore. FUCK THEM! SUCK MY ASS! Yeah, I might be sitting here rambling on about the things I hate about MySpace, and I'm sure most of you are like"If you hate MySpace that much, then why the fuck do you have a MySpace account"? Well, to answer your fuckin' question, the reason why I have a fuckin' MySpace account is because this is where I keep intouch with people I haven't seen in a long time. I have kids, therefor I show my family off. Which is an OK thing to do! I don't sit there and do fuckin' stupid ass candid poses like I'm a Gangsta at a Wal-Mart, or a Hoodrat at the local fuckin' Waffle House, or a 400-pound bitch with sweaty tits. FUCK ALL OF THEM. Nobody will look twice at that shit. If you are, then you're a fuckin' moron. Or a sick pervert. Either way. I'm not refering this Bulletin to ANYBODY on my MySpace friends list, because I wouldn't add such a stupid fucker that I just talked about on here. I'm talking about the ENTIRE fuckin' bandwagon jumpin' other fuckers that think they're cool because they have something SO fuckin' original on their MySpace! FUCK ALL OF THEM, AGAIN! And if I offended anyone, my bad...but I keep my word. Delete me if you want. Because is you do, you ain't worth my fuckin' time anyway. Thanks James

He walks in His hands are sweaty Everyones already started He wants to get out But he doesn't, leave She's pushing up Hard against him He's forgotten everything His friends have ever taught him The taste of... It feels like... Everything that ever felt so good Gets him choked up inside She's moving way too fast ll he wanted was to hold her She's getting her way Now he wants this to be over He's getting nations Even though this is This is what he wanted So how could he fight this It's the taste of... It feels like... Everything that ever felt so good Now gets him choked up inside So depressed over his mistake He's headed for the door Walking away trying to forget Knowing she only wants more It's getting him sick inside He's regretting it all Pretending it never happened As he takes a fall, on his bed It tasted like... It always felt like... Everything that ever felt so good Made him choke inside

Babies being born New love found New rhymes made new faces scene New day to play not to waste away New sun set sits a new night begins New year begins old dogs learn new tricks New vows taken promises made Before was another day Babies being aborted new love lost New rhymes thrown away new faces not seen New days wasted not played No one sits and admires the sun set nights quiet no party to begin New years forgotten old dogs grow weary New vows broken promises deceived Ying has to have a Yang New Rivalries made news eyes open What a crying shame reality has to hit me this way New graves are made new tears are spilled The begining

Let me Wake then to Murder me in my sleep, A Cause from your drunkenness that you are blind, Better to let my Heart pour out on the ground, Then to push my faith over like a Spoil Princess, It's a Matter of placement that you discourage me, That I should never love again in your eyes, Better to Watch me sleep then to Huber over me drunk, Drunk from your Horror lost that I might wonder from you, No Big words just Sadness that I sit upon this thrown, A Thrown that you have created in your Kingdom of sadness, Now that I am your Jester that you Huber over me, My dark sleep that your Drunkenness will come to a end, Better to Murder me with my Eyes open, So I can see my Love struck drunk Killer,