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Soliloquy of MeEverything is dull, annoyingly monotonous.
Why did I end up trapped in this world?
The world created by the person I used to be,
A stranger to myself.
I want to be free! To have a taste of freedom!
I want to spread my wings and fly.
To break out of this prison cell
That has contained me for so long.
All this time, I have been living
In my imaginary real world,
Dreaming that everything's going right.
I did not realize, I kept everybody out.
Kept all these thoughts to myself,
My problems, my doubts and everything else.
I pretended to be alright,
Hid my true self behind a mask.
All this time, I've been masquerading
As a flawless character that will never be me.
I want to wake up from this nightmare,
The only thing left of what was once sweet dream.
I want to find all that I've lost years ago,
To mend everything I've broken,
To be unbound from all these illusions I've made,
To live once again in our volatile world.
RemembranceI saw your face
In the picture on the wall.
It reminded me of a story,
A story I totally cannot recall.
But I remember that smiling face
That always made my day.
But those moments are gone
And you're so far away.
Stranger to OneselfWho am I?
I want to ask myself, too.
For I don't know
Who I really am.
I'm trying to find myself still.
For I don't want to be
A stranger to myself.
I want to know who I am.
1.The Real Me (Introduction)I am a loner, but not anti-social.
Sometimes I'm cold, nothing's wrong with that.
People say I'm someone you can turn to.
I love history and I kind of dislike Math.
I love playing football.
I also play Frisbee
Though I am prone to injury.
Klutz? Yep, that's me.
I rarely show my feelings
I don't easily trust someone
Even though I really want
To be friends with everyone.
Books are my favorite companions
But I'll exchange for a friend,
A true and loyal friend.
For friends stay forever and books end.
I easily laugh and smile.
I love keeping souvenirs,
For I am quite sentimental.
I also have these strange fears.
This is the way I see myself.
It maybe different to yours.
My name is Trizha,
I'll Be Alright Again..."I'm alright." I always say.
But honestly, I'm not.
I don't need your help.
I have sealed my heart shut.
Even though I know
I'm pushing myself too hard,
I still shouldn't show any weakness.
I always have to be on my guard.
Why is this happening to me?
I've been hurt to much,I guess.
But I'll be back to normal
When I clean up all the mess.
Summer RainIn the middle of a summer,
The usual blue sky turned to gray.
Countless teardrops started to fall,
Cold wind started blowing,
The thunder was roaring.
I tried to remember it all,
For it only happened one day,
In the middle of a summer.
For the Bass GuitaristThe lights turned on,
The music was starting.
Everyone's gaze turned to the stage.
Then, I saw you there, playing.
You wore dark shades
As if you're trying to hide your face.
But I was amazed,
On how you play the bass.
I'm wishing you would look my way
And would notice me.
I wish I'd get to know you
Even though, I'm just a nobody.
I know this is impossible.
You're a star and I'm just a no one.
I wish you'll for more
But the song was done and you are gone...
To EphraimIt's been a long time, eh?
Since the last time we talked.
I won't bug you or anything,
I just want us to be friends again.
Time was changed us, I know.
Both of us have matured a bit.
I really want us to be friends,
I hope you'll understand.
I want to bring back our old friendship.
Let us go back to that time
When I met you from across that wall
That stood between the two of us.
I don't mean to break your heart,
If I really did.
I'm sorry, we had to move.
Sorry, I left you.
If you can't still accept this,
I won't bother you anymore.
But, do you remember the rose you gave me?
It was grown now.....
The one who loved you the most (Goodbye)I suppose that i played all my cards
And still it has ended like this
but somehow im able to smile
even though you chose to be his
Do you remember not to long ago
We hung out all day at the park
you told me to "never stop writing"
and one day id be loved for my art
Well this is my last one to you
Anymore would fail to reach your ears
And it hurts to have to say goodbye
After all of our prosperous years
But I suppose that love really changes us
Hell, you changed me more everyday
You shown me what it's like to have a purpose
and to not be the one cast astray
But through all this I still find a smile
Because i know now that this is your choice
And there is nothing i can do to change that
Nothing 'cept the power of God's voice...
But Now as i take my leave
And the tears start to reach the floor
Don't cry, just remember me always
As the one who loved you the most...
Like Tears in the RainAll those times we've shared,
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.
He knows my nameHe knows my name
He knows my heart
He knows my every thought
He knows my every tear
He greets me in the mornings
and says “I love you” at night
He takes my dreams
and gives them wings
He hears my prayers
and makes them real
They may not always be
the answer I wanted
But he answers at His
He knows my worries
my every crash and burn
He knows my name
he knows my heart
He never waves goodbye
because He never leaves
He calls me His lamb
I call Him my shepherd
He holds ever tear that falls
He knows my name.
