Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and amor and Laugh
Is this really life?
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and amor and Laugh
Is this really life?
\\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 por all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written por a Poet for the Wandering Souls
【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 por all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written por 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 you how I really feel.
I don't know if you will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see you again.
I hate that you think I will do anything for you
because you still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than you ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that you wouldn't like it, but you know what
I DON'T CARE!
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell you how I really feel.
I don't know if you will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see you again.
I hate that you think I will do anything for you
because you still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than you ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that you wouldn't like it, but you know what
I DON'T CARE!
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If you don't like this poem just mover on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do you constantly check the mirror?
Why do you constantly flaunt your body?
Why do you 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.
You live for attention. You live to view. You live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
You can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do you constantly check the mirror?
Why do you constantly flaunt your body?
Why do you 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.
You live for attention. You live to view. You live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
You can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane
Rotting fading some would say dying
Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, segundo digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the amor gone
Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves
Your roommate's a killer? You went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass por 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 respostas from the silent
Slowly fading dying losing all humanity
Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
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? You should be, Now I want you 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 mais fun :)
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? You should be, Now I want you 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 mais fun :)
and yet, so loud to your ears.
In the imagination of your thoughts
you 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 you 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 you on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.
listening her favorito 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,
you won't escape from your fear,
you 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 dia
when the Sun will shine again,
the dia 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 procurar 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
you die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
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 procurar 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
you die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
