Dear MotherDear Mother,Dear Mother5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know you more than a life can see. I am
writing this, although, you died a disasterous
death. You have always been my heart and soul.
A life that brings me smiles. I can remember
being a child. You taught me the true heart
and soul of what life truly is. It is my soul
that yearns for that warmth again. I often
feel your spirit in my arms. I wanted to feel
you embraced. Just as how you did with me. It
feels lonely here without you. I am trapped
inside a cold prison without you.
I kept that letter your wrote to me. It was
so long ago since I last smelled that perfume
you washed the paper with. It is sealed deep
inside the back pack I still carry. I felt as
if something was missing though. The family
seems like it is being lost without you. I
cannot sense the fact of how cold it feels
here. I often keep the home, that we once have
as a family gathering, very clean. I visit
there very frequently. The fire is always
alive. I wonder if you a
SanitariumInsanity Is your best friend.Sanitarium5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
..Becomes your prison.
If we did not have an insanity...
..We would not be normal.
Just go chasing rainbows.
Lust is what goes praising our padded rooms.
I enjoy the shock treatment.
It locks me in with many syrenges.
We can smash our heads on the wall.
Let us stash the beds to a door.
Our personality is not a whore.
It is a brave new world.
So few only survive in the darkness.
I see the ceiling as a blue sky.
Welcome to my Sanitarium.
No Water To Breath WithDid I.. Did I tell you who I was?No Water To Breath With5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Did I.. Did I ring the holy bell?
There is no one in my prison cell.
Why.. Why am I in this hell?
Pelt me with stones of hatred.
Did I ..Did I ever sell my soul?
I don't think so.
Where is the bowl...
..That my water is sitting in?
Someone is spitting on me...
..High above in the ceiling.
The only feelings I have...
..Would be the tears dripping in my eyes.
Is there any water to breath with?
Dreams are always shattered.
Drowned and battered with nightmares.
Breath without the water.
See how the fish feel.
Has greed taken a hold of our water spouts?
Cold and shivered in the dark.
Why is there no water to breath with?
Keep the distance away from the pain.
I can hear the cleansing rain...
..Outside of my window.
Why are we breathing without water?
Am I.. Am I in a dangerous flood?
I see all the children run...
..And into the sun they go free.
Was this some kind of holy dream?
Were these the sacred scriptures...
..That I can read in my mind?
My eyes.. My e
Songs Of UnityWhy...Songs Of Unity4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
..Must I be colored in this dark world?
The colors of black and white...
..Seem not to exist anymore.
Is it silver or grey?
I stand here in the cold rain.
Will it wash away the pain...
..Or give me a reason to many to blame...
..For such a vicious world?
There is not much I can do...
..But to live life the best I can.
This is how I came to this thought...
..After reading legends happening...
..Over two thousand years ago.
Tears were shed.
Years passed slowly.
Now so many stash their thoughts away.
People nashed their teeth at him.
Bashed him to the ground.
Then the thunder gave a long given sound.
So few understood the peace needed...
..For the dark world we live in today.
The deep dark world so far in the ocean...
..Lives with those who drown...
..In horrid sins caused by our own thoughts.
It seeps in our music today.
Unity and courage are so little today.
Many start Pouring a heart filled story...
..Only to have the door slammed in their faces.
Yes we h
Last One BornHere I am;Last One Born4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Standing last in line.
No one looked for the emotions;
Hidden in my eyes.
Bitten in a bitter rage;
That stuck in my bottled rage.
The page in the book;
That burned away my hopes and dreams.
I felt like a dove trapped in a cage;
When the room is always dark.
Do we always hide in the gloom?
The fool is the one;
Who is blind by the monster they created.
There are many born last.
Are we standing alone?
Some are granting a one last wish.
There are demons always ranting in chaos.
Angels keep on standing at our side;
To guide us away from the darkness.
Imagine standing last in line.
The eyes stare at us.
Skies always rumble with lightning.
Take one last ride on the water.
It always feels wonderful.
Standing last in line.
We don't always follow the rules.
Some can fly free.
