Slowly they creep up
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Cinta and Laugh
Is this really life?
They're hungry
Teir mom did it to their dad
That cold-blooded murderer
The baby black widows attack
slowly devouring their mom
They, too, became like her
Heaetless, an emotionless killer
An analogy to life
To humanity
Everyone MUST have revenge
Never letting things die
untill we die!
Why must we live like spiders
Devouring people when we're done with them?
Why must we be so uick to attack?
Why do we live life like this?
Because we're human,
But we still live like spiders
Killing, and dying and hating
When we should Live and Cinta and Laugh
Is this really life?
\\What makes us human?//
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon sejak all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written sejak a Poet for the Wandering Souls
【War】
War is a sadistic
Laughing in the background
Laughing as we cry for mercy
We know it is futile
But we beg
War is the scientist
Experimenting with our very being
Driving some to madness
And others to the realm of Satan
War is the hell
That crushes our souls
To the breaking point
And takes sick pleasure in doing so
War is the broken spirit
That is cursed upon sejak all man-kind
To be forever hated
And forever a scourge in our world
~ Written sejak a Poet for the Wandering Souls
How I Really Feel About You
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell anda how I really feel.
I don't know if anda will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see anda again.
I hate that anda think I will do anything for you
because anda still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than anda ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that anda wouldn't like it, but anda know what
I DON'T CARE!
I hate putting up with this act.
I can't stand it anymore.
I have to tell anda how I really feel.
I don't know if anda will like it
but here it goes:
I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see anda again.
I hate that anda think I will do anything for you
because anda still think I like you.
I like someone new and I know that they
will treat me better than anda ever did.
That is how I really feel about you, and I
knew that anda wouldn't like it, but anda know what
I DON'T CARE!
Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If anda don't like this poem just alih on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do anda constantly check the mirror?
Why do anda constantly flaunt your body?
Why do anda constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
anda live for attention. anda live to view. anda live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
anda can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
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Stupid girls
I don’t understand you.
Why do anda constantly check the mirror?
Why do anda constantly flaunt your body?
Why do anda constantly throw your future away?
I don’t understand you.
Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down
Is that appealing?
Stuffing, smacking, bending.
What a life.
anda live for attention. anda live to view. anda live to be viewed.
Now I know why the guys go for you.
You’re easy.
You’re trashy.
anda can be thrown away.
Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…
I don’t understand…
Disturbed, warped, some would say insane
Rotting fading some would say dying
Where is humanity? People killing friends
Suicide, homicide, murder: First digree, saat digree, Third digree
What does it all mean?
Painfull death: Shooting Stabbing hanging
Where has all the Cinta gone
Living to be killed: Hitmen, dealers, thieves
Your roommate's a killer? anda went camping on Friday the 13th?
These meaningless lies & rumors pass sejak undetected, Yet have the most profound affect on our lives
We live in a human world filled with savage beast
Violent beatings, drunken fights as we struggle with humanity gone astray
Being sucked into the endlesss black abyse
Screaming into deaf ears
Begging for jawapan from the silent
Slowly fading dying losing all humanity
Now I stand here asking, pleading for answers, what happened?
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur
Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor
Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant
Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps
jj9/1983
There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked to do it.
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? anda should be, Now I want anda to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the lebih fun :)
Everybody was sure Somebody would do it.
Anybody could have done it but Nobody did.
Somebody got angry about that because it was Everybody’s job.
Everybody thought Anybody could do it but Nobody realized that Everybody would not do it.
It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when actually Nobody asked Anybody
-- Confused? anda should be, Now I want anda to read this again But Read this first: "There were four people - Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody."
*reading it out loud makes it all the lebih fun :)
and yet, so loud to your ears.
In the imagination of your thoughts
anda feel the magic as if it's real,
and yet it's part of your life.
People shall judge.
People shall remember.
These mistakes you've made
shall label anda for the rest of your life.
People shall judge.
And this whisper is too loud,
it never goes away.
The whipping body can not
be repaired,
'cause people always judge.
Hypocrisy of the society
shall always be present,
thus their sight shall never see
the failures they made.
But people shall judge.
People shall laugh.
Forgive your past,
forgive yourself,
forgive me
and I shall forgive you.
I'll find anda on the sanctuary
of our own,
forgive your past,
although people shall judge.
listening her kegemaran song
over and over again...
Her head is full of thoughts.
She won't share with anybody but paper...
She's alone,
no matter if
there's somebody around.
She's alone
with her thoughts,
trying to get away,
to suppress the dark side
of her soul,
to kill every dark thought
that travels through her mind...
And remember,
dream is just a fantasy,
anda won't escape from your fear,
anda won't find your cure
dreaming of better days...
And she cries
only when she's alone,
so nobody can hear,
and she prays for the hari
when the Sun will shine again,
the hari when
she will feel the joy of life,
the purpose will be bright...
