I had 5 minuten to kill, so I wrote this poem. Tell me what u think (and if u get the underlying message)
Raise your chin up high. It doesn't seem like it now, but you'll get by. The world seems to be against you, but remain strong. Nothing this terrible can last too long. Remember that everything u know, the wisdom beyond your years, comes from your everyday freak show. Know that there will be a better dag where u will rarely cry, and u can finally say, I got by. Things finally went my way. I don't regret the person who made my life hard because that's how I got this far. If u can relate to what u read, remember what was said. If this is just a poem to you, no meaning, no way to relate, then you, my friend, have not seen how life is cruel in the young years, and I pity you. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is how u win.
Raise your chin up high. It doesn't seem like it now, but you'll get by. The world seems to be against you, but remain strong. Nothing this terrible can last too long. Remember that everything u know, the wisdom beyond your years, comes from your everyday freak show. Know that there will be a better dag where u will rarely cry, and u can finally say, I got by. Things finally went my way. I don't regret the person who made my life hard because that's how I got this far. If u can relate to what u read, remember what was said. If this is just a poem to you, no meaning, no way to relate, then you, my friend, have not seen how life is cruel in the young years, and I pity you. Ignorance is bliss, but knowledge is how u win.
Sometimes its Easier to inore the truth
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To toon no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
to forget about everything
to sit in a closet and hide forever
Sometimes its Easier, to blame yourself
To think its your falt
To toon no emotion
Sometimes It's easier to keep everything inside
to not let anyone know
to hide everything.
To me, Its easier to say something
To talk
to cry
Its easier to Feel Emotions
Anger, rage, Sadness,
but not fear
Fear is my enemey
He wants to take over my mind
Keep me locked up inside.
I'm tired of being scared
I'm tired of being locked in my own world
I'm tired of being a prisoner.
I will not be afraid,
I will not Let him Win
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so snel, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow u take life's volgende test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. of maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so snel, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow u take life's volgende test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not singing loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. of maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
Heyy there, I know in my last entry I zei I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell u though! I had no commentaren on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start writing to u again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my writing I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and u will understand partly why im jabbering on :) Love to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a muis infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen jaar old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
