Factories are empty and all closed down,
The slow death of a lonely dying town. . .
Nothing left, 'cept for hopes and dreams to build.
Lookin' at the world through my front windshield.
Waitin' around in unemployment lines,
I don't see any new 'help wanted' signs...
Pass through a rolling stop, I barely yield,
Lookin' at the world through my front windshield.
War-time houses... clones up and down the street,
Sad shutters slumped, and paint peeled in defeat...
Waitin' for a light in an empty field,
Lookin' at the world through my front windshield.
Cruisin' the beach, and partyin' at night,
Drinkin', smokin', dreamin', lovin' this life.
Roll the windows down, see the world unveiled,
Lookin' at the world through my front windshield.
But the flag still flies here, so proud and strong,
And people still sing those sad country songs...
I see them search around for greener fields,
Lookin' at the world through my front windshield.
I sit there crying to just disappear so far away from you.
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When you had seen me lying on the ground with a stone cold heart, with red warm tears striking my scarred face.
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You wipe my tears, they stain your hands.
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I scream in you arms, with your arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly.
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Color fades in both our eyes.
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Life surrounded by black and white.
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Wanting to see again.
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I kissed my unwanted savior.
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It became more clear.
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Color now flooding back into vision.
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A light broke our bitter sweet moment, I cry as I kneel to a dead rose.
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Picking up fallen memories, broken tears and shattered hearts.
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I try to fix all of the pieces I have left behind.
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All theres left is...
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Blood, Tears and me.
A stolen treasure worth a penny
sacerate to the mother
devestating to be her
depressing to be in hell
A stolen treasure worrying to her
bringing anger to life
problems to the family
troubles to the parents
A stolen treasure missing
where and why
the unknown truth
oh why did it happen
oh why my daughter
a stolen treasure a mystery to me
I am right, I am crazy. I just want it to stop it from ruining my life. Its just stuck with me forever, there is nothing I can do about it. I fake a smile, a laugh, a moment of true happiness.
There is no true light. Clouds of denial, I don’t remember how to smile a real smile. I just share a blank stare forever. Forever hungry for a way out, but I never find it. It manages to slips through my fingers like crystal sand falling through MY own hands.
I just scowl away from everyone, the people who are my friends are fading. Why cant I stop. Why cant I stop myself and as well as time, so I can just catch up with everyone so I am not crazy anymore, and take back all of what I lost. I want my life back. I will do anything for anyone I just wanna wake up with a real smile and share a few real laughs. If maybe manage a happy ever after.
Whats the point if it anyway. I know I screw up all the time. Well at anytime.
My dearest friend is dying and somehow I feel like its my fault. Like everything is my fault. I feel like a beat down being who just gives up all the time, because not ONE thing will give a chance at what I'm good at.
I cut at my wrist to see that I am still insane. I want help but I fail at it. Just a young woman wanting just a little sanity. I lost everyone. I want everyone back. I lost my loved one, he was everything to me. The way he laughed and smiled made me smile all the time, laugh all the time. He made me happy. He kept my insanity in its cage, when he left, it broke free.
I don’t wanna be crazy anymore.
It is destroying every last bit of me,
and of my lonesome heart.
Samson fell for Delilah while being the enemy of her
Philistines people, but the gods chose her to take
his power.He tried to make her be a good woman.
Delilah wrestled with The Lord, in fact, using her powers
of seduction and deception against the man.This way, she
found the Samson's secret. She could subdue him to be captured.
For sure, she felt sorry for what she did, when she understood
what real love means, but it was too late to change anything.
For Samson, love has been senseless, He sadly ceased to
continue this fight with her. He ought to love God more than
he loved the woman. He ought to know that faith involved the
sacrifice of sinful love. He became a simple a blind man.
He destroyed the temple of the Philistines, all their idols and
the people being inside it, after demanding the divine power,
when only God's love and the Holy faith became important
in his human life. Probably Delilah cried for doing what she
did to him ,but she had to fight against the enemies of her
gods. In fact,she has never really loved any man,because she
didn't meet The Lord inside Samson,while trying to find Him,
or she would know that Lord means true love, truth and justice.
The sun goes down.
Tears bubble up.
A new found frown.
Your words aren't enough.
She holds the knife.
Safely at her wrists.
It is her life.
Now use your wits.
The cup of water waits.
The pills make noise and shake.
Do something or it will be too late.
From this nightmare she must wake.
The blood, it drips and stains.
The girl is not the same.
The outcome, it is plain.
She has to die to hide the shame.
Run through the rain to help her.
Forget the past and lies.
The world is all a blur.
She cannot die.
You burst inside too late.
Her body lay on the floor.
On this date.
You wish you could have done more.
Your nightmare begins.
You just want her back.
There's no one that wins.
Now she is who you lack.
Restless nights come towards you.
Her cold eyes stare hard.
Was there something you could do?
No one would dare play that card.
Months pass with regretful days.
You lean to cutting.
Nothing can ease these pains.
Your mind is running.
You can't take it anymore.
On the bathroom floor you sit.
You cannot fix your broken core.
Every word said makes it lit.
You take the knife to your skin.
You want to end the same as she.
The lights start to dim.
But something else is the key.
You grab the water and the pills.
You chug them down.
Your final will.
You won't share the crown.
The lights fade out.
Your hearing goes.
Now you have no doubt.
You leave your foes.
To meet with her again is all you ever craved.
Now you might see her.
Now you are in your grave.
But it is all a blur.
You know not where you are.
Darkness all around you.
Locked behind these bars.
What will you do?
I want to spend at least three weeks
Hidden away in a cabin alone
And I want no one to ask me
Where I'd been or why I'd gone
I want to survive on eternal Words
Instead of my own finite phrases
To cut off hands and gouge out eyes
To know for sure where my heart is
I want to fall asleep before nightfall
So I'm not tempted by the darkness
And wake at the dawn of a new day
Wrapped in rising hope and faithfulness
And I want my life immersed in You
And I want my mind to stay on You
And I want more and more
And more of You
"Lord, I need You
Oh, I need You,
EVERY HOUR I need You!"
i worry about my father
roaming free somewhere out there
his memory still tethered to his old leather jacket
and his belt buckle tucked away on my night stand…
i pray to who knows what, hoping mostly
that he has found his peace and happiness
and sometimes, to be embraced
in one of his famous hugs
the warmest i have ever felt
his whiskers pressed
tightly against my face...
and i am told he was a sick man
by everyone that knew him
probably trying to provide some comfort
but to me he never felt sick
he just felt warm
like everyone else
like a father should
the bright sun on those cloudy days
when you just can’t take losing
another drop of rain
those are the days i miss him the most
and those are the days
i find myself praying...
and wishing
and hoping
that he didn't have to live
in a world where he suffered
so much
pain
his entire life
burning
on the roof
just to be swallowed whole
by the fire
Sweet nectar
from a forbidden
flower.
I must remember
that life is simple.
Enchanting meadows.
whispering
in my ears
forgotten dreams
and
promises.
You would make a lovely bouquet.
A vase of lies
sit on the kitchen table,
addressing me
with meaningless
memories.
Each spring
you grow back.
Absorbing
my piece of
mind.
And each blossom
reminds me
that it will soon
be
over.
When one side is to bless;
The other will have to curse;
While one part is to love;
The other will opt to hate;
When one will have to feed;
The other has to plead;
Two different natures
beat within; indulge
and then, ultimately,
She chooses both;
According to her
Whims and fancies
Life moves like that….
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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