Experience is Everything and NothingEverything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Let Go Hold OnEverything that matters or should matter let it goEvery person that ever loved you or will love you let them goEvery dream or wish you've ever had let them all goEvery wrong you never corrected just let goEvery hurt you ever felt or will know let them goEvery joy you may bring to others that brought joy to you let them all
goGiving up is easyBut holding onto all that is dear to you or that you'll ever care forIs what sets us apart from those that just give up and those that refuse to walk away
What's The Matter Here?What came before the waking?And what came before the dusk?If the world continues to keep brakingwhat will become of us?It's not as though we have a choiceto listen to one another or follow thesound of another's voice.I don't think we don't think.I don't think we even blinkat the thought of what we've gotor is it what we have or have not?How then do we make this work?Did we forget it doesn't need us for it to work?Did we even know that after all?Do we really understand?It's not ours to do with as we wishwe aren't all just a drift like a school of fish.If you turn then I turn too,and if I turn then you turnthat's just what we doyou go your way and I go mine tooBut eventually we run out of room and we run out of time.Where does it end?Where does it my friend?Where?Where?Where?
Shadowy MemoriesShadowy MemoriesMy past is a shadow,It goes wherever I goAnd when I die,My shadow will danceIn the light of the world no more.
Bacon and EggsBacon and EggsIf I should ever live to seeThe end of the world by one hundred and threeAnd know the sound that it makesWhen it breaksI hope it sounds like bacon and eggs.
All of These ChangesIt was a big day and a little day.Something's didn't really change at all,and something's changed very little,and something's changed in a really big way...but all of these changesare for right now temporary until things change again.To put it any simpler than this, changes were madeand changes for right now were made...but to just call them changes would be best then tocall them good or bad changes at all.I suppose that there's many positive ways at looking at today,but for right now the best thing that could be said about today is thatit's over and tomorrow looks much more hopeful than today had managed to be.
Master The ImpossibleMaster The ImpossiblePay complete attention to nothingand pay no attention to everything.And if you can do both at the same time,then you've managed to master the impossible.
Procrastinating PossibilitiesIf I put off until tomorrow what I could do today,I'll have more time to contemplate how to not screw it up.And if I do screw it up there's always another tomorrow to get it right.
Here's The Hope We All NeedThere I Was Again Tonight,Sitting With The Family,Passing The Food.I Just Sat There,Letting Everyone Else,Have Their Share First.Did I Care?A Tiny Bit,But My Heart Was Guiding Me,Telling Me To Put Myself Last.I Don't Like To Think Of Myself.Only God Knows Why,And I Thank Him For It.I Hate Being Vain,I Honestly Do...Then It Was My Turn.There Was So Much Left,It Looked As Though,A Dent Hadn't Even Been Made.I Grabbed A Thin Slice Of Turkey,And Two Biscuits.They Told Me To Eat More,To Dig In!...But I Just Shook My Head.They Snickered At Me,At The Picky Boy.I Shook My Head A Second Time.They Didn't Understand...Nevertheless,We Bowed Our Heads,And One Man,My Dear Uncle,Spoke.We All Listened,Listened With Sincerity.When He had Finished,Everyone Grabbed At Their Food,Almost As If,They Were Starving To Death...But I Could Tell They Weren't...I'm The Only One,Without Much To Look At...I Just Sat There,Staring Into Space.I Couldn't Help But Thin
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:Hey, what are you doing?That's mine, now give it back.You're stupid, you should just go die!Okay, I'm sorry...What, you failed again?Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,Do you think it just falls from the sky?I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!You better straighten up now you hear meAnd if you keep looking like a dead fish,I'm going to make you wish you were one.I'm sorry...Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,You never want to do anything, you don't even care,Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!I'm sorry!You'rePatheticWorthlessUselessStupidUgly and-IgnoredA lousy person like you should just go die!okay, fine! I will...-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
All EndsIf you cut you'll bleedIf you bleed you'll dieIf you're sad you'll smileAnd if you smile it's a lieIf you lie you'll liveIf you live you'll dieIf you cheat you'll winAnd if you win you'll cryIf you cry you'll loseIf you lose you'll dieIf you run you'll stayAnd if you stay you'll flyIf you fly you'll fallIf you fall you'll die'Cause no-one will catch youIf your life is a lie.
