A poem of a sad man

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

The ngày of your birth
has been labeled bởi darkness.
Your birth is your death.
bạn have died a thousand times
in your heart,
death shines in your eyes,
following bạn like a limpet.


You've died,
though bạn still breathe,
but life is just a shadow
of your past,
bạn don't see the life.


Your road is spiny,
hope is smothered and distant
to your sight.
You're on the road,
but this road is your life,
and this life is a burden of
your fate,
and past never dies until bạn die.


Your road is full of thorns,
empty and abandoned,
like your heart,
like your life.


The ngày of your birth
has been labeled
bởi darkness.
It's everywhere bạn look,
you're on this road alone
and this road is the burden
of your fate,
past never dies until bạn die.

Hear me,
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my
Mất tích strifes!



See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will hiển thị you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.



That peace,
well-known
to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.



Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my
faith.



Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.



Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles
tirelessly,
though
fading...



Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with
sorrow.



The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.



Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable
words,
those are prayers,
unseen
dreams,
fear lives within.

Do bạn remember the song I never sang?
Do bạn remember the words I never said?
Do bạn remember the tình yêu I never felt?
Do bạn remember the tears I never shed?

Do bạn remember the pain of heart's first fall?
Do bạn remember who put me through it all?

Do bạn remember the way bạn never cared?
Do bạn remember the time I felt so scared?

Do bạn remember holding me in your arms?

Do bạn remember me walking out the door?

Do bạn remember us standing in the rain,
when bạn đã đưa ý kiến bạn wanted me back again?

©COPYRIGHT, Waverly L. Harris, 2011, DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION AND CREDIT FOR THE AUTHOR.

I'm love
I'm desire
I'm pain
I'm denial.

Call me whatever you
want me to be.
Call me!
That's all bạn see.

I'm pale
I'm tired
I'm love
I'm desire.

My Kiss is so deep.
Can bạn feel my soul
talking?
My Kiss is so soft.
Can bạn feel me?
Will bạn dream me?

I give my tình yêu to you.
I haven't chosen that,
it's just how it meant
to be.

I hide my tears from you,
i lock my the pain inside of me.
That's the place
i wish bạn never find.
That's my soul,
sorrow and desire.

I give bạn all bạn want,
i choose the sweetest words
for you.
My touch leads you
to the highest
power of imagination,
just to hiển thị you,
just to have you.

A little black flower, planted
with a seed of grace. The expression
of joy slowly shine on its face.
A little black hoa beautifully
devine. An elegant structure in this hoa u will find.


tình yêu and the joy of
happiness, this shows a black flowers
elegance. the color of
this hoa so proudly stand out.
bạn are a little black hoa without
a doubt.

Note: I would like to bring this out to a little girl that was killed in chicago where i live. so smart, so nice, so good, but why did she had to die..... she was part of the light and now i must find her in the darkness and bring her back to life.

Sounds of past

echo in my head,

seeking for

the truth,

remembering,

memorizing...




Sounds of past

still harm my soul,

but now I'm strong,

I can accept the truth.




Sounds of past

echo in the depth

of my heart,

though some truths

have never been found.

We just see these

through our eyes.




Sounds of past

still echo,

sometimes silently,

but we know

that the past still

lives inside,

as a memory,

as a burning wound.




Sounds of past

still echo

inside.

As a memory,

as a burning wound.