And thus we bid you welcome to our home,
Finzi-Continis of the new century,
we play jeu de paume all day
within our walled gardens
Deuce! Love! Set!
Hear the birds, the automobiles
Sense a world out there
how vulnerable
Those we think we care not about,
those outside the wall
Ahab's wall, in a sense
We care not to hear about
would prefer not to know about
ever
And they better leave us alone
yet we do not mind spending our evenings
discussing the politics
of people and places we will never see
Not much anyone could have done, was there?
So give us back carefree
Let us happy-go-lucky
Deuce! Love!
Because every once in a while,
I wake up, then, for a moment
And back to the Garden you are
"There's a bubble!"
"There ~ another!"
Amid the childish laughter
we all watch them float away
happy colors winking at us
happily ever after
a blanket of sunshine
they say a picture
tells a thousand words…
if you see my smile
captured in a candid moment
with eyelashes batted
in a second
would you see the sadness
behind the smile?
how my lips are pursed
after the click?
how in my mind,
i have to keep smiling
so you’d think i’m happy?
you’ll never see
everything with just a picture
but you can write everything
behind a smile.
Life with the Ponds
There was a girl
that I knew for years
When young, she was strong
And had little fears.
When older, she engaged
to a man with such glory.
But she waited so long
to tell me of Rory.
Then we started, with time,
to bring him along.
And in less than a minute,
her Rory was gone.
He vanished from time
and Amy forgot.
While, as my curse,
I sadly did not.
But then with a bang,
the boy did return,
when he was desperately needed,
when life wouldn't burn.
A brave soldier he was
with little to no fears.
He sat there with Amy
for 2,000 years.
Then we saved the world.
Reset, it would be,
but, in return,
it would lose me.
On my way back
through the turning of time,
I took notice
of this cursed life of mine.
Soon through the flashback,
which showed little glory,
I stopped in my path
to tell Amy a story.
It brought me back
into the world.
In time for a wedding
of a boy and a girl.
I had a calling
from the groom's bride.
"Oh Doctor, my doctor,
you cannot hide
You're not imagined,
you are so real.
Come back through the crack
so that it can heal."
And soon I did
as the wind blew
I arrived in a tux,
and brought something blue.
After awhile,
we set off again
Me, happy as ever,
with my two best friends.
And, after that,
It didn't take long
til we went to war,
til they had River Song.
Her life was confusing,
and converged into mine
I didn't realize
she was a lady of time.
When young, she was stolen.
Being trained, was she.
All of that work
just to kill me.
She almost succeeded
but it wasn't too late.
She gave me her lives.
She'd never regenerate.
Later, we'd marry,
when I was to die.
That's what earth needed
to move forward in time.
But yet I survived
in a robot of me
"Oh, clever Doctor,
how could this be?"
I know it confuses,
but one must not know.
It could fill up your brain
so much it might blow.
Now, on with the story,
it's soon to end.
I do not like it,
but it's hard to pretend.
We found Dinosaurs, cowboys,
we held the power of three,
but then came the angels.
They took them from me.
My sweet little pond,
and one of her boys.
I was so broken.
I lost all my poise.
Before all of this,
we ran, and we ran
But now there's no running
"Goodbye, Raggedy Man.
Awful breath]
Happy
Seethingly bad pronunciation
Wonderful
Favourite girl probably becoming a junkie
Cool
Impending homelessness
Great
Adventure adventure
Wahrere will you find me?
Where an adventurer goes
Adventure I bet that as far as I get
Is as far as adventuring goes
One day i felt, that i've accepted the request,
request of sharing, caring and that i need to connect,
it's not just any connect, like that one on the internet,
it's a request of a big event, from the east to the west,
we're just like the stars in the skies,
some of us are beginning and some of us are dying,
ones are winning and the others are learning,
i'm just really really happy though,
i don't care about tomorrow,
that's how i live without any sorrow,
and i don't live under regrets,
the answer is not by smoking a cigarette,
we're stuck in repeating the alphabet, to be honest,
like a shooting rocket, lost in darkness, not promised,
most of us should stop being dishonest,
that we are the largest, generation of the artists,
we have been blessed,
i just wish we all will end up,
in a relationship like the one between me and my bed,
and if you get misunderstood,
don't be upset, just forget,
and deal with the new set,
you're the best version of yourself, yet,
just do a duet with the old and the new you,
you'll sweat, forget and maybe will even melt,
you need to accept, and suggest,
support yourself one hundred perfect,
respect, and stop being against,
and believe that you are best of the best,
just remind yourself you're imperfectly perfect,
and it's not a threat, you are a result,
of what and who you'll collect,
you are the target,
and the target is you,
If you look in the face of evil,
evil's gonna look right back at you!