It Shouldn't Matter“Show us your face” they demandBut why should I?It’s my face, my life isn’t it?It’s not “hiding” my reasons are my ownAnd that should be enoughRight?He’s a relaxing voiceA faceless manWith a clever sense of humorHe’s a beautiful personAnd that’s enoughThe cruelty drags me downI’m tired of seeing itI’m tired of the scrutinyI want to be a cartoon characterStop looking at meWhy are they so determined to know?It isn’t importantHe should be judged on his own meritsA face shouldn’t matterHe is beautiful anyways
HopeHope is just the liesI tell myselfHope tells me tomorrowWill be better then todaySo I don't cry myself to sleepHope whispers that next timeI'll do things rightWhen I only make it worseHope says that everything will be alrightWhen I know it won't beHope promises that there is a perfectPerson for me and that one dayI'll find that personHope shouts that one dayI'll do great thingsAnd will always be rememeberedSo that I'll never truely dieHope sings of a better placeWhen there isn't oneHope mocks that it could be worseBut most of the timeI'd do anything to not be meHope is merely a lieBut that's okayBecause a lot of things are lies
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?To feel so socially awkwardaround people that you feeluncomfortable in your own skin,knowing that you don't fit in.And, you walk away...thinking that being alonewill be better for you -but you're wrong.You just feel even more alone;even more rejected from society;perhaps even sad, in some way.What do you do while waiting for someone?As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -hoping they'll come soonlest you seem like a lonerwalking aimlessly around,causing people to pity you.And your face gets hot,you start to sweat becausethey know -they know of how alone you areand they feel sorry for you.
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown
because it rained againThere is nothing new to say about rain.There are clouds, there are tears, there are mourners. sometimes when I let myself be a child I can convince myself that there are stray kittens or reindeer lost since Christmas on the roof, but then it thunders and I shudder and lightning tears at the veil and, clumsily, there is reality. Or more innocently, there is the truth.Then, we're back to rain again.It's rained before, too often. I look forward only to puddles. They're the only mirrors I trust. They're the only way I can look at something that shows me the world I'm already facing, and feel beautiful. When the puddles dry up, I just avoid myself all together.Unfortunately, that doesn't exclude self-talk.---So it's rained before and there's nothing new to say about it.Strangely enough, though, the freshness that follows always surprises me. It's like getting a new season every time angels cry, something I've heard before but never let sink in (Well, what is there to cry a
The EpiphanySometimes,I want to give up.I imagine we all feel that way.Like, living my life,just isn't enough..All hard work, with no play.I feel this way fairly oftenand I try to push it away,but when I get right down to it,it's just a part of who I am,and face it, it's there to stay.And I know there are others like me,but that doesn't make my problems less real.No, I'm not going to kill myself,I'm just trying to share the way I feel.I don't want sympathy,or even attention,I just want to live my life,and not feel any need for redemption.I want people to know,that there are people like them.And this suffering is somethingthat will be fixed, hemmed.All in all,I guess I want to say,live your life in the present,and try and smile every day.
I am.... Stereotyped.I am.... a nerd.I wear glasses,I play in the band,I get good grades,Like video games,I'm weak and spinelessBut so much smarter than peopleLike you.I am.... an outcast.I dress funny,I act weird,There's something wrongInside my head.I'm too dumbTo understand peopleLike you.I am.... an art freak.I doodle over everything,Dress a little different,I am always colorfulAnd pretty happy,I see the worldDifferently than peopleLike you.I am.... a gay guy.I talk like a girl,I just adore the color pink,Oh, and I'm going to Hell.I have no morals,And instead I have AIDSAnd should be kept from peopleLike you.I am.... emo.I dress in black,Have sidesweep bangs,And cut myselfBecause life sucks.I hate my life andMy parents and peopleLike you.I am.... a prep.I am mean and neastTo everyone.I love dramaAnd back-stabbing.I am perfect andWay better than peopleLike you.I am.... a jock.I play sportsLike wrestling or football.I have no brain,Just brawn.I a
It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.It is impossible to lift.it is impossible to breathe.It is impossible to see.It is the only thing that can be heard.It is why the stars disappear at night.It is why every light drifts by without stopping.It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.It is why nothing else matters in the end.It is my disease.It is my disability.It is my misfortune.It is my death sentence.
The person everybody seesI want to screamI want to cryI want to kick and punchAnd get rid of these emotionsInside of me.But I wont.Because that ruins my imageOf a normal girl.Outside is a normalHappy, hyper girl.Inside are all theEmotions that I can't show.I want to screamAnd shoutAnd hitAnd run awayAnd cry until I cant seeBut I wontBecause you allWouldn't handle the real me.The one who's bitchyThe one that's over sensitiveThe one that doesn't listenThe one who hates everythingSo leave me aloneSo I can cryAnd screamAnd shoutSo that I can beThe personThat no one else sees.
What is fear?I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.“What is fear?”The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.“What is fear?”The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I asked a girl with scars on her arms and a scowl on her face.“What is fear?”She laughed derisively. “If you need to ask, you won’t know.”“But I do know!” I protested. “I know that fear is. I just want to know what you think fear is.”“Do I have to answer?”I smiled encouragingly. “As
SurviveWhispers in my earCompel me to surrender.But I will not hear;I defy my contender.Defeat is not an option;There is no other way:Survive against all oddsTo die another day.'Tis the oldest battlecry;The only ultimatum.Fight until you dieRather plain verbatim.To be classified as "alive,"Survive, survive, survive.
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