Friday, January 18, 2013

Poem : Jamais Vu (In My Dreams)



























The flames are here, but where did the fire go?
It's winter, but why isn't there snow?
The world is crowded but I'm still feeling alone.
We're all different, but I still feel like a clone.
The people are empty, where did our souls go?
Is anyone happy or do we all put on a show?
How did we become so vacant, without a soul?
How did this happen? How did we lose control?
I look around, everyone's empty and sad,
looking out only for themselves, always selfish and mad.
I talk to you, but you can't seem to hear me.
Don't you want to hear me? Do you fear me?
I reach out to touch you, you're colder than ice.
Every time I think of this, a part of me dies.


I dream of a day when the whole world will change,
when we'll gain control, when we take over lifes' reins.
I dream of unconditional love, a world full of sisters and brothers,
a world where we'll treat ourselves as we want to be treated by others.
A place where we won't need to hide anymore
A place where it's not a mistake to let you see through my soul.
People won't be blind no more, they'll see the truth.
In a place full of love, a world that's bulletproof,
a world where hate doesn't exist, where we respect each other more than ourselves
where we'll be free, we'll get out of our cells. 
A place where money doesn't matter, because love is not for sale.
A world full of realness, a world where there's no shame.
A world full of difference.
A world full of change.


Maybe I am a dreamer, maybe I don't know what I'm saying,
maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm insane.
Maybe I despise hate and fear because I am out of my mind 
or maybe I am really dying inside.
I hope that this world will become a better place.
I dream of the day everyone awakes.
Maybe you disagree, but you'll never bring me down.
I'm so happy in my dreams, I feel like I'm dancing on a cloud.
You're in my dreams now, where everyone is happy.


Maybe I'm a dreamer, 



(I linked some lines to a song that inspired me to write this.)


Saturday, January 5, 2013

Poem : Rise



How many times do we think that it's all over, 
how many times do we say that we'll quit?
How many times do we feel like an impotent rover?
How many times do we think that we can't make it?

But still, through all the hard times that we face
through all the hurt, pain and disappointments in our lives,
we rise, stronger than ever, feeling like the winners of this race,
even if we feel like we're trying to balance steak knives.

How many times do we feel that we live in vain,
how many times do we feel lost?
How many times do we say that we're the only one's to blame?
How many times do we feel like we should pay the cost?

But still, we rise like a phoenix from the ashes,
we rise, walking tall against the rain.
Against all odds, we find light in the darkness.
We rise once more, 'cause it's our time to reign.



(The line "balance steak knives" was inspired by a song, so I thought I should put a link there)