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We are in that moment sweet darling
The wonderment of pain is upon us
The trees are going to wail as they grumble
Soldiers footsteps will be heard as they fumble
We are in that moment sweet loved one
The horrendous flashback of pain will descend upon you
You stood tall way back when
But this is now, it is not back then
We are in that moment sweet planet
A millions stars dance above us
The earth cries out once more
The oceans scream like never before
We are in that moment sweet soldier
Your heart will now beat like a drum in a March
Smoke your last roll up and soak in the air
For soon it will be too painful to bear
We are in that moment sweet mother
As your tears fall like rain from a leaf
Soldiers footsteps stamp on the ground
Gunshots and bombs are the only sounds
We are in that moment sweet humanity
Pray for our world
Pray our people
Ukraine we love you
We are all equal
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“I can see the pain in your eyes joker my old boy
It’s in the way that you look the way that you cry”
“Haahaaaa cry? I don’t think so that’s an emotion i do not feel”
“No joker my old mucker, it's an emotion you try to conceal.
Why don’t you tell me your story? I've got all day.
Or would you rather we sat here and did this the hard way?”
“ My story is long and time isn’t on my side. Why are you bringing out parts of me that i just want to hide”
“I want to understand how your mind works. I heard you wasn’t always a complete jerk”
“ ok. I’ll tell you my story but it's a tragic one. No magic tricks. No laughter. No fun.
I was a kind boy once and i was quite shy, now allow me to explain to why
I was picked on, I was bullied, I wasn’t loved
I was kicked, I was laughed at and I was shoved
I grew up numb and wanting to make people laugh
i heard a clown place was looking for staff
KIDS PARTIES, that’s what I ended up doing.
Nothing else seemed worth pursuing
The kids didn’t like me they taunted me again
THEY TREATED ME LIKE AN ANIMAL, IN A PEN!
I was depressed, i was lost, i had no one in life
Not even good enough to find myself a wife
I WAS MUGGED AND BEAT UP I’D HAD ENOUGH!
It was about time i got tough
Hahaaa so i remained as a clown coz it was bitter sweet!
My longing for love was finally complete
I love the joker he is so poetically real
He has, how do i explain it a certain sex appeal
Have you got a light? I’m dying for a smoke”
“Here, I’m just glad you’ve finally spoke”
Why me though joker? Why tell me?
You refused to speak to the other three”
“There’s something about you, something i liked
You didn’t once try to put me right
You listened, you cared, that’s all i really needed
It’s a pity its all done now and my case has been pleaded”
“ take care joker keep your head down inside”
“Hello, we are calling from Gotham state prison its to inform you that Arthur has died”
( the joker, from the 2019 film, joker)
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The swirling of the wind the craziness in my eyes
The deep gurgling water that will soon arise
The trembling of my movements as i shift and pace
My heartbeat that is pounding as if to win a race
Sat still in my chair telling myself i'm fine
I’m asked if i want some water to which i decline
Pull yourself together now, there is nothing to fear
Its calling though, its all i hear
Anxiety is speaking, louder by the minute
Adrenaline is rushing through it has no limit
Go away i think and push it aside
Anxiety wants me to leave, it doesn’t want to abide
Sat still in my chair i refuse to move
You see anxiety, i have learnt to self sooth
I pick up my pen and continue to write
Not today anxiety, now get out of my sight
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Think of me as a summer breeze touching your skin with ease
Think of me as the cheerful sun ready to have lots of fun
Think of me as the flowers bright and cheerfully light
But also think of me as the rain, heavy and full of mood
Like when thunder crashes down and it feels rather rude
For i am different everyday, the weather changes and new versions of me come out to play
My mood is like the ocean never calm for long
My heart is like a songbird who loves a good old song
My mind is like the sun fiery and confused
My humour is like the rain dark and amused
So when the weather changes as quickly as it does
Think of me, hopefully it will be with love
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“I’m a monster”
“But a beautiful one” he said
This must be the first time someone has acknowledged me as i am
But with kindness
“I'm out of control at times”
“I like exciting” he replied
I've never had such words spoken before
“I’m so honest people don’t approach me though”
“Then i will have you to myself’ he states
Confused, I stare past his eyes, wondering…
“I’m outspoken and loud, people do not like that”
“I love the sound of your honesty” he chuckles
Now i stare at the brightest blue eyes I’ve seen
“I’m a humble person”
A smile fills his face, “i know” he replies warmly
I pull him close, i whisper, “im a loving person”
“Welcome back” he whispers
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Take my shoes
Walk a thousand miles in my shoes, learn what it's like to be me.
You’ll see I didn’t have it easy, I am as messed up as messed up can be.
Moods crashing from a lifetime of crime, mumma ain’t you proud of me.
Take my mind and I'll take yours. Let me know what you see.
I bet you cant last one single day feeling the way i did. Life gets hard but so am I, so it's time to lift the lid.
They called me dramatic, baby you haven’t seen anything yet. My mind is one big drama, some things I’ll never forget.
What you see is honesty coming from a humble soul. A humble soul who’s lived a nightmare and is yet to reach her goal.
No snakes, no fakes that wear a crown, who always rain down on me, they can spit their venom, throw their swords, eventually they’ll see.
Lately i like being alone, I’ve been hard to reach. It’s a moment in life that’s bittersweet, something that I won't teach.
Walk a thousand miles in my shoes, learn what it's like to be me. My mind is messed up, I’ve seen a lot, yet I only take a size three.
( I’m new to this, I’m not sure if this would be lyric or rhyme? Any advice appreciated)
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It’s hard to trust myself around you i'm not going to lie
The hardest part is saying goodbye
You taste so good, yet this is so bad
I keep thinking of the moments we had
You bring me sweet delight and minutes of pleasure
Finding you was like finding buried treasure
Oh lucky charms you were my favourite snack
England sucks i wish they’d bring you back
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Write from the heart
Write from the soul
Find your life’s purpose
That is your only goal
Is it though? Is it really?
Doesn’t that all sound a bit dreary
Writing from your heart is a good place to start
Writing from your soul is a good goal
But finding the purpose
That seems complicated
Searching for meaning seems a little outdated
We are expected to have our lives together
we are expected to shine through all sorts of weather
Why can’t we be spontaneous and go with the flow?
Life has many changes, situations come and go
They tell you to have it all figured out and know just what to do
Life can leave you feeling like you’re an animal in a zoo
Why do we let ourselves be put under so much pressure?
Our minds are fragile little things
We should handle them like treasure
Free your mind and understand that it’s never too late to walk a new road
Life shouldn’t be about sticking to one certain code
So dance in the rain and let your mind feel free
Run in the fields of flowers and climb the biggest tree
Change the job you have if it’s not making you content
Scream into the rainy days let your lungs vent
Embrace the good days you have but also embrace the bad
Life is a journey, not a race don’t spend it being sad
Don’t let people put pressure on you to be conditioned and know how to act
Stick to your guns, live your own life and have your own pact
So write from the heart
Write from the soul
Everything else can wait
remember if you need a change in life it is never to late
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War is an ugly word
To many deaths it’s so absurd
Fighting over lives that are not our own
We need to preach the love we were once shown
War is an ugly word
It rips people apart
Do these people honestly know their true reasons to start
War is an ugly word
Stop killing us, it's not fair
It’s time to get on, stop being assholes and learn how to share
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I am not impressed by beauty anymore, for it is not difficult nor extraordinary to turn someone on
I am not impressed by fame anymore, for it is not impossible or improbable to take the spotlight now
However if you have the knowledge to work on my soul, to stimulate my mind in ways others have failed, well that’s Triumphant, that’s impressive, that’s magic to me
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