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Found it!

for some reason my emails switched on me and I found the reason why I couldn’t log on but now I’m back and hopefully my writing will be up to speed again :]

The Indefinite Answer

Every night its the same, sitting alone on a computer with myself.

Having an awkward conversation with my own conscious about my life.

Things like “What should I do?” “How do I deal with this person?” and “Why?”

All these things just lay in my head everyday and I just don’t know what to do.

Sometimes I feel like I’m an object filling in an empty space, other times I feel important.

My situation is an indefinite answer I guess. 

By- James Grace

2 Lines

I need to step back and watch my life as it goes 

Maybe then I will finally know what to do with it.

By- James Grace

Pay Me Back

I feel terrible…

"Here, have some food, I know you’ll pay me back." I feel like I’m just sinking and sinking into the sand…

I owe so much to so many people and I can’t help them…

I feel powerless…

I wish I could just pay everyone back, redeem myself for making everyone wait..

Take, Take, and did I say Take already?

All I do is take

Take money from my friends, take space up in a house thats not even mine, take too many opportunities to just sit back and hope something changes.

I never give

I never have enough money to buy something for someone, I never have anything to give, I am never good enough for anyone, nor good enough to deserve anything.

Maybe I should just go back to where I was… All alone, in a place where I know no one, hoping to find something different from boring everyday, because I haven’t earned the right to be here. 

Stairway to your Heaven
We are all on that stairway of life, some more straight-forward than others.
We try to follow that path to greatness, that path to serenity, but no one knows the way.
We believe there is only one way to this light of happiness, but we are all wrong.
Everyone’s path to peace is different, some shorter and some longer, but we should all follow our own paths, for if we don’t, happiness is impossible.
Photo and Poem By- James Grace

Stairway to your Heaven

We are all on that stairway of life, some more straight-forward than others.

We try to follow that path to greatness, that path to serenity, but no one knows the way.

We believe there is only one way to this light of happiness, but we are all wrong.

Everyone’s path to peace is different, some shorter and some longer, but we should all follow our own paths, for if we don’t, happiness is impossible.

Photo and Poem By- James Grace

Their Way of Life

Life start to blur as the smoke begins to rise.

Color starts to bloom as the leaves start to burn. 

The feeling of relaxation takes over like the feeling of jumping into a hot shower.

Something so serious becomes the funniest thing on the planet.

Mouths become dry like the desert as their eyes glaze over. 

This is their way of life.

By- James Grace

Seasons of You

The Seasons are just right

Summer: Your as beautiful as a cloudless summer day, 0% humidity, at an amazing 70 degrees. Nothing beats your gorgeous skies at night, stars shining bright and clear, it’s impossible not to smile and bask in the greatness. You make me want to pull out a towel and lay on it for several hours, just to admire your beauty. I don’t ever want my sunlight to go away.

Fall: Your personality is as colorful as an autumn morning. 20% humidity but don’t worry, your only human. You can turn any rainy day into an artistic downpour of wonderful color. You always seem to make my days better with your crisp breezes and cool evenings. You make my life different in all the right ways.

Winter: You remind me of those snowy nights. Such grace these snowflakes drift from the pitch black sky. Waking up early to find that essence of white powder-like substance to have touchdown, you make me this excited every time I see you. Never do I have to ask the question, “So, what do we do now?” its more like, “What do we do next?” I will never be bored of you.

Spring: Your the exquisite spring day I’ve always wanted. The perfect blossom on that cherry blossom tree, no need to change that. That first apple to fall from the tree: sweet, beautiful, and enjoyable. The whole package. You make me want to do things I never thought I would do, like spend a whole day outside just to be with you. You are my life force, my everything and I could die happily knowing that I have lived with you.

The Seasons are just right

By- James Grace

Intertwined

Our lives are intertwined, like vines on an abandoned house, we are at peace.

Smiles blossom from these vines when our eyes meet, a smell of love and beauty.

The Vines’ grip strengthens, holding on to these great memories of our lives.

Maybe these blossomed smiles will bear fruit, a sweet, enjoyable, non-perishable love.

By- James Grace

Seeing Stars

I look up, standing still like a stone I see that bright star, mocking me from afar.

This feeling reappears within the, telling myself to let it be, but that is not me.

I wonder if that star is looking back, waiting to attack, with the sharpness of a tack.

 This feeling hits me like a truck, I feel as though I’ve lost my luck, fuck….

I am missing some part of me…

I look down, one day my frown will disintegrate, and I will see that bright star within my grasp.

That feeling will finally disappear, the loneliness defeated, the battle won.

I am whole again. 

By- James Grace

The Mind’s Fragile Cage

Do not close the gates yet, for we have just begun to search for the truth.

You will feel alive when we find the tangent form of agony and bring it to the light.

We can tell that there is something in your eyes, the cover has been blown.

Let all your demons loose, and leave your shadows behind, because we found it.

Encased by your greatest fears, this curse must be released.

Trust us, your secret is safe, for we are your allies, not your enemies.

Those fears diminished and this fragile mind has been cleansed.

By- James Grace

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY