Wednesday, June 15, 2011
aaaaahhhhh sunrise and sunset ....
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
I Try, I Give Up
I got questions in my mind
I need answers, I need facts
What's real and what's not
I've got so much to say
Yet I wonder why
They're not coming out
I've got doubts
Yet I wonder why
He's so clear to me
I know I've caused you
much trouble
much pain
and anger
and tears
and life full of love
Yet I wonder why
It didn't mattered at all
You got me restless
You got me weak
You got me into thinking
Of how I would like this
To end
So I try, I give up.
I don't know where to stand
I don't know what to feel
Or to tell or to ask
I need answers
It frustrates me
Someday I'll know why
You did these all to me
Why I have to pause to have
Second thoughts
Why you always make me
Confuse.
The image of you is unclear
Though I still remember
Every pore of your face
I tried to memorize our
Rusted vivid memory
But it's all blurry
I already questioned my desire
But it didn't answer me
I need to know what's going on
I need not to hide this inside
But you asked me to
I won't talk, I won't tell
But damn, I'm screaming "why?"
(by skybertus, sometime June 2004)
I need answers, I need facts
What's real and what's not
I've got so much to say
Yet I wonder why
They're not coming out
I've got doubts
Yet I wonder why
He's so clear to me
I know I've caused you
much trouble
much pain
and anger
and tears
and life full of love
Yet I wonder why
It didn't mattered at all
You got me restless
You got me weak
You got me into thinking
Of how I would like this
To end
So I try, I give up.
I don't know where to stand
I don't know what to feel
Or to tell or to ask
I need answers
It frustrates me
Someday I'll know why
You did these all to me
Why I have to pause to have
Second thoughts
Why you always make me
Confuse.
The image of you is unclear
Though I still remember
Every pore of your face
I tried to memorize our
Rusted vivid memory
But it's all blurry
I already questioned my desire
But it didn't answer me
I need to know what's going on
I need not to hide this inside
But you asked me to
I won't talk, I won't tell
But damn, I'm screaming "why?"
(by skybertus, sometime June 2004)
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Friday, June 10, 2011
The Realities of Pain : Why hurting is not that bad after all
People are born to get hurt. People are prone to get hurt. You hurt other people and people would hurt you back. You may cry or yell back or break all the plates and glasses in your kitchen, but once you're hurt, it leaves a scratch in your heart that may never heal.
There are a lot of pain varieties a human could possibly have; pain that may be healed temporarily by putting anything to the injured part. Anything temporary. But life has a part where any "temporaries" cannot possibly take the pain away. Those which were planted in hurt, later bloomed to anger, blossomed to rage and ends in wrath.
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