Poems by Irena

Memories are special to people,
even them.
Stars each night give a sign,
like a dime.
Colors everywhere,
is what i dare.
Each month they even give a sigh,
of those great times.
Twinkles everywhere,
what i shall dare.
The music plays,
at every day.
The flower blooms,
their is no dooms.
Searching for the light,
shall not be a fright.
Animals make a sound,
and im so proud.
Far away their can be someone,
even in london.
Their is probraly someone waiting for you,
and they care about you.
Wishes can come true,
what about you.


THE END

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becareful what you wish for
cause it might come true
ive learned that lesson the hard way

i wished that no one would care for me
i got that wish and everyone turns there backs
on me thanks to me and my stupid wishing.

thanks to me people are gone in hell were they think they belong i hope they know they dont belong in hellthey should be in heaven .

thanks to me people leave me i wish i could go away and stay away thanks to me everyone hates me.
nobody cares for me im all alone someone save me from me living a living hell help me now if you even care!

Silence my thoughts,
I'm dying without peace.
Silence my thoughts
with words that only you
could say.
Baby, silence my thoughts.


Silence my sorrow,
it eats my body and soul.
Silence my sorrow
with your natural smile.
Come baby,
silence my sorrow.


The storm is coming
and you're not here.
I predicted it, though.
I did, in the silence
of your echo,
I knew that the storm
is coming.


Silence my cry,
come back to me
just this once.
Silence my surge,
it's only you who can do that.
Oh, baby, come back to me.


Silence my fear,
I'm lost without your presence.
Silence my fear
with words that will calm my heart.
Pain is so loud in this silence.
Come baby,
it's only you who can soothe
the doubts of my heart.

Why can't the world become a fairytale book?
It wouldn't be as mean
But it may be much more green
Dragons that can be your pet
Princesses with hair for rope climbing
Pumpkins that can turn into horse carriages
And cats that wear boots and fight mice.
The people in reality aren't always very nice
But even the ogres and giants can say hello and give you nice things
Princesses aren't snobby queen bees at school
Princes aren't egomaniacs
And money is in gold, silver, or copper or even magic beans!
Hens lay golden eggs
Poverty can end in five seconds
You can get your own fairy and wish for whatever you want
And have your any desires
But I guess this is all in the mind
But the world can be kind at times
It isn't always bad and cruel
But imagination makes it go around.

Vitaï Lampada

There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An hour to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
Or the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

This is the word that year by year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"

Crashed and bitter,
sad and desperate
you sit there
hating the day.



Die now,
die,
you see no day,
all you see is
despair.



Frantic and empty,
broken and lonely
you sit there
hating your thoughts.



Die now,
die,
you see no day,
all you see is
despair.



The doors of your dreams
are locked,
had always been locked.
You've been dead
for years,
living like a shadow,
in the thoughts,
in the dreams.
These dreams are
the laughter of insanity.



Die now,
die,
you see no day,
all you see is
despair,
these days of
happiness
don't belong to you,
the gloom dwells
inside you.

I once killed a man when the black moon was out
And the white stars were twinkling in the shadow of doubt
When the city was silent except for the raven’s call
And the beasts in the woods hid in darkness’s shawl

I crept through the front gate of the path to his home
And slid across the yard where his children would roam
‘He will never see his children again’ said my thoughts that were cruel
But the man had to pay for calling me a fool

I walked into the house, weapon in hand
Knowing exactly where it would land
I would help the reaper to take his life
It was just me, him, and a sharpened knife

And now as I pace my prison cell
I think about the tale I tell
My tale should be in a book on a shelf
I’m glad I killed him. And I laughed to myself

I wish I was free of this curse
Things just couldn't get worse
I wish people would let me forget
All the many things I regret
Tears fall down my face
When I'm reminded that I'm a disgrace
I remember the stares I got
When I threw fits a lot
Even now that I'm better
I feel like I'm in fetters
My past will follow me forever
When people taunt me about it I say "Whatever"
But my heart will hurt so much it was ache
I wish they would give me a break
Until the day I'm driven off in a hearse
I will always have autism, my curse

Thinking of your life,
you feed your soul with pain,
reviving some old wounds,
old memories that should have
been buried somewhere
where you would never find them.



