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Alexa Sz Mar 2010
the sun sets here
                                and rises somewhere else
                                    It never gets to rest.
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
When I hear music
I feel so alive
I have to think in a musical mind
the sounds are my life
the rhythm is my soul
the beats are my heart
the words are my world
I can't stay away
away from my love
my love is for music
and music will always be
with me all over
just wait and see.
Music is one of my main inspirations.
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
When I try to hard
to be myself
I find I become someone else

You are what you are
so don't try to be
what you have been all along

you can improve on being better
but don't erase what you have been
and what you are

live knowing your proud with yourself
so you can help others see
and there is no one else better to be...
than you
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
In every noise there is a silence,
as every road has its bumps,
every light has its darkness,
for darkness isn't constantly bad,
light is equal to darkness,
just as silence is to noise,
we are equal to others,
so what difference does it make,
some are silence,
some are noise,
we need both,
and in the the end both need us.
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
All the Beautiful things,
Make me feel like I have wings,
Even on a stormy day,
When all words are hard to say,
The wings still lift me to the sky,
Higher than a bird can fly,
So I can see all these things,
And that is when I start to sing,
But these things are forgotten,
Just like some worn out cotton,
Even though these things exist,
People cross them off the list,
Soon no one will care,
What these things have to share,
All who knew of these things,
Now act like greedy kings,
But there is still a little hope,
For people to climb up the rope,
And see all the beautiful things,
And appreciate what this world brings.
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
When I traveled to Rainbow lane
In a far off dream,
I saw a daisy,
the daisy was kissed by the gentile sun,
growing a bit each day,
On sad days the daisy drooped,
and the cloud's tears drizzled upon the daisy,
but sunny days always fallowed those damp days,
the flower smiled once again
and every evening the flower slept
in a soft bed of hay,
awaiting the morning sun.
Alexa Sz Mar 2010
In the Dark Days
In Palestine,
Hatred rules over love,
happiness is a sin,
peace was unheard of,
people would fight,
people would judge,
your true self was held against you,
arguments were continued,
purposely never solved.
How did people find joy?
you can't be bad because of your past,
but you fight back just the same,
they Killed your people in Munich,
you took their land,
you both are fighting the wars,
killing mothers and children,
yet you feel no shame.
How can one forgive you?
When you took all that was theirs,
and destroy it permanently,
You are just as bad as them,
therefore the dark days remain,
haunting in your heart,
how will there be a resolution,
You tried peace accords,
to make the fighting end,
but still the fight remains,
the horrors through your head,
you, like many still want one thing,
the thing that is the hardest to achieve...
the one thing you failed at before
but yet you try again to gain the harmony the
Peace
I'm writing this for a project about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and I needed a poem for the art piece we are to provide.
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