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LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your face
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken
Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds
The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears
SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.
Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.
Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.
An unpleasant feeling you may think
The feeling cannot be described in only ink
It can come and go in just a blink
It would be the bitter taste if life would be a drink
It's what gets us down
It's what leaves us with a frown
Sometimes makes us want to leave town
And sometimes makes us want ourselves to drown
It sure isn't much fun
We always want it to be over and done
We can't make it undone
Pain, is a measurement of will power
Recovering from pain may take more than an hour
But in the end you will blossom like a flower
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
CourageEverybody will have one or multiple fears,
Some of them can bring us to tears.
Our fears will never leave us,
A fear is something we will always possess.
When we face that which we fear,
Even if it's only once a year.
We might be scared to death,
Slowly trying to get control over our breath.
Our heart is beating at a much faster pace,
We might even try to maintain a straight face.
Someone who is courageous,
Even if what that person does might be outrageous.
Is somebody who still fears like you and me,
But who still dares to be and think free.
True courage is not hiding from your fear,
But to face your fear head on, even if you're scared.
Passion is like a flame,
It's never the same.
It will bring inspiration,
It can bring frustration.
Passion can make you create,
It can irritate.
It can destroy,
It can bring joy.
It can make you feel sad,
It can make you go mad.
It can make you smile,
It will make your time worthwhile.
Passion is what drives us,
It's what makes us work towards success.
The meaning of passion is up to yourself,
Just like my meaning is up to myself.
But remember that your passion helps you realize your dream,
And remember that even if you are working hard, you should ''carpe diem''.
Swing life awayGoodbye my dear old friend
How I wished it did not have to end
How we laughed and sang
Together with the whole gang
Goodbye my dear friend
How I wished that changes that now impend
How we once compared our scars
How we once gazed at the lone stars
Goodbye my friend
How we stood together till the end
How our days were filled with laughter and joy
How you made fun of me being a mama’s boy
Our time was not misspend
We will meet again one day
And we shall swing life away
It gets betterIt might not have been your day,
With the sky above turned all gray.
You might ask yourself why?
Sometimes it feels like you slightly die.
You carry this secret with you,
It might make you feel a bit blue.
You don't dare to tell another person,
Fearing your image might worsen.
Fearing of what they might think,
Fearing they might leave you in a blink
Thinking what you will say
When you will tell your parents you're gay
But the actual feeling when you tell,
Even if it might feel slightly like hell.
You know that you are now free,
And you know it will get better,
on that you can trust me.
This is for the ReaderThis is for the Reader:
With the soft touch of his fingers
The piano begins to play, a heart untouched for so long
Bares its secret melody...
When I first started out I couldn't avoid just bein' cold
My life revolved the things that I was always told
I never knew the warmth of standing up to take a bow
It was not a joy that I would ever-ever be allowed
Through all the days I feared that everything would disappear
You held me up and held me close like I was something dear
I never knew I had a part of me that you would like
I guess that's what you feel when you can't even see the light
So this is the only way, that I can
Properly express my thanks
For everything you've done for me
This my way of thanks
My way of thanks
My way of thanks
I can't remember how many times I said I'd quit the game
It felt like I was hitting blocks and always feeling lame
But then you taught me that no matter what, you were here
You read the worst of my works and put
Your Life's A StageLife is comparable to a book
Which would make today a page
Don't dream of the drama unfolding
Act it out upon the stage
If the stage is your lonely room
And the theatre is your home
Then why not be the protagonist
Heroes never die alone
If you are treading those boards tonight
Then be careful how you go
Show the world and open your mind
To learn things that remain unknown
And if you are the director
Make sure the cast know their lines
If their actions stray away from the plot
Then cast them out of your life
If you are seeking attention
Awaiting ovation from the stalls
Be sure to do something worthy
Before the last curtain falls
Our fallen hero or heroine
Will rise for their final applause
Unlike a play we've no such luxury
For us there will be no encore
Little Soldier BoyHe does not fight for the General barking orders,
Nor for the man in a suit, who sent him across borders...
In his pocket he keeps a single picture, a sole reminder
Like ancient scripture. A home he misses so endlessly,
Tirelessly calling out in his dreams at night. It is the last
That remains on his lips, with his finger pressed upon the trigger.
