Do We All ???

Now i know this very wierd but while i was in the bath, i had a thought and i feel it could be true. I am going to share my thought and i will keep my eye on all comments that come in, to see what others think about it. I would love to know your thoughts on this.
There are a lot of lables being used these days for different groups of people that are around us every day.They are happy with who they are and who they know. And yet they get labled things like GOTH or GEEK and so on. Now i feel and know that this is what we all know as stereotyping and as anyone would, we do not like being stereotyped. But i was thinking. When this happens we all moan and most will say that they do not like people that do stereotype. But am i wrong in thinking that the people who do say that, are indeed stereotyping theirselves ? Forgive me if i am wrong but is that not labling them also ? Yes i get labled a goth just because i like metal music. But there are different genre of metal as well so why are all metal/rock loving people labled goth's ?
Now on this one lable i have looked it up in the dictionary and this is what came up : GOTH :
1.
one of a Teutonic people who in the 3rd to 5th centuries invaded and settled in parts of the Roman Empire.
2.
a person of no refinement; barbarian.
Now forgive me but are we not in the 12st century?
I am going to leave this here to see other views that everyone else. :)

Poem 11

Along this big winding path i must walk,
looking hard for the exit all the way,
Unware of what it is that i do stalk,
Speaking but with nothing i can say.
Wondering where i go in this tale,
Praying there is people at the end.
Hoping that my dreams don't derail,
So many thoughts my mind does bend.
Being careful that i do not trip or fall,
Fearing that i could be here for days.
Scared no one around will hear my call,
And now i must walk within this haze.

Poem 10

The stories change has started to begin,
My mind drifts like a cloud in the sky.
Eyes search for filth that crawls my skin,
Heart beats so hard but feels so dry.
My reflection just a skeleton of who i am,
Tying best to remove this darkest scar.
Fighting these battles which i must ram,
Catching memories that i place in a jar.
From a all new shell i must be born,
New enemies for which i have to deal.
These pages i write must not be torn,
When book is complete i must seal.

Poem 9

Within the world of hate and disease we live,
Our torn hearts infront of us beating still.
Our souls bleeding with nothing left to give,
For one more last chance would we kill.
Our biggest battle is in our sight,
In corners we stand in rain and cry.
Scars in our mind we try to fight,
Fearing the memory will never die.
The hope of joy is just too far away,
With the pain and fear by our side.
Know that it will never come this way,
Just wanting to go with one last ride.

Past,Present,Future Part 3

Future: What do we know about the future? Nothing. And we never will. It has not happened and never will happen. There will always be a future. It's like. We never see tomorrow and we don't see yesterday. We only get today. What can we do with the future? Well we can try making plans for it. We can think about who we want to be in it. We can think about what it would be like. but we will never actualy know what the future is like. So many things change in life that the future is always changing it never stays the same. It's like the past. We can't go to it and do things. We can't go and set things up for what we want in life. We will never be able to predict anything. The only thing we can do is make plans and hope that they work.

Past,Present,Future Part 2

Present: There are two meanings to present. One being a gift, token of affection. Alot of us do not really think about things like this. We just go to a store and by what we "think" they like and give it to them with no thought or real fellings behind it. A presents should always come from deep inside your heart not from the nearest bargin basement deal or even how much money you have in your wallet at the time. It should never be about who gets the biggest or who had the most spent on them. It should be about caring and love and how much you think about that person. We buy/make gifts to show people that we are thinking of them and that we care and t see the reaction on the faces when they get/open it. We should not give gifts/presents and expect one in return. As they saying goes "better to give than recieve". Never give gifts/presents in hate as this is unfair and you never know what could happen to you one day.
The other present. Is today right here right now what is happening this very second.I look around me and see so many sad/moody faces when everyone should be happy and enjoying life. We only get one. Don't waste it moaning and groaning about this and that or hiding behind a mask. Enjoy life, embrace it. Make the most of what you have of it. Yes sadly we have to work and earn money. Yes some say they hate their jobs and want to do something else. Why do we hate them? Because we do not make them enjoyable we just sit and moan all the time. We always wake up thinking "god i have to go to that hell hole again" and not thinking "man yesterday was so good i hope today is just as good if not better". If it's not then don't moan or get moody start thinking ways of making it better, make it fun and exciting so you want to go the next day. Out of work you should be having just as much if not more fun. Go out enjoy yourself. See friends, go places. Just make sure it's fun and you never forget what you did. Be romantic towards your partner. Show them how much you love and care about them. See family and enjoy times with them. Plan your life but make sure you don't plan to far ahead, you don't know what will happen that might change them. Basicly enjoy what you have and who you know. Dont let things go that could make you happy for the rest of your life.

