woensdag 9 maart 2016 @ 03:35 0 stares
Wonder how the view is from there
I wouldn't know 'cause I like to sit
Upon the floor, yeah upon the floor
If you like we could play a game
Let's pretend that we are the same
But you will have to look much closer
Than you do, closer than you do
And I'm far too tired to stay here anymore
And I don't care what you think anyway
'Cause I think you were wrong about me
Yeah, what if you were, what if you were?
And what if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
I know you've got it figured out
Tell me what I am all about
And I just might learn a thing or two
Hundred about you, maybe about you
I'm the end of your telescope
I don't change just to suit your vision
'Cause I am bound by a fraying rope
Around my hands, tied around my hands
And you close your eyes when I say I'm breaking free
And put your hands over both your ears
Because you cannot stand to believe I'm not
The perfect girl you thought
Well what have I got to lose?
And what if I'm a weeping willow
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I'm a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I'm a toothless leopard?
What if I'm a sheepless shepherd?
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?
You don't know me
Never will, never will
I'm outside your picture frame
And the glass is breaking now
You can't see me
Never will, never will
If you're never gonna see
What if I'm a crowded desert,
Too much pain with little pleasure?
What if I'm the nicest place you never want to go?
What if I don't know who I am?
Will that keep us both from trying
To find out and when you have
Be sure to let me know
What if I'm a snowstorm burning?
What if I'm a world unturning?
What if I'm an ocean, far too shallow, much too deep?
What if I'm the kindest demon,
Something you may not believe in?
What if I'm a siren singing gentlemen to sleep?
Sleep
Sleep
maandag 4 januari 2016 @ 14:23 0 stares
The newscaster announces sorrowful happenings in a dispassionate way. A script is already laid out for him so he doesn't make a mistake. He reads it off mechanically
People soon grow accustomed to any kind of terrible thing. They avert their eyes from the wound and forget the pain...
If it is that the world is crying, I will join in the lament.
I can't just pretend that nothing happened
If someone is crying, I will stop for them.
To remain indifferent would make my life meaningless.
Raw tears cover the front page of the newspaper. Endless chains of war pave a road to despair. If someone shakes hands with someone else, might a white dove take flight? Someone who knows, please tell me
A person whose heart became heavy changes the channel away from the news. Probably looking for something like a funny cartoon "I'm completely powerless. I can't do anything. All I can do is cry together with you" "I don't want to get used to sadness. That's why, if the world is crying, I will cry along with it"
The newscaster relates indifferently the sad event broadcasted on TV. Reading aloud the manuscript written in advance so that he won't make any mistake.
No matter what kind of painful things people go through, they will eventually get used to it. If they turn away their eyes from the wound, they forget the pain...
If the world is crying, I will cry too.
I can't pretend that nothing has happened.
If someone is crying let's stand still in that place.
I am not worth living if I am indifferent!
On the first page of the newspaper are fresh tears. The chain of conflict is the road to despair. If somewhere I shake hands with someone, will a white dove fly? Tell me, clever people
People whose heart started to hurt switch the news program. Surely they will even go watch funny videos.
If the world is crying, I will cry too.
I can't say it is the problem of a country far away or that it is someone else's business.
If someone is crying, people around should help.
Living in the same age, I am one of them.
"I am powerless. I can't do anything. I can just cry along." "I don't want to get used to sadness. Therefore, if the world is crying, I will cry too." The sad events being broadcasted on TV by a disinterested newscaster. Taking care not to mess up on his last-minute script. He read on in a mechanical voice. No matter what kind of painful things happen, humans will get used to it. Averting their eyes from the wound to forget the pain…
If the world is crying, I will sob too.
I can't pretend that there is nothing wrong.
If someone is crying, let's stand still together with them.
If I stay apathetic, then there's no value in being alive.
A page on the news, vivid tears, chains of dispute are the road to despair. Is there anywhere I can hold hands with someone and set doves free? Tell me, oh wise one
Those who feel sorrow in their hearts will surely switch the channel to watch something funny, right?
If the world is crying, I will sob too.
I can't say it's not my problem just because it's happening in a faraway country.
If someone is crying those around should help, because I am one of the people living in this same era.
“I am powerless, can't do anything. I can only cry with you” “I don't want to become used to sorrow. So,if the world is crying, I will sob too”
If he world is crying, I will sob too.
I can't pretend that there is nothing wrong.
If someone is crying let's stand still together with them.
If I stay apathetic then there's no value in being alive.
Did you really want to die?""No one commits suicide because they want to die.""Then why do they do it?""Because they want to stop the pain.”
dinsdag 31 maart 2015 @ 14:08 0 stares
Ik, Doornroosje, zal nu ontwaken zonder hulp te lenen van iemand. Zelf wanneer ik alleen ben, zal ik ontwaken zodanig dat ik naar morgen kan wandelen. En als het ochtend licht te helder is en mijn tranen overvloeien, ook dan hou ik mijn ogen open. Het maakt niet uit hoe stekelig de weg is, ik voelde me goed zolang ik bij jou was.
Toen ik merkte dat jij, jij die altijd naast me stond, verdwenen was in het woud zo ver weg, en hoe hard ik ook schreeuwde,... Als het nu een slechte droom was of niet, zolang het maar geen realiteit is. En ik probeerde op dat moment die wens te maken, maar zelfs wanneer we een eed van 100 jaar zouden afleggen, het prachtige paleis zou nog steeds afbrokkelen in duizend stukjes.
Ik zal nu ontwaken in het woud van de stad zodat wanneer de nacht eindigt, ik mijn toekomst kan vinden. Ik veeg mijn tranen en kijk verder dan het blauwe licht en staar naar de hemel. Iedereen is geboren, kijkend naar de toekomst. Ze merken de morgen op en openen hun ogen, want mensen zijn zo geboren zodanig dat ze hun tranen kunnen veranderen in hoop.
Zo ik zal ontwaken en heb geen hulp nodig. Want wanneer ik dan alleen ben, kan ik vooruit wandelen. Zodanig dat de nacht eindigt, ik naar de toekomst kan kijken.
zaterdag 16 augustus 2014 @ 07:47 0 stares
Hey, als ik mijn ogen sluit kan ik je lach zien. Die liefde, dat licht dat zacht op mij schijnt. Ik kan je stem horen, zacht zeggend: "geef me een glimlach en blijf stralen." Zoals pijn op een dag veranderd in moed zullen herinneringen veranderen in liefde. Laten we wandelen op deze weg waarop we niet kunnen terugkeren. En laten we onze stemmen gebruiken om onze gebeden te laten echoën door de bergen die ons omringen. Ik beloof dat ik mijn droom laat uitkomen. Dankjewel voor je liefde.
Juist zoals die onschuldige dagen spreid en reik ik mijn handen naar de helder blauwe hemel, mijn dromen achterna lopend naar de toekomst die ik nog steeds niet kan zien. Laten we onze tranen vegen en over de weg lopen die we hebben gekozen.
zaterdag 19 juli 2014 @ 11:33 0 stares
