I wish I were gone
I wish I could write for real
I wish my friends were around
I wish they never lied to me
I wish I hadn't drown in this high tide
I wish so many things
I also wish that those many things weren't needed...
I wish I were taller
I wish I had more pleasures in life
I wish life hadn't abandoned me in the ocean
I wish the ocean were gray
I wish I could hide better my filthness
I wish I believed in supernatural forces
I wish God believed in me
I wish so many things
I also wish that those things weren't too many
I wish I were smarter
I wish I didn't disappoint that much
I wish I could find all cures
I wish my fingers tips answered faster
I wish those answers had been enough
I wish so many things
I also wish that some of those things were tangible
I wish I were Lispector
by Laila Chris
Why is it hard to make up a poem or a piece of writing that has some artistic validity? What is art anyway? Why seeking for art innovation if there’s no singularity in it? Sure. Art is never made by the hands of only one person. And this is what makes me love art. I love it because art is built to be called OURS. It’s a group effort of given ideas, a spectrum of shapes, colors, and different perspectives of human condition. It's a wholesome activity which demands efforts from its contemplators.
Sonntag, Oktober 22, 2006
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I don't know why I came up with that:
It's up to me
It's up to us
Living only for the finest things.
Suffering for no reasons: NO MORE
Many times
They say what we should be like.
They tell us to be just like them.
They provide us a God, lifestyle, and fake wellness
Gotta do this
Gotta say that
Gotta behave like this
Gotta cut down on fat
Surprisingly,
Not many reject those forces.
In fact,
The majority respects them.
And it concludes: "What else could we do?"
Why can't they know what to do?
How is it possible to be that fool?
What about being exploited, used, and heisted?
Untie the knots of these damn leashes
Measure your days by the number of words you spit
See yourself through the eyes of the beholder and make them fit
Don't let those strange forces tell you what to buy, sell, or wear
Don't allow your ears listen to crap radio songs
Deny corporate media
Abolish corporate speak
Don't get me started on corporatewear
Prevent your brain with MTV-proof material as well
Most of my favorite writers has had insane mothers
Has Got alcohol issues and intense sexual lives
They've left plenty of legacy to be enjoyed
and it will not be taken for granted.
They had untied their knots way before they were even born
Follow your deep ID wills
Do NOT erase your past
Rewrite it on a golden covered book
Restore your old pictures
and rearrange all fossils
Run AWAY from demented thoughts
Scream to the top of your lungs
Sort out your desires
Fulfill your needs or procrastinate that as you please.
You are not bad
but you are not good either
You are just like me
But time keeps running out...
by Laila Chris
It's up to me
It's up to us
Living only for the finest things.
Suffering for no reasons: NO MORE
Many times
They say what we should be like.
They tell us to be just like them.
They provide us a God, lifestyle, and fake wellness
Gotta do this
Gotta say that
Gotta behave like this
Gotta cut down on fat
Surprisingly,
Not many reject those forces.
In fact,
The majority respects them.
And it concludes: "What else could we do?"
Why can't they know what to do?
How is it possible to be that fool?
What about being exploited, used, and heisted?
Untie the knots of these damn leashes
Measure your days by the number of words you spit
See yourself through the eyes of the beholder and make them fit
Don't let those strange forces tell you what to buy, sell, or wear
Don't allow your ears listen to crap radio songs
Deny corporate media
Abolish corporate speak
Don't get me started on corporatewear
Prevent your brain with MTV-proof material as well
Most of my favorite writers has had insane mothers
Has Got alcohol issues and intense sexual lives
They've left plenty of legacy to be enjoyed
and it will not be taken for granted.
They had untied their knots way before they were even born
Follow your deep ID wills
Do NOT erase your past
Rewrite it on a golden covered book
Restore your old pictures
and rearrange all fossils
Run AWAY from demented thoughts
Scream to the top of your lungs
Sort out your desires
Fulfill your needs or procrastinate that as you please.
You are not bad
but you are not good either
You are just like me
But time keeps running out...
by Laila Chris
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