If Life Gives You A Piece of Shit

So on September 5, 2009, I wrote a poem called “If Life Gives You A Piece Of Shit.” It was kind of a reminder to myself that everyone is loved regardless what happens. It also served as an attack to Waukesha because I did got lost, trying to get to my friend’s house at the time and I could not find it. Instead I got a bleeding nose and well, I decide to use it as a grudge. But now the grudge is gone. I remember the anger I felt. But, now I decided to recopy and share it on here. Enjoy!

If Life Gives You A Piece Of Shit

If Life Gives You A Piece Of Shit, Remember this……
You always have someone that loves you.
You always can find love somewhere in life…..but do not look for it.
Let it come to you.

You can find that a dance will always move you or song
or a poem
or even a great friend.
You can find that I was your friend all long
or even your worse enemy.
You decide…I follow.

You can see that rain drops will fall down when someone dies
and when the sun shines
everything seems to be so grand.

If you are bleeding in the middle of the bus depot
downtown in Waukesha…
oh no, no one gives you a shit.
They do not give you a fuckin’ tissue either.
Let you bleed….
that thought goes on to that mind they call a brain…oh well….

Queen…oh she is a killer queen….
or should I say he….
lmao….

If life gives you a piece of shit, now that every rainbow you can follow
and every skull does not mean it is your time to die….
just let you know, at least your baby did not shot you down…

Let these words smooth you out,
let it run through your blood…
let even blood drop and let everyone stare and watch you die……

If life give you a piece of shit,
let you know at least I would be wearing black
and staring at your grave….
and crying

If life gives you a piece of shit,
I will always hug you…
I will always love ya….
and well,

If life gives you a piece of shit,
dance the night away…
because life will always throw pieces of shit…
up to you to stop and smell…
or keep going because you are so free to do the hell you please!

I Can Not Believe…

It rang true last night…and also when I wrote it on September 30, 2012:

I can not believe I forget to write yesterday. But then again, I could. It was getting late at night,
my mother was out,
my older brother was out until early morning.
Talk about the craziness for one day…
And yet Wizard101 took over me like no tomorrow.
The sun will come out tomorrow
Oh great “Annie” is in my head…

Darn!

Yes I am still beating my head
beating this drum because I forget to write here the other day.

So apparently, I am talked about at my old church.
Even the priest asked my brothers if I am ever going to get confirmed.

Okay, father…I am not. I am a spiritual man.
Not overrated religious guy…
And well I gave it up.

Oh hello,
I was trying to do random and poetry. I think it failed miserably, would you say lads? Haha

So I wrote a poem on April 30th called “The week is almost over.” I guess I am looking at the weekend. No idea why. I do not remember. So here’s a poem I wrote.

The Week Is Almost Over

I have not wrote one since like forever in time

but let me state what has happen in my life that I can call awful while everyone says it is your lost

Immigrant March tommorrow and can’t even skip school for it

Si se puedo bitch

but oh welll

My name is Orlando, no it is not…..but it sounds hotter than Paul

but who gives a fudge cake?

I finally got talked to by one of my friends who is on a cruise ship, thank whoever is up there he is safe

He is in Mexico which makes me jealous.

I have 11 blogs and this is my 12th

Maybe it will be a secret dairy

or not

Saw Matt, Work at Ethnic Fair Last Week

and well no medicine for 2 weeks

and already anger play a damn role

so…time to close….