I swear I healed myself, but a piece of me is always going g to be missing. So I searched the earth and
Under my bed.
I looked in my diaries and all the words I have said...
Failure beyond failure...
What's the piece of me that tells me , I'm lacking.
Where do I find my belonging.
What path do I track
I lost something, that belongs to me.
Do I call it griefor a dens???
I tried to ignore it, but it is always.. Calling me!!!
That piece has a emotion that piece has a name, two brown eyes and a smile that is still, the same
So that piece is a person to the puzzle of my soul.
I got the answer of this ridde and now I'm finally whole so that piece is a person
It's what complete me .
Now wounder, it keeps calling me
Rest of a dry wound on the skin, it stretches if it gets wet later, it wrinkles if no one dries it afterwards: stains that we carry with us. Yesterday I saw torn yellow pennants hanging in the hall of the building. Looking carefully, he would realize they were telling the human story beyond its likely sad ending. I also saw the ugly veins of old green carpets, maybe they were the stage for clashes between forces of good and evil: stains we don't even know about.
Among what we carry, scars, and what we only notice, spectators, grandiose events remain and we never participate in them, so we know nothing of sacrifices, unfit for spectacular adventures, absent from surprising achievements, we are the unprepared audience of a world too ready to our weary craving for nothing.
Muse
As I sit here I wounder what it could be,
this blank void of inspiration?
Your beauty eludes the masses,
as your spectral light penetrates my lobes
an electrical energy vibrates my cerebrum.
Do I deserve such attention from such ethereal beings?
mentally
broadsided
subconscious
unrestrained
causes
habitual
relapses into
vice regression
each time the
conscious mind
starts to wounder
Oh for the joy's of are beautiful world has in-store
Mother nature Earth has so much wounder to explore
amazing, divine peace in nature with its sweet delights
even cloudy day's are enlightened in her way's
pristine beauty in harmony, natures conveys
filling the heart with wonderful joy's
arming the soul with praise
giving you such great magnificence to enjoy.
I am from fire
From flames and carbon dioxide
I am from pain in the heart
(Pounding beat after beat)
I am from fear and worry
A nightmare come to life
Which much fear is fatal
As if life vanished in a dream
I am from fighting
From anger to jealousy
I'm from disappointment
All the wrongs
From good to bad
I'm from one who loves nomore
The heart is swollen and sore
Waiting for happiness to come once more
I'm from thought and wounder
Will things ever grow better
From one world to another
I'm from darkness
Always trying to find a way out
Through blinded eyes
I am from loss of a loved one
Who would cheer the heart
I imagine life is laughter
When really some is disaster
Between broken and cut
The wonde soon to be healed
There once was a girl
Who hated the world
And everyone around her.
She would always replace
The smile on her face
With a frown that showed all her pain.
She would struggle to find
The meaning behind
The pain she hid deep inside her.
The reasons why
She would always hide
And push everyone away.
Why people would treat her bad
And wounder if she had
To believe the harsh Words that were spoken.
To give in to the pressure
Becoming unsure
Of her importance in the world.
She began to question everything around her
Wondering if it would ever get better
Or if people would change.
But she held her head up high
And said goodbye
To the harsh people that would treat her badly.
She began to see the world with new eyes
And saw nothing but clear blue skies
Her world was changing for the better.
She no longer believes the harsh words spoken about her
And no longer gives into the pressure
She always has a big bright smile on her face
That can never be replaced.
shes only the one you love
shes the only one you need
shes there to make you smile
shes there to make you at peace
shes there with whatever you need
shes not perfect you see
only she knows
she loves you
everyday she's in pain
do you see the tears that look like rain
don't you notice her
when she gose to sleep
do you ever wounder what she dream's and
how much she means
she fight's your fight
she there by your side
looks in the mirror and asks her self twice
am i beautiful, am i strong
you look her and smile along
you take your hand
tell her shes worth it
and that she mean's the world to you
look at her she's strong and new
never give up on her
tell her she's beautiful
and she's the only one
Stop and Listen
I walk on this earth not sure what i am doing here
I wounder what I'm meant to do
I pray every night ask god what he want me to do
I hear nothing I am not really listening
Now days every one that believe in our father our savor our god
We always go to him when some thing go wrong but not go to him when some thing go right
Now days no one stop and listen to him he is always beside us talking
But every one is to busy to busy to go to church to busy to pray
We blame god for every thing go wrong
But its not his fault he dont make bad thing happen to us
You do it your self
Believing in him is not the same as having him in your life
I want him in my life but do nothing about it.
Why do we do this maybe its in our nature or maybe its the devil doing some how
No one is perfect
We all make mistake and god for give us every time
He love every single one of us even if we dont believe in him or not
We are his kids
He want the best for us all
He can't make us do any thing it's up to us to listen to him and have hope in him
Put your life in his hands
He will be there for you when you need him
The tears are falling
I am left to be alone
Am i know good?
I try hard to ignore all the sorrow they bring me
I try with all my might
Yet it ain't no good
As i cry these tears
I slide a razor down my arm
Hoping the blood will drown all my pain
As i wounder what i did wrong
To make all these people hate me
I am alone to die
I am alone to feel ashamed
As people tell my to ignore them
I just think why?
I am meant to be alone
I am meant to be forgotten
I just dont know anymore
If life is the answer...
a lovely day I see,
everyday I see kids play and make
me happy.
Once a day always a day,makes me
play.
Water falls that fly out the clouds and
rainbows that shine above.
Angels sing in the sky.
I fly so high I can touch the sky.
I wounder why oh why......could it be
me or is it the lovely day i see tonight..
They say silence is Golden
But your silence makes me feel broken.
Alone and forsaken my heart won't stop
Aching..
I lay here and wounder why I'm made to suffer
For showing you love,I guess just to much?
another day pasts with no sign or a word,
Your silence ain't golden its just cold
And foreboding.
If time is a healer then why do I feel her
Still Tearing my heart completely apart.
'cause you were mine for that single moment
The smell of fresh picked strawberries,
early in the morning,
washed by nature,
made me wounder
while we walked down true the woods
hand by hand,
kissing ,
how long we will last together
As we kissed imposed
to the eyes of early birds,
our only witnesses
time stooped
just
for a moment ,
and
I was completely yours
as you were mine,
We picked strawberries
and laugh like a small kids
teasing and chasing each other,
deep in the woods,
stopping here and there to steel one more kiss
to stop the time one more time
but did not stooped me for wondering,
"If this is going to last?"
and,
finally,
I didn't care any longer,
'cause you were mine for that single moment.
Ivy
Do they wounder, do they worry?
maybe care even?
Thinking back does it really matter,
wat they think?what they say?
As long as u make it,
Nothing matters at that point,
make since now does it?
throuh out a life time
you will be judged, u will be hated.
but dont let it break u thAts wat i was told
from a person i hold very dear,
dnt look back, forget the hated acts,
the past is the past,
a future is wat we have to make last.
dont waste it, dont mistreat it.
live it not for the moment
but for the memories that it may carry.
sometimes a fairytail has a happy ending,
if u believe it.
out here all alone
sometimes i wounder
out here all alone
sometimes i cant see
out here all alone
somtimes i think i am by myself
out here all alone
sometimes i think it is best for me
out here all alone ,
sometimes i it is the worst for me
out here all alone .
i think i am dead sometimes
out here all alone
i think i do better by my self
out here all alone
i cant help but sleep my life away
out here all alone
i wounder if i am really loved
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