- Layth Awwad
The white of his teeth flash,
As he bites fleas.
Sirius.
Dog star and innocent devourer. Happy to be alive and slightly concerned for the hell of it.
Big head.
Itchy face.
And he slumps down beside me to resume the battle.
When I'm 15,
I want to be happy and free.
I want to do what I want to do
and not give a goddamn fuck what others say
because it's been too long
I've been pleasing others while desperately wanting to be truly who I am,
trying to tie my lips and not say what I have in mind,
afraid of what others might think,
and afraid that I won't be able to rebut their hurtful, insensitive remarks
I want to free,
because that's all that really matters
what I think is kept in here
and doing what I please
is what pleases me.
I want to be amazing,
a change of new skin,
a new beginning,
a new me,
with a smarter brain and more wit,
to challenge the foes and
give no shit,
this is who I'd like to be
and starting from being fifteen,
I will be a new person.
I had a dream
To live in the mountains,
With a dog,
A black border collie to be exact,
Become an author,
Write a book
But still
Hang out in that mountain.
I had a dream,
That one day
I'd go on a road trip,
Just me and my best buds,
Snapping photos,
Chatting,
Just living a life
with no worries at all.
I had a dream
That I'd grow up happy
Don't care about the money,
Don't care about the stress,
Just happiness.
I had a dream,
And you?
You crushed it with a
All your
Might.
The author?
That's never gonna happen
Because you're gonna spend
Seven years studying
Architecture
Designing buildings,
Being all techy,
You won't have time for your
Stupid little dog,
Or your mountains,
None of that would
Exist.
Your road trip?
You'll be spending time on the road
In congestions
Towards the city,
Where you'll go to work
Where you'll suffer
For the rest of your life.
Until
You
Die.
Your worst idea
Is growing up being
Happy.
Happiness is when you finally become
Successful,
But that ain't never gonna happen to you,
Success isn't for lazy pigs
Who cause parents to split apart,
Who ruin lives,
Who dream of stupid dreams
Like living on mountains
With a dog.
You're gonna stay this way,
Forever,
Perhaps be my little servant one day.
You wanna talk about dreams?
Well my dream
Is to
See
You
Suffer.
I have one last dream,
It still lives on
It grows bigger and bigger
Every night.
It's the only one left,
That I still hold onto
Dearly:
To save someone
From a car accident,
I pray it's soon,
I pray it's now.
Then finally,
I'll prove you wrong,
And I'll finally die
Happy.
Why am I still here?
I'm not important or wanted,
Everybody either gives up on me or doesn't try at all,
Why me?
I just don't understand why depression had to get me,
I don't see life getting better anytime soon,
I don't have any reasons to stay on this world,
Why am I still here?
One day I'll get so fed up and actually and just end all this,
It's not like I'll be missed,
Nobody cares about me,
I don't want to be happy anymore,
Why should I have hope in something that will never come again right?
I'm just done..
It's so funny, because I remember our times as
kids playing fun games.
Sand, squishies, legos, Pokémon, swings, basketball, and so much more.
We had so much fun,
and you said we would have just as much fun now.
It probably wouldn't be awkward,
we were such good friends to begin with.
I don't know why I'm so happy that you're back,
I guess I just needed you here with me.
You were the one person I didn't think I'd lose,
and I did, but you've returned.
It just sucks we don't life across the street as we
use to,
you're all the way on the other side of the lake.
It's okay though,
because you can text,
and I don't think I'll lose you again.
