Between Here and There.

There is a thief that I know... He is sly and cunning. He makes me do things for him. I am his willing slave. With just a pat in the back, a simple smile of encouragement, a silky whisper of a promise, I am drawn to do his bidding. He steals not money nor things of Value. Rather he robs me of my youth, he darkens my future and takes away the most valuable possession I have. My potential of becoming a man. I hate him with a fervor. But no matter what I do I can do nothing to him because the thief is me.

There's a monster inside of me. It usually sleeps, but when it awakens it causes havoc to my world. It destroys everything in its path, it does not care what happens to me.. It laughs at my pain and takes joy in my suffering, thrives in my misery. Once it manifest itself I can no longer act as I am. When I look at the mirror the monster looks exactly like me.

Thoughts so detestably sweet urges so uncontrollably strong is just part of the flood Command I can not disobey values loose its meaning virtues swept aside Oh God help me Protect me from the flood For when it strikes I loose control I can not see, I can not think I am helpless from the currents of the Flood. by: Yaj Atenara

It’s funny that people would only say thank you right after you did them a favor. That most of the time, they only remember what you did for a short time and would not recall the things you did for them when it no longer suits them. It’s funny how they act as if they know everything when they talk to you where in fact, they learned most of it from you. When they change sides easily because well, there is nothing more they can get from you. How insensitive they are to you and your feelings, when all the time they were with you, you thought about nothing else but their well beings. It’s funny. Why? Because these people are doomed by the choices they make. Because when it’s time Karma, fate, the general collective, the universe and all the known forces which handles the balance in the world, will deal with them properly. At that time, however high and might they are, they will all fall back to the ground and hit rock bottom. That is how things have always worked. You will not be spared. T...