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Life is lik’n to lightning;
Like the mist it does pass;
Oh! What is life – this thing
That can ne’er for long last?

See the clouds near heaven;
See the dewdrops – like glass
Life is shattered, broken;
Oh! Life does go by fast!

Life, like the rose, a flower,
Quickly withers and fades;
Dries as passeth each hour;
The soul to heav’n or hades.

See the lighted candle,
And what when it goes off?
Life, o thou brief candle,
At old age do not scoff!

Yet, ere life dims away,
Ere our souls to God go,
Make the best of our day,
Make a friend of our foe.
Helena 3h
Words carved on the bedroom desk in a mental hospital

- My path is oblivious
- You are not alone anymore
- I still have my blade
- Dont cry
- My ex made me insane
- Some can't be saved
- I need to talk to Austin! My anxiety is acting up!
- I insert heart pussy
- Better off dead
- Stay Strong
- I'm schizo
- We're even, 911
- Bella insert heart
- I'm on a rollercoaster that only goes up
- I choose death
- Smile, you're beautiful
- I'll never tell
- God will show you the path
- Fuck those who said they'd always be here for me!
- Dear people, don't do this bullshit
- Get me out of here, I feel trapped
- Life's complicated
- Fuck this system!
- Why can't she love me like she used to? I insert heart Anaquin
- God is heal
- Him insert heart
- Her insert heart
-  You don't need someone else to make you happy
- It gets better
- We're not even
- Fuck your faith
- Sometimes I feel like no one understands
- I'm gay
- Nero Michelle Granillo + Mario Jonathan Larios 12•06•13
- I'm scared
- Let it be 11-23-13
- Help me get out
- You're pretty
- Eat me out
- I like your face
- Tired
- My taste in music is your face
- I've been here 2 weeks
- I want out
- Stay strong
- I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain


At the time these words comforted me and brought me closer to something. I felt closer to peace the more I wrote. I'll never know the people who wrote these things or why I wrote them down nearly three years ago and decided to write about it publicly now but I do know who carved the last one. Stay strong, time will give you peace.
Celia 8h
One single little bird
A sad sorrow voice trying to be heard
Engulfed in raindrops and feathers
Waiting for an answer.

The chirp of one
Surrounded by its music, wishing he were done
Its song carried on the branches and arboreal wind
All alone, answering its own echo.
a blue bird's song—
moving on
accepting, regretting
and slowly it's letting
it's wings fall weak
but still
it soars.

a cardinal's cry—
paint the sky
loving, and hurting
learning, returning;
telling its lies,
too pained to fly.

a sparrow's coo—
adored by moon
running and falling
weeping and calling
the sparrow takes flight
never back from the night.

those wishful birds
silenced words
too thin for their sorrow,
must they pray for tomorrow?
.
.
vanitas 8h
Even if you believe you’re not enough
What you’re doing isn’t enough
It is,
Even if it’s only for today
That’s good enough
You can’t put quantity on something like “enough”
Because every enough is different
Your enough is not someone else’s enough,
And their enough shouldn’t be your enough
Your enough is enough
Enough is enough
Let yourself rest
Because everything you’ve done
Is good enough
So don’t tire yourself,
By repeating it
; sometimes enough is enough.
Just go for it
Be prepared to take action
Always move your feet
And make it happen
Climb that ladder
Be the one who inspires
Have that strong will
Continue to reach higher
Lori Mack 12h
Hope

We were all awakened by a bright sunshine light,
Made of all colors,
Which beamed across the night.
The light brought happiness and peace among those who would fight.
It gazed upon our world.
Oh, it was a beautiful sight!
We all forgot about our fears.
Our children’s faces were happy and bright.
No longer were people confused,
Over what was wrong or right.
There was peace among our land.
No starvation, no enemies, no wars,
Everyone had homes and jobs.
Opportunity opened all doors.
We were all friends.
The land no longer roars.
No guns, no violence
And no robbing of stores.
And as that beautiful light shined,
We prayed that someday -
Our children would have this HOPE in mind!
By,
Lori Lee Mack
Copyright 1990.
This was a dream I had. I wrote up and wrote it and never changed a word.
Stolen glances
Stolen hearts
Broken barriers
And shattered glass
Aa Harvey 20h
Rokkstarr


There's no more love for the music,
I've sang since birth about this world.
Sang those love songs in my youth,
Now your love songs make me hurl.


Fuck Rock 'n' Roll and the bands you think are great!
Fuck the police and fuck you all!
Fuck all those people that you hate!
Fuck Radio 1 and fuck the world!


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


Sell out tours and groupie whores.  
Life is great?  No life’s a bore.
Been here before and it was just the same.
Same old thing again and again.
Know what to expect, no more surprise’s;
No more excitement, no meaningful trophies.


It all means nothing, now we've been here so long;
The damn record label wants another song.
Which must be written, within the month;
We have a release date, so we can sell this stuff,
Before Christmas to the kids, because they’re our target audience;
The music that they want, they can get from their parents.
Because their parents know, that they just can't say "No.",
To a kid that wants something, as much as they will.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


To be a Rokkstarr, you'd think would be great.
But the songs you once loved, you begin to hate.
You sing them so much, it becomes a habit;
Until one day you say "That's it! I've had it!"


I'm tired of singing these songs;
The words have lost all their meaning.
I need something new, something I can believe in.
I need music to fall in love with, I need lyrics with a real meaning;
But my hope for all that's Rock, is a memory that's slowly fading.


Soon Rock will die and be gone;
Because new Rock bands come and go.
Soon there will no longer be any hype;
About a band you heard on the radio.


Rock 'n' Roll is dead and gone,
Once Rokkstarr meant something great.
Once we sang these songs with passion,
Once we sang these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on stage like wankers!
So let's all sell out to the man.
He gives us money for writing shit songs;
Now moneys all we understand.


You never know though I could be wrong.
Maybe soon I'll hear a song;
That will move me like 'Bohemian Rhapsody' did.
That will make me appreciate new music.


Here's hoping for the future,
For Rock to come back with a vengeance.
Remember your roots in a jam-packed moshpit?  
Remember the mindless violence?
Remember when you saw your girl through the crowd
And fell in love with her there and then?
That’s love for Rock music at its finest
And believe me it will come again.


Rock 'n' Roll's not dead and gone;
Now Rokkstarr means something great!
Now we sing these songs with passion;
Now sing these songs with hate!
Now we stand here on the stage;
After finding our love for Rock!
So let's all softly bang our heads and GET THE FUCK UP!


(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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