But memories have found you,
living inside your head,
hiding in your tears.



The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho you still seek for these days,
the days of change.



Misery is smiling to your face,
and you're looking straight into it,
thinking, seeking for the answers
that eat your soul.



You might not meet the happiness
in this life and that's your scar,
that's your misfortune,
the tear you're hiding.



You live like a shadow,
inhaling the dust of your
time, knowing that all good
things are bypassing you,
thus your life is just a dust
in the air.



The road of happiness
seems so distant to your view,
tho you still seek for these days,
the days of change.

Welcome to where
your days will be different,
welcome to where your soul
will be filled by happiness.


But, days like these
live only in your eyes,
like a dream, like a wish,
and the shine inside your
eyes makes the dream
valuable.


Every day you wake up
knowing that life did
nothing for you,
and yet, you did nothing
for yourself.


Some dreams just
can not become true
and knowing it
your life becomes pointless,
that glow inside your eyes
is fading slowly,
and you are no longer alive,
reality has crumbled on you.



You live like a shadow,
as if your footsteps are
all that is left,
and your heart is as empty as
your eyes.
Your life is fading along with
your forgotten dreams.
Some dreams are not meant
to be achieved.

Your words
are honest and deep,
you don't fear.


You speak the truth
without fear,
even though you
might be hurt.

Truth is good
when there is
someone who
will listen.

Lies are for cowards,
people with disguise,
you decide who you are.

Speak the truth
even when you doubt
that your words
might be twisted
by those who hear not!

Their laughter echo
in your mind,
you decide who you are.

Honesty is all yours,
wipe your tears out,
the laughter will
never stop,
for that's who they are,
and this is you,
remember, this is you.

He takes my soul away
by night and day.
I fall with the wind
he makes an evil grin.
Our lips touch
but not that much.
Stars fall
its realy angels of all.
Our ribbon keeps us together
and forever.
I fade away
only by day.
We fall in love
like a dove.
He licks my face
thats the only place.
He has red in his eyes
but no one dies.
He heals me when he gives me pain
but its always ok.
We always hug
more than a dove.
He kisses my neck
then he checks.
He brings me pain
it was to claim.
We both are soul
and we set our goals.
I have him
hes not dim.
I have his love
he has a dove.
Im in his chain
i do not blame.
I suffer more
he thinks i adore.
Im his slave
by night and day.

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Forget about the world,
Forget about the air,
Forget about her,
Forget about him,
Forget about life,
Forget about tonight,
Forget about tomorrow,
Forget about the ones you loved,
Forget about the ones that loved you,
Forget about you,
Forget about me,
Forget about the lies,
Forget about the cries,
Forget about the ones you hurt,
Forget about the ones that you hurt,
Forget about where you belong,
Forget about everyone,
Forget about everything,
And never turn back.

i cry all night
scream with fright
cause my monster is ready to come out and in to my life

the nightmare has just begone
know one will live through the night
people will run but they will not be able to hide

i look at myself turning into it
i see the claws
i walk up to the streets scaring people to death

they run and scream but i tell them its me whats so scary about me
they say who is this monster whose the monster what happend to the person

they run in fear screaming crying holding there babies screaming out the door
please dont go i saw my friends and family leave for that will be thee end of me this is what i think of me.

He makes lies
and she dies.
He kissed her
then theirs a blur.
His demons come
but hes dumb.
He kills men
and tells in pen.
He makes love
and kills a dove.
He takes souls
and put them in bowls.
The dead comes to life
the women cry.
The night
has a might.
He is deadly
and not healthy.
He turns women to angels
then to slaves
that is not okay.
He makes a disease
but shall not please.

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