Candice

So near yet so far....yet if so near then how can one be so far?emotional detachment stabbing at the emotinally attached.Those without the ability to detach but also without the ability to speak-out. So quietly they die inside, sadly beautiful on the outside.Paper machee smile, painted redder thatn the blood that may soon spill out of their viens.Pathetically pretty headress to cover the mental turmiol caused. Then the scream of a colorfully dull outfit hiding the slow physical decaying. Unseen by the judgemental all-seeing human eye, untold by the know-all chatterbox. Known maybe by the peaceful dove who reminds the soul to hold her peace. The proud peacock who knows no effort to look good is in vain. The child who learns that all that glitters is not gold. Them the tears, late at night when there's noone around but ur fellow ghosts of turmoil, of silence. Finally the self hatred , ur personal judge, jury and executioner..... The questioning- do i deserve? Am i worth it? Was i meant to? The conclusion- no. The punishment- bitter resentment........ Such is attachment to Detachment

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can't understand

Friday, May 11, 2007 9:18:10 AM

I cant understand why things happen they way they do.
The anger, frustration, confusion, again the frustration always-
Always swirling around me, pulling ,me into an abyss
Deeper and deeper, until i feel my soul leave my body
The paim so strong it becomes to much for one to handle
So painful as it pounds in the cages that surround it......
And then the silence
And the Darkness
And i sleep long and deep[/B][/I][/FONT]

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i rise

Tuesday, May 8, 2007 2:35:16 PM

I rise thru time, my head held high, my head steady and strong.
Through streets i tread on, trudge 2 ny unknown destiny.
I'll rise through time, my shoulders i'll not sag, nor with my mouth brag.
My journey's just begun.
The end is still unknown.

I rise through time,with each sunrise i come alive, with each breath of fresh air.
As the wind blows and the cock crows.
I rise through time, and fear, and hurt.
Through laughter and tears.
Through it all i stand proud

I can hold my own, nomatter wat they say, or think, or do, or feel.
I am me...
Thats all i can ever be, all i need to be, all i want to be.
My own heart is wat beats in my chest.
Throw the world in my face, i'll rise above it
Hatred and troubles, i will rise over.

My joy gives me strength, lifts me up
High aboe it all.
So as time rises, i rise 2.
I rise through time, time, through time i rise

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in my own words

Tuesday, May 1, 2007 1:54:02 PM

Though the sun was not shining wen i woke up this morning, the birds were stirring from slumber, the world around me was coming alive to trudge through another day on sweet mama Africa's dusty roads.They rise 2 fight another battle, 2 shed another tear, 2 swat another day.They wake up 2 be robbed of more of their weath, 2 be depicted as poor wen they hold most of the world's wealth in their breast!!They ive to be turned against each other, 2 shed each others blood, while theives look on and smile with glee....and stall for time like vultures waiting to reap wat they have not sown.We rise to see more of our loved ones die.We stand up to be oppressed.We cry to fill the oceans that benefit everyone but ourselves!!!Yet we stil we are happy at the dawning of a new day and 2 see dusk.....and though the moon will not always shine when i go 2 sleep, the silence of the night in mama Africa's sweet cradle wil guide my dreams to see yet another dawn [/I][/FONT][/COLOR][/I]

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