Past,Present,Future Part 1

The past. The past has gone it will never return and we can not change it no matter how much we want to. We say we would do things different if we could change the past. We even say that we would like people back in out lives that have sadly passed on. I am not being horrid or disrespectful when i say this but if we did all have them back would there be enough room in the world for them to live? Sadly it is all part of the circle of life and we have to live with it all the time and there is no way of changing it. Would we truely be the same person we are today if we did change all these things? I believe not. Yes we do the wrong things and say the wrong things to people. We even make bad choices. But i believe that we make them for a reason, to make us who we are today. Yes we have great memories of the past, and some bad, but which ones truely stick in your mind the most? (the good ones). Some would say "ah but i did this or that to make sure they was as sucssesful as they are today". But what if they did something, no matter how small or different, would they be as sucsessful as they are today?. I do not think so. Yes there are a few that still would be but there are some that would be where they never dreamed of. Why are we wanting to change the past? Are we not happy with where we are today? If you change it would you be happy with the outcome? It could be worse for all we know. Lets stop moaning and dwelling on the past. Be happy with what you have right now. Yes keep the good memories tey are worth keeping with you but forget the bad ones. There is nothing we can do to make them better. Basicly what i am saying is. Forget the past it's happened, it's gone. Start living fo today.

Poem 8

Feeling like a hour galss with no sand,
Stuck in oceans of fear with no boat.
Flying through the clouds of self doubt,
Trying to embrace lifes beauty by it's throat.
Escaping the well of the worlds disease,
Wading through fields of hate and disppair.
Battling back is without any ease,
Letting loose berdens is in my heart.
Opening the curtain to hopes door,
Running from the terror inside.
Freedom is what i need to explore,
Wrapped in happieness and content.

Poem 7

In this captive cell i sleep,
My mind is not mine to keep.
Tortured by the deafly silence,
Hinding in a world of violence.
Trapped in lifes toughest jail,
My freedom i do hail.
Stuck behind strong steel bars,
Want to leave thoughts and scars.
Open fields i long to greet,
Grass and flowers between my feet.

Poem 6

Wanting to see you again,
Waiting to hold you in these arms.
Will i never feel your tender kiss,
Things i will truely miss.
Keeping faith for you and me,
The future i want to see.
Leaving but don't know where,
Beg you to stay you dont care.
Your case is packed and ready to go,
Saying bye but feelings don't show.
On knees i beg but break and cry,
Out the door i guess it's goodbye.

Poem 5

Like a twisted soul in the wind,
My mind shatters like broken glass.
Steps swollowed by sands of time,
Waiting for the answerless question.
Scared of the pit of emptyness,
Waiting for the light to shine.
Drowned by the ocean around me,
Feeling a cut from the masters pen.
Bleeding joy from this sorrow,
When will this nightmare end.

Poem 4

Running in this waking sleep,
Feeling a pinch from the knife.
Holding tight to lifes chains,
Going down the vains of time.
Standing by forgoten thoughts,
Reaching for a empty dream.
Watching shadows in the dark,
Waiting for the entrance to this exit.

Poem 3

Trapped in a cell of freedom,
Fighting that calm of panic.
Hiding in this empty room,
Seeking the rage of peace.
Feeling paranoid with this trust,
A roar of quietness surrounds me.
Unbuttoning the zip of fear,
Slowly speeding towards this joy.

Poem 2

Feeling the gravity of hate pulling me in,
Battling the curse that lies inside.
Fearing that the bullet of kaos will strike my soul,
Struggling to unlock this open door.
Alone in this crowded pit of disease,
Wanting to fly in the feilds of content.
Being clean in the sea of happiness,
When will the terror escape my mind?

Poem 1

I am left in the dark shallows of life.
Having to wade through the reeds of self doubt.
Trying to struggle to find the right path.
A shadow of fear hangs over me like a dark cloud.
Blinded by the light that i can not see.
Feeling my way through the fog that blocks my mind.
Remembering not to fall to the dark or the grey.
Asking my guide to help my entity get home.
Fearing i will get stuck in the vortex to grace.
Hoping my spirit will leave this negative place