To Say Goodbye

Yesterday I went to a funeral and it was supposed to be when I said my last goodbye, but I didn't. I just couldn't speak the compound word or even break it down into two words to say it separately. I looked at the casket and I just frowned. My eyes began to gloss but I didn't shed a tear. I felt like everyone could see my thoughts written on my face. I just sat down, starring from a distance. Surrounded by my high school family but I had some resistance. Then the preachers words spoke those that came directly from mind. Exactly as i thought them. "IT'S NOT FAIR" and repeated three times just like in my head. The preacher's words spoke to me directly and i drew thoughts on every sentence and statement. Then he asked the question; "If you were to die today would your funeral be packed?" Feeling sure of myself I thought of course, but when I looked around to see how packed it was for the funeral I was in and thought about all the people who knew of the funeral and didn't attend I thought maybe not. Who would take off from work or school or their daily life to attend my services? Who would take the time to say there final farewells to me before i returned to the Earth? Many of my friends would think that there will be a lot of people there but in this society people tend to choose money over everything. I feel as though respect has no price to it at all. I took the day off because no money in the world could bring anyone back once they're decease. But maybe I'm looking at they're situation from the wrong view. Maybe they needed the money and they paid their respects in a different way. I guess I shouldn't be too quick to judge.

Honestly the reason I began writing this blog was because of the question the preacher asked, which really had me thinking. I began re-evaluating the things I've done in my life. Many things I were good but there were a few bad. So with that being said I just try to live my life for the better instead of the bad. I do things now not so people can thank me but just for the joy of knowing that I can do something positive with my life... to be continued

First Non-Poetic Blog

See I'm not really a blogger I'm just a writer. I write poetry and a few raps but sometimes I still have leftover thoughts for the songs or poems even after they're done. So i guess I'm about to began writing regular blogs about my life that just seem hard to put into a finished song or poem. Some of these new blogs they may come may even motivate me into writing some new poetry. I guess this little experience in writing regular blogs will help me release more thoughts of mine. If you read my poems or blogs just comment on them even if you're saying you hate them. As a writer I like to hear the criticism to keep me going and it may help me better myself as a writer.