I sit here. At my computer. How you may say "stuck" or "blocked". Not knowing what to say, what to write, what to pour onto the page. But I just sit, think, and eventually, I lay my hands on the keyboard and just start . . . typing. Typing away. Letting my heart and mind spill all over the now heavily damp worded page. I say what I feel and type what I think and maybe . . . just maybe the words I type turn into something that make sense. Words that turn into something beautiful, like a desert flower, slowly blooming, waiting for the rain to come to push it through.
Sometimes, as I type away at my keyboard, I will add a metaphor or simile to make it seem like I know what I'm talking about, like I have some sort of imagination, or a creative mindset, but really . . . my mind will race. Attempting to make sense of something to connect my thoughts with other words that will somehow make the words I type more appealing to the audience who take the time to read my thoughts and feeling on a page.
So, what do I feel the need to say? Well, what? To complain about some guy who I think about for a month and forget about? To cry about the struggle of life? How about the way that my fear has consumed my thoughts, and I feel the need to break way and get in the mindset that everyone depends on what I do?! No. What do I feel the need to say? Really. I don't know. But I now have this power. Power to say whatever I want. To reveal secrets. To proclaim love lust. I have the power to write words on a page to say what I want to shout to the world.
As I sit here, and type. Proclaiming power among words and flowing out similes. I sit here and think about what our world would be like, what we would be like if we didn't have words to express what we feel and think as human beings. It would be torturous to our souls. As if our physical bodies can move, but our souls stay trapped back. Chained, so they can't break through our walls of feelings that we continuously build up, so others can't break it down. With this wall, we wouldn't be able to share to others what we want or need from one another . . . . but we do.
We as human being are allowed to use our words to pronounce and scream to the top of the world WHAT WE FEEL! To give back what we once took and receive what was taken from us. Words.
Words are pure.
Words are meaningful.
Words can change lives.
I sit here. At my computer. Not Stuck. Not blocked. And as I lay my hands on the keyboard and type, I feel free. Typing away. Describing how I feel with words.
Sometimes, as I type away at my keyboard, I will add a metaphor or simile to make it seem like I know what I'm talking about, like I have some sort of imagination, or a creative mindset, but really . . . my mind will race. Attempting to make sense of something to connect my thoughts with other words that will somehow make the words I type more appealing to the audience who take the time to read my thoughts and feeling on a page.
So, what do I feel the need to say? Well, what? To complain about some guy who I think about for a month and forget about? To cry about the struggle of life? How about the way that my fear has consumed my thoughts, and I feel the need to break way and get in the mindset that everyone depends on what I do?! No. What do I feel the need to say? Really. I don't know. But I now have this power. Power to say whatever I want. To reveal secrets. To proclaim love lust. I have the power to write words on a page to say what I want to shout to the world.
As I sit here, and type. Proclaiming power among words and flowing out similes. I sit here and think about what our world would be like, what we would be like if we didn't have words to express what we feel and think as human beings. It would be torturous to our souls. As if our physical bodies can move, but our souls stay trapped back. Chained, so they can't break through our walls of feelings that we continuously build up, so others can't break it down. With this wall, we wouldn't be able to share to others what we want or need from one another . . . . but we do.
We as human being are allowed to use our words to pronounce and scream to the top of the world WHAT WE FEEL! To give back what we once took and receive what was taken from us. Words.
Words are pure.
Words are meaningful.
Words can change lives.
I sit here. At my computer. Not Stuck. Not blocked. And as I lay my hands on the keyboard and type, I feel free. Typing away. Describing how I feel with words.
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 Love 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 Love 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 by all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written by 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 by all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written by 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 move 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, Second digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the love 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 by 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 answers 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 more 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 more fun :)