If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?

I’ve got something to say, we’ve all got something to say. If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?

Especially here, on WordPress of all places, I feel like we are all filled with the need to be heard, to share and to express. I am asking those of you out there who are listening/reading to share with me what it is you would want the world to know if the world could hear you, if they could all read your words. what is it that you would share with all of the human race. Please comment below and share with me, and the world what you want or need them to hear, to understand, to know…

i have already opened this conversation up to those people in my everyday life as well as my social media account and have had a great deal of responses thus far and would like to continue this project and open it up to my wordpress community in hopes that we all find someone is listening, and we can all see what the human race really wants from one another, for ourselves, for our children for everyone.

(lets see what we all have inside of us to share with the world and once the project is complete i will share it with all of you, thank you in advance for anyone who chooses to share their wish, desire, thought, opinion, beliefs, hopes and so on here in this post)

It was a normal Monday morning everything was going along as it usually does for me as i pulled up to my office building where i held my office job i realized for the umpteenth time that my job makes me miserable. i thought to myself how happy and blessed i am in so many aspects of my life yet my soul still feels so cold and empty day in and day out as i pull up to work, walk to my desk, sit behind a computer screen for four hours, take my lunch break, sit at a park around the corner, return 30 minutes later and sit behind that same computer screen for the remaining four hours of my day.

REALLY? is this really where i am in my life at 26 years old, sitting at a desk just as i did when i was a kid with my head in the cloud and my thoughts moving upward and beyond? Absolutely, this is exactly where i am in my life. As hard as it is to admit and come to terms with, it is the truth. There is no point in denying it or running from it, because the truth will never fail to find you in the end. So as i sat there feeling like there had to be more, i grabbed my pad of paper and pen and this is all i could find to write ” I’ve got something to say, we’ve all got something to say. If I asked you to speak, say anything you want the world to hear, what would it be?” its as if i was asking myself to speak, and that is exactly what i was doing. As i thought about this statement, this question i realized that if i was feeling this way i was probably not the only one feeling this way, in fact everyone i have ever known has at one point in time has expressed the feeling of not being heard. so i decided to pose the question to everyone in my address book and on my social media page allowing those who have in the past felt this way or feel this way now or will ever be left feeling unheard in the future, To be heard, if by no one else,  by me.

However once this question got started and people began sharing their life advice for the human race, their opinions, their love, everything. something changed and there was an uplifting feeling brought to light. this simple question can show us how alike we all are and how different we all are at the same time and it can change perspectives which is the most amazing thing about it.

If you choose to comment and share, know that you will be heard. please put your first and last name in the comment if you do not want to share your name, you can choose to put solely your first name or “Anonymous”.

Lets see what you have to say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Imagine a world.

Imagine a world where love is the only thing that holds true worth, the value of love is immeasurable and this beautiful feeling was recognized for what it is by each and every person, the sole reason for existence.

I always imagined a life with grand opportunity
Even knowing that the truth lives within me
where one thousand men stood at my walls
holding them up until God would call
the oceans would stop at the foot of my door
and i would feel him call, call me for more
i was surrounded by people who felt little worth
because we are each so small in this world of girth
but one by one i built them up
and my heart became the worlds love
for feeling like we have nothing is just not true
because the world has me but more importantly they have you
so as you smile and your days go on
remember the ones who have done you wrong
and though they may need more than just this
know its less important to receive than it is to give
No i am not sitting here, holy as day
i speak only knowing my own mistakes
and life is a beauty as broken as we come
know we each deserve more, we all deserve love.

(No one has ever died from a broken heart) Or So They Say.

When you have love secreting from your pores it is easy to feel as though all is lost when that no longer remains. The love still comes just as it did before however when the object of your affection is missing, that love just recklessly spews out leaving nothing but an obvious void. I wonder at times how people carry on, is it because most do not shoulder emotion with such measure? It is not that the loss is so great that it has left me paralyzed but that time itself has become immeasurable and life will likely languish in misery. Not life in its entirety but the glorious wave of sentiment that comes and goes, which is where many of us unwittingly define our lives.

Lets face it, Together.

Well let’s face it,

I am unwell

But I am well acquainted with this notion

Which you can easily tell

So Fear not for me

Please do not dwell

Rock bottom is my very own personal hell.

Madness is a monster

And my mind just needs some time

While I strip myself,

Myself of all my selfish grime

And the battle is what I live for

So I wont lose my life,

But who’s to say when one will,

Or will not die.

Wires Crossed.

Somehow, someway some wires must have crossed

Because my soul lacks of feeling and I keep getting lost

There is a great distance from my heart to my mind

Now graciously pumping emotions through my blood line.