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Moldova Fields far as the eye can see
Green grass growing
Goats gently gnawing
a hundred happy, "Hi's"
Little children laughing
with Passion in their eyes

Cocaroza calling
Yellow young and radiant
reminds me of my ignorance
"Is this a weed or isn't it?"

Memories made and planted
Upon their hopes and dreams
Maybe one day - I'll find a way -
To talk to them and understand
Frustration For your birthday I really wish
I could have done something nice
I could have bought for you a fish
But that really wouldn't suffice
- and it would have been plain WEIRD

I tried to write about happiness
But the inspiration vanished;
You wrote for me 5 happy things
But to my bag they're banished
- it's too hard to write about OTHER PEOPLE

Then I thought, "A sonnet will do!"
The thought soon left my mind;
Sonnets are written from one to two,
Between lovers who are blind
- your FRIENDSHIP means the World to me

Then I tried to write an ode,
One quatrian is complete.
Odes are things that never grow old
But I just couldn't compete
PRIMUS INTER PARES The teacher arose from her desk at the board
They all heard a scream, as she cried out, "Oh Lord!
You must try to work, you must oh you MUST!"
Then out she ran, losing all sense of trust

At first the class laughed
Then they laughed a bit more
They looked at the tables and chairs on the floor

Then someone said, "The exam's in a week!
Look at your heads, they've all sprung a leek!"
They looked at each other and saw she was right
The loss of their thoughts, the loss of their sight.

"I know!" said Sam, "Here's what we'll do..."
The thought shortly left him, to the door he then flew
He ran down the stairs, he ran to the sun
And after
The Fire Within I open my eyes and what do you see?
The fire of my passion
Burning within
The flames in my eyes
A perfect disguise
For this lonely soul, corrupted with sin
I lost my confidence... For one long year you tortured me
My life a living hell
Each day you tormented me and pushed me to my shell

Your words were wounds
Wrapped in my skin
Seeping within
I see you grin
You laugh at my tears for eternal years

I cried myself to sleep each night,
Worn and weary from losing each fight.
I longed for the day when you were not there
for then I could wear that thing in my hair
Without fearing what you would say

You drove me away
I swore not to stay
I saw you glare and I hated it there

I lost my confidence, you lost my trust
I lose myself and run as I must

Each day I dreaded coming to school
You thought the teasing made
untitled 2 Sitting there so tiny
huddled on the floor
Hugging your legs, resting your head
Staring at the ground;

staring into space

I look at you and wonder
How on Earth it can be true
The two most diffrent people I know
Are just the same, through and through

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I Want...

by ~writing-the-WORLD

I want to fly, into the sky
To see the birds, soaring high
To feel the wind, on my face
To hear the sounds, of this place

I want to drive, far far away
To see the sunset, after day
To feel the cooling, twilight breeze
To hear the rustling, in the trees

I want to stroll, along the sand
To see the waves, hug the land
To feel the sea air in my hair
To hear the children, playing there

I want to travel, far and wide
To see the sunsets, and the tides
To feel the culture, everywhere
To hear the sounds of here and there

I want to live a life of fun
I want to see the setting sun
I want to feel the sea air breeze
I want to hear the worldly glee

I want to be free.

Free from stress, Free from strain
Free from anger, Free from pain
Freedom to have, the right to choose
Freedom to win, and Freedom to lose
Freedom to gain, and Freedom to give
Freedom for life, as long as I live.
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I simply don't know where this came from... I sat down to write after completely giving up on Philosophy notes, and then this happened. I'm confused, because these "wants" especially the freedom ones, I mostly have already.

So why did it bother me enough to find inspiration?

18/10/08
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Mood: Joy ~Blanzeflor Oct 18, 2008
You've been studying very intensely. I think this is simply your heart and soul wanting to breathe. Don't worry--you will! :-) :hug:

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"If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, I will answer you: I am here to live out loud." – Émile Zola

"Options are limited at present but optimism is not."--Blanzeflor
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