A single heartbeat, as he sights his enemy; A quiet prayer
To rest in peace. Yet soon it fades, as hope is fleeting;
For the little soldier boy, once marching home.
"Bottoms up buddy, I miss you..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th October 2012
Where Angels PlayWhere Angels Play:
A lonely spark appears before me tonight
amongst the struggles deep inside of me...
Should I give in, will I breathe in?
How much more can I be forced to take
before my soul breaks?
Shards crashing into me
letting me know I am alive
I am barely breathing...
The moon lights my pathway
deep in dark, where we will fade
I've walked past the archway
Where angels will play...
The warmest touch, upon my skin
Wings that glow with sacred light, from deep within
They have come to take me back, to where I've been
Gone away into the winds, my voice forever lingering
Do I alone escape this and find my peace
without concern for what is left behind
Even if I could close my eyes in endless rest
The thought of you keeps me breathing...
The angel that leads me, deep in dark, where I seem to fade;
The lonely spark that keeps me, is the warmth of your heart...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 30th September 2012
Morbid HeartThese painful tears still fall down
For the suffering I never give in
Angel wings of mine covered in crimson
Had forgotten how to fly long time ago
This little piece of ice I hold in my hands
For it shows the coldness deep inside
These eyes now empty and merciless
No tears, no more tears I shed
In this forest of darkness I walk
As a deadly shadow of the night
I roam forevermore these paths
There is still lost beauty within
These morbid thoughts better hide
They have darkened innocent hearts
Once so warm, pure and loyal
Turned into the worst suffering
His vicious life
Ends as the dawn rises
This shattered heart of mine I give
... For freezing winter
For fallen leaves
For forsaken lands...
"I've made a mistake" is something I'll say
Which would be quite often, almost every day
About silly little things that don't mean much
And really big things that cause a lot of fuss
Forgetting a book and even a test
Or not remembering when you confessed
Not taking out the trash at the end of the day
That leaves this strong smell that just won't go away
Arguing with my best friend, losing them at the end
A relationship that could take many years to mend
Even making new enemies at every right turn
After acting without thought or any concern
The things I've said, the acts I've done
Pushing on my chest like a million tonnes
Those little things never seem to end
Nor do the really big things that I must contend
I'm not perfect, don't expect me to be
We all make mistakes that we can't set free
All of them, however big or small
Can only make a human after all
Kirsten Z. Jacob
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubble
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Her Second HeartShe sees him laying there
Unable to speak
Unable to move
To breathe on his own
The car speeding down the road
at 45 miles per hour
in a 25 miles per hour zone
stole all of it from him
5 minutes to midnight
5 minutes until they pull the plug
She stares at his empty shell
The shell of the boy she once loved
and still loves
Her love never confessed
3 minutes to midnight
She holds his stiffened hand
and whispers to him
"I love you"
1 minute to midnight
His family files in
saying their goodbyes
The girl does not move
from her love's side
30 seconds to midnight
Tears are shed
None as despaired as the girl's
The droplets falling, decorating his pale face
"I love you" She whispers again
The plug is pulled
Severing his last lifeline
His face is covered
He is taken out of the room
His family leaves
But the girl stays
She sinks to the floor
When she looks up
She sees a note on the floor
Her name written on it
inside a clumsily drawn heart
His trademark bad ha
Even when I'm at my weakest
I still lend you my strength
Even when my eyes are their darkest
I still look out for you the best way I can
I'm not the hero of the day
I just know what's right
I'm not some selfless saint
Someone has to bear the light
I don't expect any praise
All my deeds are of the same kind
I need not your thanks
No relief can fill this void in my life
No rest for the wicked / No love for the abandoned
No hope for the innocent / No pain for the departed
I'll give you my all / I'll rise while I fall
I'll answer your call / I'll serve until there's no pulse
I'm not looking for acknowledgment
Remember not my face
I don't consider labels an accomplishment
Forget to speak of my name
I will leave none a victim of relinquishment
You will not witness that pain
I'm merely here to cure the inhumane infections
For we are all one in the same
Even when all seems hopeless
I will come to turn the tides
Even when I'm left powerless
I will always be
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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