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Suicide attempts drew attention Tell the heros to save these maniacs Let them spread words to calm down Raise the tension blocked in the cages Break the chains, cuffs, your eyes tempted The beats dropped where they stole shows Attracted fame and meaningless screams How many failed attempts? Still jumping Fly high till the oxygen lacks, then gasp hard Limits do exist, doesn't warrant to stop Here we are the same kind, breathe calmly No hurry for your funeral, don't loose value Don't give away hope, hope, that's fine Put down the weapons, explode your mind Speak every weaknesses yourself, beat 'em
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
Stumbled?
How often is special    This is a tumult    Over me popping with daisies
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Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
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Remembering, when... occasions, weekends were eagerly celebrated even weekdays...any day was met with enthusiasm but, how did all these special days become so ordinary? how...why, did these red-marked dates become unimportant? why are we here now, in this phase? at this point? existing...standing on a plateau...where, life offers no changes...no alternatives... it's like...a storm decides to stop at midstream chooses to stay...not just passing through no swerving, no immediate changes in its direction. the adventurous soul in us, hides...its spark, dies sunlight looks dim...the moon is without a glow clear sea water seems muddy...wading, becomes so tiresome...legs and feet hurt so much, from swimming...day by day ...away...from cacophony... it gets to be weary, to be reminded of a wrong choice, or a wrong decision made, to always rise...from a restless sea most times, we taste impure water contaminated...and adulterated where acerbic, detrimental  words float, further aggravating existing emotional sores, creating more lesions in the mind. what's worse, the ears that choose to be deaf, are further pierced the already wounded heart and dashed ego, are further stabbed     they all could one day, be numbed .......by more of these ordinary days.... I wonder if it's better...to linger on a plateau or to be on the cusp...of a fall... Sally Copyright April 17, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
ORDINARY DAYS