Music around me keeps the peace
of my soul,it saves me from the sorrow.
It keeps me from all the bad thoughts,
my heart is so dark.
Broken pieces everywhere,
they remind me of who i am.
A gentle girl who gives a heart
to be broken over and over again.
She gives its pure love to
someone who will never feel the same,
she collect its pieces to heal again.
She spends her day in thinking
she cherish the hope by dreaming.
Dream can be such an interesting place
for every broken heart,
imagination is so powerful,
it might lead you to where
you really want to be.
Broken heart will heal again,
think double if you care,
it's only you who really care,
it's you who lives in there.
In the world of your own dreams,
in the world of your own fears.
Never give up of hoping
never be what you don't want to be.
Find your happiness in little things,
love yourself for that who you are
not for who should be.
Love yourself for that you'll never be,
the cold heart inside,
the sweet lies outside.
~ To my dear friends,
Sylvie and Tammie. ~
Love you. ♥
my hero is my mother ,who i certainly cannot mistake for my brother,
her personality stands alone ,
she is seated at the top of the throne,
she wears a crown high and mighty,
in my heart i donot take lightly,
she is my role model, my light, my heart ,my all,
she was with me there when i had my first night mare ,when I wet the bed ,when we had our first fight,i thought she would leave ,but she is still with me after all
my hero is my mother,who i certainly cant mistake for my brother,
i do not like when she angry,
when she is angry she reminds me of crazy mandy,
she can be cheerful at times'
even sometimes when we play mimes,
she is my only hero,
so happy mothers day to my mother,who i certainly can not mistake for my brother
her personality stands alone ,
she is seated at the top of the throne,
she wears a crown high and mighty,
in my heart i donot take lightly,
she is my role model, my light, my heart ,my all,
she was with me there when i had my first night mare ,when I wet the bed ,when we had our first fight,i thought she would leave ,but she is still with me after all
my hero is my mother,who i certainly cant mistake for my brother,
i do not like when she angry,
when she is angry she reminds me of crazy mandy,
she can be cheerful at times'
even sometimes when we play mimes,
she is my only hero,
so happy mothers day to my mother,who i certainly can not mistake for my brother
I wrote these:
I am
I am smart
I am beautiful
I am creative
I am a singer
I am protective
I am a person who watches wwe
I am a helpful person
and if you dont agree with anythin tough luck getting this girl
Fathers
At your said
Until you grow up
During the tough times
From day to day
To take care of you
Also in your heart
True love
Day by day
Night by night
i wait for true love to come
But it never does
As i wait by the window
Wishing upon a star
for my prince to come
takin me away
Eyes
There i see you
with those beautiful eyes
lookin back at me
as I see our future knowing you are the perfect someone for me
Secrets
I have a secret
it pounds, roaring, screaming
inside of me, wanting to come out
But I ignore ot, all i want to do is run
away from it
All it does os haunt me for eternity
I am
I am smart
I am beautiful
I am creative
I am a singer
I am protective
I am a person who watches wwe
I am a helpful person
and if you dont agree with anythin tough luck getting this girl
Fathers
At your said
Until you grow up
During the tough times
From day to day
To take care of you
Also in your heart
True love
Day by day
Night by night
i wait for true love to come
But it never does
As i wait by the window
Wishing upon a star
for my prince to come
takin me away
Eyes
There i see you
with those beautiful eyes
lookin back at me
as I see our future knowing you are the perfect someone for me
Secrets
I have a secret
it pounds, roaring, screaming
inside of me, wanting to come out
But I ignore ot, all i want to do is run
away from it
All it does os haunt me for eternity
ur the best friend a girl could have
u always bring happiness
u always give love
no matter what
ur always there for me when push comes to shove
when ever im sad
u make me laugh
when im mad
u always do something to lift me up
no matter what i know i can count on you
to be there
to make me smile
i know that i can trust you with anything
and i know that if were to fall
u would pick me up
and sit me back on my
and no matter what
u will always bring
love
peace
and hope
for all my good friends
u always bring happiness
u always give love
no matter what
ur always there for me when push comes to shove
when ever im sad
u make me laugh
when im mad
u always do something to lift me up
no matter what i know i can count on you
to be there
to make me smile
i know that i can trust you with anything
and i know that if were to fall
u would pick me up
and sit me back on my
and no matter what
u will always bring
love
peace
and hope
for all my good friends
like that of rose petals fallen into the sea
the night is bright
a soft breeze plays with my hair
lifting it but then letting it fall
down my back into its usual waterfall of waves
the soft meadow grass is wet under my feet
like the wet sand on the beach that u run through
soft and squishy but also a little rough
as i run i can feel the moon on my back
its comforting just like the stars
they're like the eyes of people
watching over you as u enjoy the splenders of night
no wonder its such a safe place to be
people say the night is dark and dangerous
but it really isn't
even if u do find ur self being scared
just look up and see all the eyes watching over you
ur never alone but always safe
like a wolf running in the night
Death
Is it painful or is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death you do not know about
Until you die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill you withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
You laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much more painful death
they all die going to hell.
