3rd August 2011

You said I deserved better, well you deserve the best.

And that’s all I ever tried to be.

Broke my heart whenever you would cry to me.

Burn this world and drown this society.

Because all it ever did was kill you…

and everything inside of me..

So as I grew bitter, you deserved better.

I grew dark when you needed light.

I died when you needed life.

Look at what I did to you.

did to me..

did to us..

I’m sorry..sorry that I hated you when you needed love.

27th July 2011

If only life was art…

Why is it that pain is only seen as beauty when it is put in a form of art? If I write about a poem about my tragedies, draw a sketch of my sadness, or paint a picture of my pain…THEN people want to see the beauty in it but if it’s in someone’s heart and they start to speak of it in a conversation, some people want to label them as “depressed” or a kid with “issues”. Is that fair???? Maybe if more people started to see life as art then they could see the beauty in every image, hear it in every noise, and feel it with every emotion. Life is beautiful in every way…you just have to look at it from the right angle.

27th July 2011

Angels In Hell.

And all I ever hear is…

I’m not able to give you better, 

but I promise somebody else will.

Bystander effect.

But for the record..

Lately I’ve been starting to feel as if there isn’t any better.

Well on this Earth.

Because maybe if there were…

God would let up this weight I feel pushing my face straight into the pavement.

They tell me love is with God. Then I guess I’m closer to seeing how hell was created.

It’s not what I asked for..but its whats been given to me.

Sinners sin, but some somehow still end up as winners.

Life isn’t fair but I pray to GOD forgiveness is still given to me.

Life is difficult when you’re me.

I know I don’t belong but yet you still try to instill hope that someone will come along and fix this broken heart.

Only heaven could heal me.

But I only hope that I will be hell free.

Late nights staring in the mirror repeating “Help Me”

I need my wings back.

I need everything back.

I need life.

7th July 2011

Just came across this is my computer. Wrote this a while ago but I thought I’d share it.

I don’t know why but they call this depression.

I like to think of it as a lesson learned.

Just becasue blessings burn doesn’t mean the blessings burnt.

Underneath your lashes you see ashes but don’t see past it.

For a phoenix to be born again..it must burn and then..

it shall fulfill its destiny after it endures its most toughest misery.

So when times are rough and you don’t feel love

Just remember in december it always gets cold..

You’ll make it with patience in a couple months the sun will be shown

And it will be felt by everyone who doubted.

Now take your blessings and count it. Then count it again.

Embed it in your head because when you start forget

You let your mind just wonder..

And wonder when..you’ll find peace in this life of your’s

Find peace through this pain you endure

6th June 2011

June 6, 2011. 6 A.M.

Honestly, there weren’t enough people who really pushed me to do bigger and better things back in GA so I left…and some people don’t agree with my move to New York City. Well before you judge my actions, be sure to realize my surroundings in GA. Always being pressured to do drugs, to party, to have sex. My focus is beyond that. My dreams were being blocked…all I’m trying to do is achieve better then what I was raised in. Why can’t some people realize that…

June 6, 2011. 6 A.M. Poem:

How can you focus on light with marijuana smoke blocking your sight.

Trying to chase dreams while your falling off a balance beam.

You’re…Hanging…Over…

But as you fall, so does your motivation to be greater.

Now you feel lost, and so does your Creator.

But how could you think that…

After all, He is great.

But no matter how great He seems, you still lose faith.

Not only within yourself, but within everybody else.

Imagine suffocating in smoke while everybody is laughing.

How ironic that you’re being drowned by jack but trying to get saved by Captain.

Now everywhere I go, and everything I see, is a disturbing memory.

A bunch of sadness..happiness that pretends to be..

Life with no remedies.

So I ask myself…….

Am I better then this…or do I stay.

Do I leave..and disobey?…

-Jimmy Nguyen

P.S. And this right here folks, is my lighter thinking. My thoughts aren’t sad, but they aren’t happy. These are just thoughts. My thoughts. The thoughts that God has blessed/cursed me with. And I’m no longer going to live in a shell. For all the people who truly know me, they know that I have been waiting for years to show the world who I really am. Well that time is coming soon…..But until then, remember people…

“If you surround yourself with the good and righteous, they can only raise you up. If you surround yourself with the others, they will drag you down into the doldrums of mediocrity, and they will keep you there, but only as long as you permit it.” 

-Mark Glamack

I refuse to permit it, and if that is wrong of me…so be it.

16th May 2011

I believe happiness lies where the heart leads so don’t ever be afraid to live. Don’t ever be afraid to follow your dreams. Don’t ever lose the imagination of all the possibilities that lie within yourself and in this world. For some, imagination deteriorates with age. Live as a child and don’t confine your mind. Push your abilities to the edge. Free your mind people! Only one life to live…

27th April 2011

I take my life and try to correct it.

But how do you correct a habit of being reckless.

She should of kept it and we weren’t talking secrets.

You should keep it but I guess it’s too late.

A couple weeks pass and I hope it’s just late.

Guess God has a different fate for you and I.

Flip a coin. Do or die.

Baby this is life..

22nd April 2011

I moved to New York City to get away from the past..to get away from the things that were holding me back..to hopefully make a better future for my loved ones..to start my own business..to witness the world beyond Georgia..to prove the statistics wrong..to be able to come back home one day knowing that I became someone better then the man who left. Things people will never understand…

18th April 2011

Her voice heals my soul.

But how can you heal what is no longer visible.

Now tell me..am I invisible?

Because you sure act like I am.

I swear I’m sorry..I am.

So do you forgive me?

Or are you just gonna get rid of me…

Just like you will with the next..

and the one after that..

And the one after him..

13th April 2011

She doesn’t know it, but she’s probably as bitter as me.

You would think that two bitter people would end up a catastrophe. 

But I promise love, if WE were an US, it would be far from bittersweet.