Grass that sways in the wind

A peacefull spot out in nature

Grapes so big and juices

Apples ready to pick

Color of Fantasy

Its a peacefull color

But

It can also mean death

moneys is green

money means wars

money means sadness

green can be a very peacefull color

but when come to human greed

the green I see is the color of blood

Each day it get better and better

Each day it get easier to handle 

Each day you look for them less and less

Each day you cry less and less

Each day that face fades but the love stay

Each day that face that keeps you crying when you think of them

Each day it make you smiles to know they had a good life

Each day it makes you think what could you have done better?

Each day you tell yourself you are alright and move on

Each day you tell yourself no matter what you will remember 

Each day that I can tell you it does get better and you will be alright

Each day that face may fade but they will always be there in you heart 

To my long lost brother, I love you Brother forever and always 

Emotion is a gift but also It's a hell of a thing to have

In the dictionary it says, a natural instinctive state of mind deriving

from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. 

Brain is a gift but also It's a hell of a thing to have 

In the dictionary it says,  an organ of soft nervous tissue contained

 in the skull of vertebrates, functioning as the coordinating center 

of sensation and intellectual and nervous activity.

When these both are battling it sound like nothing but inside

it's like Zeus and Poseidon fighting with their godly power. 

Lighting hitting the waves and the wave striking back at the rock. 

Both having made a lot of damage and still going at it. 

To listen to one is like getting a strike from the other side, 

and wishing that these work together is like asking Hades to be good.

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Welcome To Time Tycoon "where 1 hour  is only 10 mins"

Have you ever felt like time rush past

Have you ever look away and thought

O lord where did the time go 

What happen to the sunlight

It is now dark and I have not eaten

It is time for bed now and time to sleep

I can not understand how time rushes past

When you're little you love the car ride 

You love going everywhere and traveling

But now you're twenty-two years old and now have become sick

stomach pain, vomiting, diarrhea, headache, and more

those car rides are now painful

they aren't loving anymore the scene going by you're now

looking to make sure people avoid those painfully bumps 

making sure you don't eat well in the car

making sure they can stop when you need to vomiting 

making sure they can bend for you when you need the help

making sure they can help you when you need

sadly now you're helpless and now 

never wanting those car rides anymore

and always staying home so your not in pain 

It hurt to know the one thing you love is now gone

(this is a true thing and I cry almost every time I have to be in the car)

That day you're in a mood

you don't want to eat

you don't want to be around anyone

you don't want to be around noise

you don't want to do anything

but cry and curl up in a corner and rock in a dark room

sadly that sound like a lot of us

it only takes time for the fog to go

but it always comes back

med may help

friend may help

but only thing helps me is

alone and curled up

A bald man stands stiffly on the edge looking out

the bridge is to his back the road to his front

there is only one act he as left to do

he yells his last words as he jumps off

"I can't take the pain anymore"

he hit the road hard leaving nothing but pieces and blood

later that day the police found out it was either 

cancer or death, he chose the easy way

but now they know that he is free

freedom of pain, needles, and drugs

free to live happier than he was on earth

Three-word Challenge: evil, man, piano (it was hard for me)

A lonely piano stands in a dark, cold room

Sunshine peek into the dark, cold room

where the dust abounded piano stands

The glistening sun hit the piano like a stage light

it dust surface glows in the glistening rays

the man hiding in the dark stares at it

like a calling as come to him

like someone was telling him to play

he get up slow and walk over to the cold and dust piano

he lays his hand down gently on the piano and smiles softly

he open the piano and being to play

like magic, the room fills up with the sound of music

the man that once had evil though now is filled with love