![]( -- Meet Joe Black

What if everything you were would amplify What if your strength became greatness Your weakness became worse Your good became divine Your evil more malign Who could you be Where will you go What will I

Unsplash Fake it ‘till you make it (Oh, for real... Not another self-help post written by a self-proclaimed 'life-coach' with a laptop, right? 🙄) I'm far from a life-coach really, but I do so happen to

 I hope you don’t mind me saying this But there are some things that need off my chest and even though I’m writing this while all alone I know my voice'll tremble when I'm in front of you Whispering

I’m sorry you were too young. This is to the girl, I perhaps could have been: I’m sorry you never stood a chance I’m sorry life came in between I’m sorry you got your share of life Before you were ready

I Need You to Believe in Me. Especially when I lie. (Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash) I’m most scared of me, the times I say I don’t care That’s when I’m honest: feeling broken and too lost to repair

Passionately blinded Or mere ignorance? Willingly misguided Or abused innocence? I am a fool for love The joke’s on me For keeping memories of What will never be

She used to be a bright girl With high hopes and even bigger dreams Grasping to grasp the whole world Thoughts filled brighter than eyes would ever see She used to be a bright girl She sometimes still

... I’m honest when I say that I hate to lie Still I can’t help carving cracks in mirrors from which the glance reaches further Than I can hide I’m honest when I say that I try Still I can’t help burn

Rock ON

Passionately blinded Or mere ignorance? Willingly misguided Or abused innocence? I am a fool for love The joke’s on me For keeping memories of What will never be

I can't really put my finger On when that finger shut my lip Or to how free speech became a filter Covering up a world in censorship

Fading memories became deja vus Obscure pictures caught in dust Blind love so willing to be abused My skin slave to your touch Playing games I can't stop losing Trapped in an endless press-rewind A life

We are so desperate for life to have meaning Something to justify our time spent on earth Unwilling to accept there perhaps is no reason Lifes wasted on quests for finding purpose

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

Often times I felt mistreated Tiered, lost, Peace by defeated Every time again, I tried to keep strong Believed all of us struggled Fought hard to go on But hear me, dear brother You have no idea Of all

Being ready to take a step You know what it is with second chances? Sometimes the timing’s not right. You might think you’re blessed for being able to start a clean slate, yet, somehow along the way you

She has a heart as pure as gold Her gaze bright and sharp as crystal Once an angel tying wings enfold Arose a Saint with smoking pistol Her nicotine inside you raging Outstripping all until the ashes The

Take care Be strong Remain positive Life goes on Words all meant well By those who care Said with good will But no one's really there They can't grasp your pain You don't wish them your loss All their