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 favorit 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...
In memories of your life
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.
You've died
you've died inside.
Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.
In cari of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.
You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.
Crashed and bitter
anda die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
you've died so many times.
Memories of distant days
memories of unseen dreams.
You've died
you've died inside.
Inside of your silence,
your voice screams with
painful sorrow.
Memories of your distant life
and you'll fade inside.
In cari of light,
your eyes see nothing
but the agony of your screaming
tone that never stops bitting you.
You're all alone
in this fog,
living of the memories
of the life that is distant
to your sight.
Crashed and bitter
anda die along with
dreams that are never going
to be seen.
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my jantung is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my jantung can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope anda understand...
Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every hari brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
anda thought I'd lost you, I bet
But anda were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to ciuman me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
oleh the hour, oleh the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let anda go
But there's one thing anda should know
No matter where anda are
No matter what anda do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
by
Jeremy Gould
The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every hari brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane
Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
anda thought I'd lost you, I bet
But anda were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to ciuman me goodnight
Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?
The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
oleh the hour, oleh the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it
I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let anda go
But there's one thing anda should know
No matter where anda are
No matter what anda do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you
has been labeled oleh darkness.
Your birth is your death.
anda have died a thousand times
in your heart,
death shines in your eyes,
following anda like a limpet.
You've died,
though anda still breathe,
but life is just a shadow
of your past,
anda don't see the life.
Your road is spiny,
hope is smothered and distant
to your sight.
You're on the road,
but this road is your life,
and this life is a burden of
your fate,
and past never dies until anda die.
Your road is full of thorns,
empty and abandoned,
like your heart,
like your life.
The hari of your birth
has been labeled
oleh darkness.
It's everywhere anda look,
you're on this road alone
and this road is the burden
of your fate,
past never dies until anda die.
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my
lost strifes!
See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will tampil you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.
That peace,
well-known
to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.
Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my
faith.
Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.
Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles
tirelessly,
though
fading...
Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with
sorrow.
The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.
Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable
words,
those are prayers,
unseen
dreams,
fear lives within.
Do anda remember the song I never sang?
Do anda remember the words I never said?
Do anda remember the cinta I never felt?
Do anda remember the tears I never shed?
Do anda remember the pain of heart's first fall?
Do anda remember who put me through it all?
Do anda remember the way anda never cared?
Do anda remember the time I felt so scared?
Do anda remember holding me in your arms?
Do anda remember me walking out the door?
Do anda remember us standing in the rain,
when anda berkata anda wanted me back again?
©COPYRIGHT, Waverly L. Harris, 2011, DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION AND CREDIT FOR THE AUTHOR.
Do anda remember the words I never said?
Do anda remember the cinta I never felt?
Do anda remember the tears I never shed?
Do anda remember the pain of heart's first fall?
Do anda remember who put me through it all?
Do anda remember the way anda never cared?
Do anda remember the time I felt so scared?
Do anda remember holding me in your arms?
Do anda remember me walking out the door?
Do anda remember us standing in the rain,
when anda berkata anda wanted me back again?
©COPYRIGHT, Waverly L. Harris, 2011, DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION AND CREDIT FOR THE AUTHOR.
I'm desire
I'm pain
I'm denial.
Call me whatever you
want me to be.
Call me!
That's all anda see.
I'm pale
I'm tired
I'm love
I'm desire.
My ciuman is so deep.
Can anda feel my soul
talking?
My ciuman is so soft.
Can anda feel me?
Will anda dream me?
I give my cinta to you.
I haven't chosen that,
it's just how it meant
to be.
I hide my tears from you,
i lock my the pain inside of me.
That's the place
i wish anda never find.
That's my soul,
sorrow and desire.
I give anda all anda want,
i choose the sweetest words
for you.
My touch leads you
to the highest
power of imagination,
just to tampil you,
just to have you.
with a seed of grace. The expression
of joy slowly shine on its face.
A little black bunga beautifully
devine. An elegant structure in this bunga u will find.
cinta and the joy of
happiness, this shows a black flowers
elegance. the color of
this bunga so proudly stand out.
anda are a little black bunga without
a doubt.
Note: I would like to bring this out to a little girl that was killed in chicago where i live. so smart, so nice, so good, but why did she had to die..... she was part of the light and now i must find her in the darkness and bring her back to life.
echo in my head,
seeking for
the truth,
remembering,
memorizing...
Sounds of past
still harm my soul,
but now I'm strong,
I can accept the truth.
Sounds of past
echo in the depth
of my heart,
though some truths
have never been found.
We just see these
through our eyes.
Sounds of past
still echo,
sometimes silently,
but we know
that the past still
lives inside,
as a memory,
as a burning wound.
Sounds of past
still echo
inside.
As a memory,
as a burning wound.
away anda left
flying far from me
shooken oleh the wind
the pain
we were meant to be
far anda left
Never to Return
the pain destroyed anda
anda were never to be whole
There was nothing left to learn
anda left me that cold night
Without even a hug
I was left behing
all alone
with just a red lady bug
anda left me
crying alone
A week had passed
slow and painful
my red lady bug sat dull
anda were still gone
never coming halaman awal
I couldn't forget anda
but anda were still here
the red lady bug was still here
I knew anda were gone
there was no hope
but somehow I felt anda
I knew anda were near'
the Red lady bug was nothing to fear
anda are still gone
not coming back
I miss anda
I feel anda
and all I have left is the red lady bug
flying far from me
shooken oleh the wind
the pain
we were meant to be
far anda left
Never to Return
the pain destroyed anda
anda were never to be whole
There was nothing left to learn
anda left me that cold night
Without even a hug
I was left behing
all alone
with just a red lady bug
anda left me
crying alone
A week had passed
slow and painful
my red lady bug sat dull
anda were still gone
never coming halaman awal
I couldn't forget anda
but anda were still here
the red lady bug was still here
I knew anda were gone
there was no hope
but somehow I felt anda
I knew anda were near'
the Red lady bug was nothing to fear
anda are still gone
not coming back
I miss anda
I feel anda
and all I have left is the red lady bug