In living with a dream of illuminating wish

\\What makes us human?//

【War】

War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile 
But we beg

War is the scientist 
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan

War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so

War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon bởi all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world

~ Written bởi a Poet for the Wandering Souls

How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell bạn how I really feel.

I don't know if bạn will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see bạn again.

I hate that bạn think I will do anything for you

because bạn still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than bạn ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that bạn wouldn't like it, but bạn know what

I DON'T CARE!

Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If bạn don't like this poem just di chuyển on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do bạn constantly check the mirror?

Why do bạn constantly flaunt your body?

Why do bạn constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


bạn live for attention. bạn live to view. bạn live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

bạn can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…

Humanity
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane

Rotting fading some would say dying

Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, một giây digree, Third digree

What does it all mean?

Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging

Where has all the tình yêu gone

Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves

Your roommate's a killer? bạn went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass bởi undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives

We live in a human world filled with savage beast

Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray

Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse

Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for các câu trả lời from the silent

Slowly fading dying losing all humanity

Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?

Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps


jj9/1983

There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.

Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.

Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.

Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.

Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.

It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody

-- Confused? bạn should be, Now I want bạn to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the thêm fun :)

This whisper is silent,
and yet, so loud to your ears.


In the imagination of your thoughts
bạn feel the magic as if it's real,
and yet it's part of your life.


People shall judge.
People shall remember.
These mistakes you've made
shall label bạn for the rest of your life.
People shall judge.


And this whisper is too loud,
it never goes away.
The whipping body can not
be repaired,
'cause people always judge.


Hypocrisy of the society
shall always be present,
thus their sight shall never see
the failures they made.
But people shall judge.
People shall laugh.


Forgive your past,
forgive yourself,
forgive me
and I shall forgive you.
I'll find bạn on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.

Sitting in her room,
listening her yêu thích song
over and over again...

Her head is full of thoughts.
She won't share with anybody but paper...

She's alone,
no matter if
there's somebody around.
She's alone
with her thoughts,
trying to get away,
to suppress the dark side
of her soul,
to kill every dark thought
that travels through her mind...

And remember,
dream is just a fantasy,
bạn won't escape from your fear,
bạn won't find your cure
dreaming of better days...

And she cries
only when she's alone,
so nobody can hear,
and she prays for the ngày
when the Sun will shine again,
the ngày when
she will feel the joy of life,
the purpose will be bright...

In memories of your life
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.

You've died
you've died inside.

Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.

In tìm kiếm of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.

You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.

Crashed and bitter
bạn die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.

hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Nữ hoàng băng giá my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my tim, trái tim is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my tim, trái tim can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope bạn understand...

Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould



The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every ngày brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane

Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
bạn thought I'd Mất tích you, I bet

But bạn were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to Kiss me goodnight

Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?

The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
bởi the hour, bởi the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it

I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let bạn go
But there's one thing bạn should know

No matter where bạn are
No matter what bạn do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you