why are you crying little child?
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why are you crying little child?
is the world proving to be too big of a place?
eyes so bright
full of what should be innocence
but what is changing to be something else
why are you crying little child?
are people not as nice as you trusted them to be?
face so young
expression that should be full of joy
is now dictated by pain
why are you crying little child?
is your mother gone? your brother gone? your best friend wiped away?
all destroyed by an evil game
that no man should play
is the world proving to be too big of a place?
eyes so bright
full of what should be innocence
but what is changing to be something else
why are you crying little child?
are people not as nice as you trusted them to be?
face so young
expression that should be full of joy
is now dictated by pain
why are you crying little child?
is your mother gone? your brother gone? your best friend wiped away?
all destroyed by an evil game
that no man should play
"Don't be faint-hearted, I have a solution! We shall go and commandeer some small craft, then drift at leisure until we happen upon another ideal place for our waterside supper with riparian entertainments."
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reading this made me cry..cause all too soon we realize this world is one fucked up place......and happiness is in fairytales
it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
W.T.F.????
did you really cry?
I do believe that there's happiness in the world we live in too, as there is. but sometimes stuff just happens that makes me wanna rethink about my point of view..
what do you mean?
yep i really cryed. its a very sad piece that i relate to oh so well..thanks for sharing it.
it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
oh.. I'm sort of impressed, cause I suppose that means I achieved the emotion I wanted for this one.
you're very welcome.
i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to
everything i do is judged
and they mostly get it wrong
but oh well
'cuz the bathroom mirror has not budged
and the woman who lives there can tell
the truth from the stuff that they say
and she looks me in the eye
and says would you prefer the easy way
no, well o.k. then
don't cry
i wonder if everything i do
i do instead
of something i want to do more
the question fills my head
i know there's no grand plan here
this is just the way it goes
when everything else seems unclear
i guess at least i know
i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world
i do it because it's the least i can do
i do it because i learned it from you
and i do it just because i want to
because i want to
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
it's an awesome song, for sure
Hey, {{eMMI-lou}}! I liked this one a lot! Love to see you sharing.
I hope you don't mind me posting one I wrote in 2004. Your poem made me think of it. It's not pretty but, I felt it fit with this and I wanted to share it with ya.
A Good Man?
Saw the face of a man
A family man
A good man
Friends, family and neighbours would say
Always a smile
Always a pleasant hello
Always at church on Sunday
A pillar of the community
He's clean cut
Has a good job
A fine car
A nice home
A lovely wife
And a hauntingly beautiful daughter
Oh yes, a pretty little lady is she
Daddy's little princess
And on Tuesday nights
When Mommy does her duty with the PTA
Daddy shows his little princess just how much he loves her
And insists that she show her love in return
Daddy loves to see his pretty princess cry
The salt of her tears upon her pillow
Just as his salt upon her tender belly
The stuff his sick wet dreams are made of
He shows his love, every inch
She is numbed by his love
She is robbed by his love
She is violated by his love
She is ripped by his love
She is hardened by his love
She is hated by his love
Her innocence lost
Her love warped, distorted, stolen
Her body a shell
Her mind battered, torn, broken
Her skin dirty and not her own
Her insides trying to jump out
But her Daddy is a good man
A pillar of the community
And Mommy doesn't want to believe her
Leaving is for the answering machine.
thank you twin1!
such wise words.
thank you for reading coachie!
and for your nice words..
hey hey BE! many hugs back at ya!
I'm glad you liked it! aww, thank you.. I'm happy to have gotten something out and down finally - it's been a while.
of course I don't mind! uhh, no, it's not pretty.. but it's good. (feels like a wrong word..) very well written dearest BE!! gave me shivers.
thank you for sharing it.