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Ambiguous Frizz Jun 2015
There they go again.

Chirping, ranting, shrieking annoying noise.

Too loud she was doomed with silence,

With a bitter tang she insists to ignore.

The one was named fear

The other was unknown

The one was named sadness

While others hid in dim.

But courage persisted

Together with hope.

They fought with the whisperer

Who utters too strong.

She hides behind the curtain

Which she called beam.

Aside from her bruises

Piercing roughly through bones

She now carries a deep burden

In a bewildered, baffled form.
Voices in our itchy heads
Ambiguous Frizz Jun 2015
No one is happy.

You can be delighted
Or find glee
You can be elated
Or feel bliss
You can be enchanted
If once pleased
Maybe tickled
And feel thrilled.

But not happy
No never will be.

The fact is no one
No ONE is going to be

Since happiness
Utters farewells
Knocks once
Yes, leaves you breathless

But always leaves
Loves to leave

Like a cool breeze at midday
Or the role you like to play
Summer that goes away
Or someone who doesn’t want to stay.

Happiness is always a phase
Sometimes seen on others face.

No one is happy.
No one will be.

But I still hope we’ll be.
Ambiguous Frizz Jun 2015
Some peaks of dark fall these monsters learn to ebb.
I wonder where they go or will they ever draw.
And what I hanker for is hear from them no more.
As blankets do not succour,
Even pecks,
or sweet ***** holds,
Dispatch or scuttle
Dingy veil these ghastly voices love to warble.

— The End —