Thoughts re-entering my mind
Past events that were left behind
Confusions taken for granted
Knowing not why I'm haunted
Gathering notions that seem true
Comparing them without a clue
Nothing ever looked so bad
Ashamed feelings turned out sad
*July 1996*
Hay House
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Lorsque je me regarde
Chaque soir lorsque je me regarde
dans le miroir, je pense: Pourquoi
ai-je la'ir de telle façon? Sans
réplique, je connais la réponse.
Mais, sans l'savoir je me tourmente
à l'intérieur car avec mon apparence
je me sent inférieur. Tous les
jours je me voie et j'oublie toutes
les choses aimés aussi. Même les
gestes d'amitié envers moi sont
que des farces tourmentés.
*juillet 1996*
dans le miroir, je pense: Pourquoi
ai-je la'ir de telle façon? Sans
réplique, je connais la réponse.
Mais, sans l'savoir je me tourmente
à l'intérieur car avec mon apparence
je me sent inférieur. Tous les
jours je me voie et j'oublie toutes
les choses aimés aussi. Même les
gestes d'amitié envers moi sont
que des farces tourmentés.
*juillet 1996*
The Storm
Winds picking up, a sure sign
Another Storm is coming near.
Coming with a warning, knowing
Better take cover soon.
Cover is worse when seen, but
Flying open with rage.
Rage is this storm that continues, endless
Beating down on the lone house.
The house takes the storm, and
Stands strong not crumbling down.
Crumbling down seems easier now, instead
It stands still taking the storm.
The storm leaves just as it came, yet
Hope will arise from strength within.
*June 1996*
Another Storm is coming near.
Coming with a warning, knowing
Better take cover soon.
Cover is worse when seen, but
Flying open with rage.
Rage is this storm that continues, endless
Beating down on the lone house.
The house takes the storm, and
Stands strong not crumbling down.
Crumbling down seems easier now, instead
It stands still taking the storm.
The storm leaves just as it came, yet
Hope will arise from strength within.
*June 1996*
Friday, June 6, 2008
You Think You Can/Are
You think you can have what you let go.
The truth is you didn't have a clue and
Now you know.
You think you are the greatest or the best.
The truth is you have the biggest ego and
Now you're the same as the rest.
You think you can take what isn't yours.
The truth is you didn't know what you wanted and
Now all you have left is hours.
You think you can treat people like objects.
The truth is you have an illusion and
Now you've nothing 'cept rejections.
You think you are everyone's hero.
The truth is your fate is spoken for and
Now you can't grasp things of tomorrow.
*June 1996*
The truth is you didn't have a clue and
Now you know.
You think you are the greatest or the best.
The truth is you have the biggest ego and
Now you're the same as the rest.
You think you can take what isn't yours.
The truth is you didn't know what you wanted and
Now all you have left is hours.
You think you can treat people like objects.
The truth is you have an illusion and
Now you've nothing 'cept rejections.
You think you are everyone's hero.
The truth is your fate is spoken for and
Now you can't grasp things of tomorrow.
*June 1996*
Par chance
Si j'avais eu le choix de différencier
les doutes de ma vie.
Tout semblerait insusceptible, intouchable
pour retourner à ces soucies.
Mais, de retourner sur ces décisions
serait de douter mon existence.
Mes convictions ne seraient mises en questions
et d'après tout, ce n'est que par chance.
*mai 1996*
les doutes de ma vie.
Tout semblerait insusceptible, intouchable
pour retourner à ces soucies.
Mais, de retourner sur ces décisions
serait de douter mon existence.
Mes convictions ne seraient mises en questions
et d'après tout, ce n'est que par chance.
*mai 1996*
Mon silence, un regard
Mon silence n'est qu'un regard
dans la noirceur, sombre et incompréhensible.
Sans raisons, personne n'a le courage
de distinguer ses propres fautes, interprète.
Des choix, j'en ai plus toujours
l'éternité n'est qu'une retraite de réalité.
Quelques pensés sont sans émotions
incomparables aux tragédies souffertes, injustes.
Les corridors, longs et étroits continuent
sans fin, sans passage à l'extérieur.
Toutes impressions, ne restent que parfois
et ils sont distinct du jour au lendemain.
observations, fortes et en mémoire
tant de misère dans nos vies, irréelles.
Mon silence n'est qu'un regard
dans la noirceur, sombre et imcompréhensible
dans la noirceur, sombre et incompréhensible.
Sans raisons, personne n'a le courage
de distinguer ses propres fautes, interprète.
Des choix, j'en ai plus toujours
l'éternité n'est qu'une retraite de réalité.
Quelques pensés sont sans émotions
incomparables aux tragédies souffertes, injustes.
Les corridors, longs et étroits continuent
sans fin, sans passage à l'extérieur.
Toutes impressions, ne restent que parfois
et ils sont distinct du jour au lendemain.
observations, fortes et en mémoire
tant de misère dans nos vies, irréelles.
Mon silence n'est qu'un regard
dans la noirceur, sombre et imcompréhensible
Untitled
Life is over as I knew it
Nothing will ever be the same
The walls are getting closer
Closing in, not to be tame
All is lost in the present
Life can be forgiven
Mistakes brought such sorrow
Never to be forgotten
*May 1996*
Nothing will ever be the same
The walls are getting closer
Closing in, not to be tame
All is lost in the present
Life can be forgiven
Mistakes brought such sorrow
Never to be forgotten
*May 1996*
Friday, April 18, 2008
Sometimes
Sometimes it seems like nobody's there
And sometimes it feels that they just don't care
But, sometimes it's alright to fight them to say
Sometimes it takes someone to show them the way
But, begging you please, sweetly I ask
Comparing our notes is a simple task
Completing the reasons you need no more grief
But, all is forgotten if you simply believe
Sometimes it takes one simple step
And sometimes we need a little "pep"
But sometimes our feelings heal in due time
As long as it's only sometimes
*April 1996*
And sometimes it feels that they just don't care
But, sometimes it's alright to fight them to say
Sometimes it takes someone to show them the way
But, begging you please, sweetly I ask
Comparing our notes is a simple task
Completing the reasons you need no more grief
But, all is forgotten if you simply believe
Sometimes it takes one simple step
And sometimes we need a little "pep"
But sometimes our feelings heal in due time
As long as it's only sometimes
*April 1996*
Left Me Nothing
You told me you'd always be there
When I'd be in need
Now it seems you just don't care
And you've left me to bleed
Caring not in my time of sorrow
Were you really my friend
Hoping we could talk, you'd say tomorrow
Now I think this is the end
My feelings just don't count anymore
Except when you want something
You've shut me out and slammed the door
Without respect or gratitude you've left me nothing
*April 1996*
When I'd be in need
Now it seems you just don't care
And you've left me to bleed
Caring not in my time of sorrow
Were you really my friend
Hoping we could talk, you'd say tomorrow
Now I think this is the end
My feelings just don't count anymore
Except when you want something
You've shut me out and slammed the door
Without respect or gratitude you've left me nothing
*April 1996*
Why's This So?
Crying in all sorrow
Thinking there's no tomorrow
Feeling empty and hollow
Wondering which road to follow
Crouching close to the ground, so low
Rocking myself to and fro
Can't stay, but also can't go
Leaning towards the brightest glow
Not able to reach it, Why's that so?
*April 1996*
Thinking there's no tomorrow
Feeling empty and hollow
Wondering which road to follow
Crouching close to the ground, so low
Rocking myself to and fro
Can't stay, but also can't go
Leaning towards the brightest glow
Not able to reach it, Why's that so?
*April 1996*
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