Is it painful or is it beautiful
Heaven and hell
United as one
Death you do not know about
Until you die
Memories of your died ones
Come to life when your soul leaves your body
Dieing
Does not kill you withen
But on the shell of your soul
Life sucks the humanity of yourself
Tell it slowly painfully
People hear yopu screa
But mock, laugh and walk away
but when the world is dying
You laugh at them
being torment
Till they die a much more painful death
they all die going to hell.
[1795-1821]
What is more gentle than a wind in summer?
What is more soothing than the pretty hummer?
That stays one moment in an open flower,
And buzzes cheerily from bower to bower?
What is more tranquil than a musk-rose blowing
In a green island, far from all men’s knowing?
More healthful than leafiness of dales?
More secret than a nest of nightingales?
More serene than Cordelia's countenance?
More full of visions than a high romance?
What, but thee, Sleep? Soft closer of our eyes!
Low murmurer of tender lullabies!
Light hoverer around our happy pillows!
Wreather of poppy buds, and weeping willows!
Silent entangler of a beauty's tresses !
Most happy listener! When the morning blesses
Thee for enlivening all the cheerful eyes
That glance so brightly at the new sunrise.
Elusive dreams
This pre-life crisis, is killing me
A beautiful tragedy
Who I was wasn't me
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Speaking silence
Words can break
It feels like we are falling awake
In a place, in a time of our own
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
It felt like the world
Fell from my feet
Gave up on myself
You didn't give up on me
Let myself go
You were still there
Like coming home
Coming up for air
You make it easier to be
Easier to be me
It's hard to believe
You make it easy
Easier to be
To be me
[Lifehouse – Who We Are]
Times.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
There are times when you feel lonely.
Times when you can't talk to your best friend, because she won't take it seriously.
Times when you can't talk to your mum,
because your scared she'll bring it up again.
Times when the people who would usally distract you only make you feel worce without knowing it.
Times when the one person you can talk to is ast asleep at 00:45.
These are the times when you just cry.
(Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes.)
First thought.
The first time I saw you,
was only a glance.
I was a fool, you know,
taking a chance.
Thoughts of you and me
Filled my dreams,
only to be ripped
at the seams.
So I'll lay here,
My haert in tatters.
In hope that one day
You might see
Me.
March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
By
Jeremy Gould
31 Days will come and go
Through each I'll remember
a past life
of everlasting strife
Each day I'll dismember
a little bit more of my soul
4 Weeks, one lasting memory
will arrive to do its worst
to tie me down
I'll lose more ground
my heart will nearly burst
my mind will agree
1 month will rear its ugly head
I'll return to solitary confinement
a prisoner in hell
it's just as well
'cause if I would break my last commandment
then I'd be better off dead
We're down to the final 4
the grief, the pain, the mourning, the sadness
which shall win this brutal war?
Welcome to my March Madness
have
fears
when i have fears that i may cease to be
before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,
before high piled books, in charact’ry,
hold like rich garners the full-riper’d grain;
when i behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,
huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
and think that i may never live to trace their shadows,
with the magic hand of chance;
and when i feel, fair creature of an hour!
that i shall never look upon thee more,
never have relish in the faery
power of unreflecting love
then on the shore of
the wide world i stand alone,
and think till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
"posthumous and fugitive poems"
john keats [1795-1821]
when darkness is no less than everything
you've built become undone
there's no fight and no flight
disaster leaves your passion overrun
it's time to let go
it's time to carry on with the show
don't mourn what is gone
greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide
remembrance can be a sentence
but it comes to you with
a second chance in tow
don't lose it, don't refuse it,
cause you cannot learn a thing
you think you know
a new light is warm
shining down on you after the storm
don't mourn what is gone, greet the dawn
and i will be standing by your side
together we'll face the turning tide
