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 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
SabreLi
Just when things seem to be going so well
Something comes along and knocks the wind from your sail
You build a bridge across the ocean
To find someone back home has lost the devotion
And sinks beneath the waves

So today I made up my mind
To leave this world behind
To find the place where you now rest
So we can be together again
At last

The blood will run dry in my veins
Leaving no trace on the knife
As I leave behind these chains
And the pain it will disintegrate
Wash away the plague of life
As I wash my hands of fate

I thought everything was going so well
‘Til something came along and I tripped up and fell
Making me realise the notion
That someone back home is lost in emotion
Got lost digging their grave

So today I made up my mind
To leave this world behind
To find the place where you now rest
So we can be together again
At last

And the waves will carry me to you
They'll **** the space between us
Just as they **** me too
And the stars will disappear from view
They'll roam the space above us
As I will roam with you
As I will roam with you
Carry me to you

Copyright © 2012-2017 KF
Yet another one written about loss and bereavement
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Nigel Finn
Nothing exists except atoms and space,
And everything else is opinion,
Yet we can't determine the time of their place,
And relative distance between 'em.

If I could understand,
With a wave of my hand,
All that is, and what lies in between,
I probably wouldn't,
For fear that I couldn't
Unsee what what I might think obscene.

What if, for example,
I could indeed sample
All knowledge there is to be known?
Would I be enlightened,
Or possibly frightened?
Depressed once all mystery's gone?

If nothing exists except atoms and space,
And if everything else is opinion,
Then surely opinion's mankind's saving grace;
The source of the beauty within 'em
I'm stealing another quote outright in this one. This time I've borrowed "Nothing exists except atoms and space, and everything else is opinion." from Democritus, or rather from the person who translated Democritus if you want to get technical.

To say my grasp of physics is almost non-existent would be an understatement, but I know just enough to know this may offend a few physicists out there.
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Isabelle
I've read a post on facebook about a girl who committed suicide. As per the narrator, she was a good person, a good leader, a good friend and as they can see a perfect daughter. But little did they know that she was suffering because of her parents. Her parents were dissappointed because she was not intelligent enough to graduate with flying colors, the pressure was too much that she wasn't able to carry it all. So she ended it all by taking her life away.


It makes me sad whenever I hear/read stories like that. Sometimes, I think that they are so brave, but sometimes I think they are just stupid to do it. But who am I to judge??

And to all the parents, you are suppose to know, support and understand your children, not to chain them and definitely not to cause them to die..

this is my personal opinion, so an advance apology for the sensitive topic
I don't want it to happen to everyone else in here, so please if you are suffering from depression, anxiety or any disorder, please talk to me. I may not ease or lessen the pain/burden, but trust me, it will feel so much better to let it out.
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Isabelle
You left me hanging
In the middle of nothing
In between love-lust-friendship
I do not know what it is
But sure, it is more than something
Because I felt everything

When you touched me
When you kissed me
It is more than lust
When you held me
When you smiled at me
My feelings I trust

But suddenly you became a ghost in town
Haunting me from dusk to dawn
You left without footprints on the ground
You left without marks to be found
Like a thief you were gone
You stole my heart and left me undone

Holding on to something that is fading
Still believing it is more than something
It’s my only way to console myself
It’s my only way to redeem myself
I have been fooled, I have been fooled
Now I am gloom, I am in gloom

No words of goodbye
Only memories that haunts me
Is everything just a lie?
Why do you have to do this to me
Every night I wish you are at my side
Will  you comeback to me?
Will you?
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Francy
Rain
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Francy
A shudder escapes me
I am afraid of lightning
And yet, love the rain
Its rhythmic downpour
Consistent
Monotonous
Routine
Heavy and light
Stinging my exposed skin
I let it
Refreshing
Purifying
Cleansing

Drip drip drip
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Tina Marie
She says that she's sorry,
But don't believe
She is nothing
But a thief
Not sorry she stole
And whose only thought
Is that she's sorry
She got caught
Inspired by some shenanigans a friend of mine experienced.
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Wi
She was there, he was there.
They were almost there.
Not until the night crumbled.
Blurred with the pouring rain.

She is still there, but he wasn't.
He was gone, left her breathless.
But she is still there.
In the cloudy night, waiting the wind swallow her souls.
She hope it can make her feel better.
But in the end, she will always be there.

Waiting, all she can do is waiting.
It doesn't matter how hurt it is.
Doesn't matter if she can't feel her legs anymore.
Doesn't matter how far it is.

Under these stars, she waits.
She waits for him to comeback.
To feel his warmth again.
To hear his jokes.
To hear his heartbeat.
To make sure he is still alive.
Even though she knows, he is no longer there for her.

But she will always be there.
To the person I loved, love, and will always love.
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Wi
Loving him
 Dec 2016 Vii HunniD
Wi
Loving him feels like being alive again.
Like a flower blooms in spring.
Like a flying butterfly.
Loving him feels like in home.
Warmth and comforting.
Wrapped in a room full of insanity.

Loving him feels like in a room full of art.
Lost in the idea of being loved.
Loving him means understanding.
Find a way to appreciate every little things.
To believe in the power of accepting people's flaws.

Loving him isn't red, neither it's blue.
Loving him is white.
Pure, soft and content.
Loving him is adoring every inch of beautiful things.
And could be a reason to be thankful.
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