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 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
Where am I and Why I'm here?
I hear the voices calling me
miles away, beneath the sea
whisper, whisper in my ear.

Don't listen to those words too sweet
they only want you to be deceived
they have poison on their tongue
and with lies they filled their lungs.

Do not fallow the way they show
it leads to place of eternal void
in abyss they will let you fall
and out of there you cannot go.
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Riot
tearing
            myself
                          apart
                                    and
                                       i
                                      
                                    don't

                                    know
                                      
                                    how
                                  
                                   to
*stop
He had forgotten
how to love,
But she blew away
the dust that had gathered,
With single breath
and a smile on her lips.
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
It's okay
if things don't go my way
some days
they always have their own way

But why is the way to hell
a highway, a highway...
and the only way to heaven
is the stairs?

I really thought
though the way was tough
that there's a place
we could go

In the end
put out fire
let's move on
to nowhere.
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
Sinner
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
I am so sorry
for all that needless worry
just the hourglass of life
is now turned upside down

But is it the top
or is it the bottom
and what difference
it makes to me?


How sinful to live
how sinful to speak
how sinful to breathe
how sinful to even exist
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
Joke
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Jan Harak
What did the Buddhist ask the hot dog vendor?
"Make me one with everything."
not a poem, but I hope it will make you smile!
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Riot
scenery
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Riot
I am a scenery
to be looked at from afar

when you're on a balcony looking out to new york
your eyes immediatly go to the buldings with the pretty lights
not even thinking about whats within them
and you're last glance is to the darkest spots
but if you looked at them closer you'd realize they count the most

and no matter how far to the edge you will be
you'll never be close enough to really look at me

you will never see the inside of my buildings
nor walk the dark spots in the depths of my mind
there was a time when i could call myself beautiful

*just look at all the pretty lights
the billboard saying "be who you wanna be"
but even if you're at the edge of your seats
you'll never get close enough to a scenery
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Riot
i love how americas problems would be solved if kids took over

i love how nobody admires the clouds til daytime and nobody admires the stars til night
as if silently telling the world "if you don't see it, it's ok to forget it until you see it again"

i love how everyone still calls america land of the free
while we have more kinds of slavery now
than in 1770

i love how people ask people crying
"are you alright?"
because humans don't acknowlage when the answer is right in front of them

i love how i started a war that nobody will ever know about

**i don't think these things will ever change
 Mar 2015 rose14195
Riot
i went searching for God
while he waited at the starting line
i thought he left me
when i left him beind
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