Others cry in the dark closet.
Just like how the clouds ride;
The silver streaks across the sky.
Life is always a mystery to me.
Which is different;
The light or the darkness.
Sometimes I wonder;
Fly By FaithSomehow ..I can see many minds.Fly By Faith5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There are many eyes...
..That stare from the sky.
Do not be scared.
The soul can ride the clouds.
All my pride cannot be corrupted.
Do they favor with our kind?
The power that never betrays our lives.
So there has to be a new tower somewhere.
It is the sacrafice...
..that helps us stay alive.
I once fell on my face...
..And repented before I felt too much pain.
This is why we fly by faith.
We are only human...
..And be able to have strength.
I will cry in freedom.
Just ask the faces...
..hidden in the clouds.
Why should we be forbidden...
..To shed tears as a crowd?
I fed myself to fly by faith.
Please do not let me...
..Be the one to be blamed.
There is too much corruption in the world.
Fly by faith.
Cry in pain.
Try to fight with strength.
The world has more color than grey.
This is why we fly by faith.
Where do the lies come from?
Why do the children cry?
Try to remember those dark clouds in the sky.
The water spout is always broken.
So stop speaking
Faces In The WallI can hear voices.Faces In The Wall4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sometimes they call to me;
And tell me the choices they made.
The dark is under the bed;
Yet I tried to look under...
..When the eyes begin to glow at the door.
What noises did I hear under the bathroom door?
When I try to sleep;
I try to ignore the screams in the wall.
Streams of hatred;
Are what I see at the end of the hallway.
I just don't want to imagine;
The silver lightning that would strike it down.
I guess it was not what it seems to be.
Can you hear the voices in the wall?
It is as if I can see faces;
Sticking out in the mirrors.
The faces in the walls.
Who can hear them call my name?
Some are in tourmented pain.
Others can be in the cleansing rain.
How many faces are looking at me?
Traces are heard from the doors.
Does it matter?
It surely does to me.
I want to see the faces hidden in the walls.
I hear the voices again.
Deep under the bed;
I see the tears comine from under the matress.
The gears in my mind are turning.
Where are these fears coming from?
Do You Understand?No one knows exactly how I feel.Do You Understand?4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Every single day;
I feel that kind of pain.
Just as one night flows by;
The day begins to disturb me.
Do they prey upon me?
Why does this pain damage my thinking?
So many are bleeding by the soul.
Am I reading their thoughts?
Have I lost my insanity?
My dreams have gone awol.
Tell me exactly what I need to know.
She was the only one I wanted.
Then people are trying to criticize me.
Is that all they want to do;
By trying to put my life through hell?
Maybe they do not know the music in the bells.
I am not a child;
That lost her way in the dark and fell..
..Through the pot hole waiting to swallow me.
I follow myself by instinct.
Not calling myself a whore on the street.
Maybe bullies want greed;
On those who are helpless bleed by emotion.
Do you know who I am?
How I understand?
Is this Why I live in a dark corner;
Of the class room that people mock me by?
Do you understand who I am?
I sacrificed my freedom.
Not for those who feed on my weakness.
I was not
Reach For The StarsI had a certian thought in my mind.Reach For The Stars3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can someone go chasing dreams;
Or go flying into dead end walls?
Are they dancing?
Do they go prancing in the sky?
It was a vision that lasted a life time.
They can make it happen for one more try.
Many are hungry for fame.
The stars can sparkle and shine;
But, scars of ancient pasts are still lurking.
Not many are burning for a new life.
Just fill it with a brand new dream.
There are numbers in the stars.
They count the blessings of music.
Screams are sounds of your lungs.
Breath, and, hear your words.
I am helping you reach for the stars.
Do not let the crowd stop you.
Keep reaching for the stars.
Your dream is always there to take.
Make yourself know the music.
The road is the first step.
So, step onto the stage.
Sing and reach for the stars.
The air is thin.
Does anyone care to reach up one last time?
Please, do not stare at the television too much.
The rush many have will read in disaster.
I can see a new chapter being written.
Burn the leech wi