White flagThese lies are killing me.
This wretched pain drowns me.
This heart may be bleeding
but inside my mind im truly dying.
Maybe you cant see it.
But these tears should surly make you see.
That this heart is withering.
Just dying to be free.
Wont you please let me breath?
Cant you please just set me free?
This war keeps waging on.
These scars keep opening up.
I keep losing my heart and soul.
Set me free and let me go.
This cage keeps getting smaller.
This heart keeps breaking more.
This white flag keeps burning.
But inside im still fighting on.
But these wounds you make are getting sharper …
how much could one bleed on?
GLORIOUS Game Shows... an ABC adventure! A is for American Gladiators, a battle between strong and weak,
Ordinary athletes competed against superhuman freaks.
Hosted by Hulk Hogan and Muhammad Ali’s prize-fighting daughter,
It was a place to either succeed, or get slaughtered.
B is for Blockbusters, where letters formed the questions,
Like “Which S refers to a feeling of glum expression?”
Make a connection from top to bottom or left to right,
And I’ll tell you now, winning wasn’t far out of sight.
C is for Chamber, a game show quickly canned,
Such depraved torture, human rights be damned.
The pain inflicted would make you scream and cry,
For 100 grand, would you really bother to try?
D is for Deal or No Deal, a game of pure luck,
Pick your cases carefully, or you’ll never win a buck.
The banker is ruthless and will do anything he can,
To stop you walking away a very rich (wo)man.
E is for Exit List, presented by Matt Allwright,
Where it is crucial you get the questions right.
I Have WalkedI have walked through hell.
I have pushed through its fires.
I have walked over needles and daggers with flaming arrows being fired.
I have walked through blizzards.
I have walked through freezing rain.
I have walked across thin ice and seen the cracks as it gives way.
I have walked over mountains.
I have felt their sharp edges.
I have stumbled over loose rocks and clung to the ledges.
I have walked the smooth paved roads,
And slipped on the smaller gravel paths too.
And felt the thorns tug at me as I pressed through the world to make a new.
But I have danced through meadows.
I have felt the soft grass underfoot.
The tingling of the summer sun and frolicked through brooks.
I have walked in light flurries.
Watched my footprints imprint in the gentle snow.
And I knew I’d left my mark behind, that my presence might affect someone not even known.
And I have marched into the deep oceans
I have walked through the swirling seas.
Only to emerge once again, complete and having faced a cha
I'm AlrightI'm Alright
It took a long time
So much confusion
Not knowing who I was
What I had done
Where I was going
Wondering whether I had been a hero
Or a villain
Pondering what it all meant
Trying to puzzle out
My own feelings
Why did I hurt?
I could handle the most complex arithmetic
But I couldn't understand myself
Why was I thinking and feeling what I was?
Where did they come from?
Logic told me that they made no sense
So I thought about it some more
I thought and thought and thought
I thought for minutes and hours and days and weeks
I thought my problems away
I broke down the walls of my old philosophies
Moved my line forwards
To encompass my new understanding
Slowly slowly slowly
I got better
Things made more sense
I stopped thinking those thoughts
Stopped feeling that terrible
That isn't to say it's all gone
Or that I'm all done
That I've forgotten my past
And never think of it
It's not gone
I'm still growing
I'm far from done
And I think of it all the time
But it no longer rules my lif
PanicSometimes, I feel myself quickly slipping away
from the firm grasp of reality,
which had suddenly released its hand
that had held onto mine so tightly.
I feel myself falling -
falling from a sharp cliff towards a calm ocean,
only to be claimed by it, instead,
and be swept up in the currents' motion.
I wonder why - why I was let go;
why I didn't try to stop
being let go.
I struggle to gasp for air
but find myself unable to, alas,
for just water fills my lungs
and bubbles float up towards the surface.
Darkness sweeps over me and my heart stops,
for I fear the worst
may happen to me or my sweet reality,
as my lungs feel ready to burst.
I wonder why - why I couldn't breathe;
why I couldn't just
remember to breathe.
Romantic ShitI never needed the romantic shit...
I'd rather have had a little respect.
Your set of pleasantries could not desguise
the way you treated me as a cheap object.
I think about all the lies you told
and how I was stupid enough to believe...
In a first moment, I really felt pain
now though, I feel relieved.
Your indiference towards my feelings
and the "I love you"s that were never true
are what come to my mind
every damned time I think about you.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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