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The TruthI have always been blind, been refusing to see,
Unintentionally ignoring true beauty,
But I learned about the truth, my eyes are now opened,
Hope raised within me, my focus was diverted.
My perspective about life was completely changed,
It seems that I've been reading the wrong book and page;
I am thankful I was given the chance to end,
My wrong knowledge, beliefs, that many are mislead.
Now that I finally know what I really must do,
Am I ready to get started at something new?
One step at a time, I believe I can do it,
But my life desires are what I have to omit.
I know that I won't need them when the time has come,
It's better to do it early while I'm still young;
Suppose I'm given a new life in a new world,
Those desires I'm yearning won't even say a word.
Living in a place where everything is perfect,
Where there is no evil, no problems to collect,
This may sound impossible for many people,
But just believe in the truth, it is that simple.
I am very sure I'm not making this all up,
DrowningThe water gushing against my pale skin,
Cold and painful, numbing my whole body,
Sinking fast, struggling hard, pulling me in,
Can't tighten my grip, letting go slowly.
Oxygen escapes my lungs continuously,
Losing my consciousness abruptly,
Everything's a blur, unclear and darker,
The sight of gloomy skies and rigorous water.
I recall the sunshine that embraced the morning,
The calm water that's subtle and gentle,
But a dark cloud suddenly came rushing,
I guess nothing's permanent, not even a little.
Totally submerged, unable to come out,
Floating, feeling light, sensing nothing,
Surviving this situation is a huge doubt,
Unless someone saves me, I am hoping.
The sun shines again, still the water became,
Nothingness fills the air, not a sign of life was seen,
It's too late to help me now, no one came,
But at least everything is back to what had been.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
CrazySome people may say I'm crazy.
Others might say I'm insane.
Of course, there's those who'd say I'm mental.
I'd go even further to say that some would call me...
But I dislike classifying others with simple words.
I find that no one should be bound by anything-
No promises, no rules, no morals. Nothing.
People only bind themselves so that they may break free.
Because- Let's face it-
No one likes being suffocated. Being stuck.
But then again, everyone loves the satisfaction of tearing away.
But of course, if I were to define myself using petty words,
I would say I am... Special.
Then again, wouldn't we all like to consider ourselves special?
It's a human weakness, I'd say. How we all grovel to have our own characteristics,
Yet we all want to fit in.
What hypocrites, us humans are.
Every single one of us.
You know, if I believed what I said,
Then I myself would be a hypocrite.
Because I know someone who never was
Through the looking glassIs this all real?
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we nothing yet real?
An answer is that ''we are'' therefore we exist
But that doesn't always mean we can coexist
Searching for answers can lead us to depression
But when we find the answer, do we remember what is the question?
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
Ignorance is Blind (56)You whisper five sweet words,
Then back up six more steps.
You notice all the birds,
But blind, pass o'er the clouds.
Going on you say you're sad,
That you're worried and upset
But then I must be mad-
You're fine when you're with them.
I'm beautiful you say-
Much prettier than them.
Then why is it everyday,
I see you over there?
Maybe you aren't lying,
And maybe it is so.
But why are you not trying,
To see these tears of mine?
Pain's Obsession (7)I wonder, do they see?
This sadness inside of me
Does it scream out from my eyes;
Should they even be surprised?
When every time they say his name,
I feel this quiet aching pain
How could they notice the way I turn,
Shying away from the age old burn.
Trying to smile, to be happy- Whatnot,
Yet tiredly fighting the urge to be caught.
If I would scream and howl and shout,
Would they even turn about?
The memories that haunt me day and night
Are something I've given up trying to fight-
Indeed, I wish to remember his face...
And yet it's gone, it cannot be placed.
When everyone 'round me has forgotten the past,
Each time it is mentioned I try not to gasp.
I want to be free from memories' old snare
To look at the pain and find it not there.
For surely in hurting I am making a choice,
To stifle my cries, to silence my voice
In a strange tangled way this type of depression
Is making this pain a certain obsession.
Golden DreamsDreams falling from my hand
Like small golden grains of sand.
I watch them, sparkle and shine,
Knowing they will never be mine.
They're stolen, one by one
Shot far from me by a gun.
One was plucked apart by love,
Another kidnapped by a dove.
Hate is sharp and tears them-
Pain's strength has crushed them.
I just watch them all,
In their golden waterfall.
Hungry (97)When I gave myself to you,
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...
About a hundred or two.
And they seem to revolve
Around one person- You.
I want to get married,
To have a few kids.
Then smile at the camera
Kick back, and live.
In all honesty though,
I have to admit-
I want to have freedom
The chance to just quit.
To see the whole world,
Ten countries or more.
And fly through the mountains
With dangers galore.
If I can't have that
I'd certainly settle
Near someone who listens,
But never would meddle.
And if I couldn't-
Have something so small,
I'd rather have you
Than nothing at all.
For in this thoughtful
Yet sad strand of rhyme,
I just have to realize
One dream at a time.
So I'll go watch,
See you living my dreams.
'Cuz nothing is right in this
Reality it seems.
Keeping My SanityEvery night I'm struggling, being an insomniac,
Unable to fall asleep, rest I always lack;
Different thoughts bothering me, haunting me till dawn,
Trying to suffice my need to sleep with this yawn.
Why now, of all time, am I feeling so much pain?
When will my strength and willpower be regained?
How many pillows must I need to stain with tears?
What will I do to fight away my foolish fears?
I'm confused and perplexed with all of these nonsense,
Insanity taunts if this becomes more intense;
As early as possible I want this to stop,
Want to get away from this labyrinthine trap.
These challenges I'm facing will soon be shut down,
Once I make a move and defeat this shameless clown;
This maze he set for me should not be overlooked,
That is one of the things that I seem to mistook.
I have to face this alone, as I always do,
I must trust no one when most are hiding their hue;
Finishing this journey's an independent act,
I hope my body and soul will still be intact.
Fighting in these silent bat
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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