Interests
Life is what life is
Through all the ups, all the downs,
Some will be there, some can't be found.
If they won't care as they should, so be it.
This is life in the way that I wish to see it.
You can give your all, or you can try not.
When they decide to leave, what have you got?
You build it up, then it breaks away.
This is life in the way I see it today.
Days come and go, true hearts stay close.
Without happiness, love is an imitation at most.
You haven't stayed close, it's hard to love you,
This is life in a way that is sadly true.
To leave behind such a feeble mind,
forget it and pursue someone real.
This is my goal, and in time...
This will be life and the way that I feel
- By Shauna Dec 7, 2007
Reality
Reality is that slap in the face
When you think you have the world by the tail
And life seems to be moving at your own pace
When you feel like there is no way you can fail.
Reality is there to open your eyes
When you find you were walking with them closed
And it shows you a sight that can surely make you cry
Because with reality, it shows you what you already know.
Reality breaks a person's heart and soul
And destroys dreams and hopes that a person feels
The truth and only truth is reality's only goal
And it doesn't care whose world that it might kill.
Reality keeps me in a state of mind
That I know it has complete control
But sometimes my dreams overtake reality I find
And love lives for a while in my heart and soul.
Reality is not fair.
Reality does not care
- By Shauna W. Oct 9, 2007
Life Is A Prison
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out.
No one to listen,
To hear when you shout.
Climb the walls of insanity,
Ride the waves of despair.
If you fall it don't matter,
There's no one to care.
Used to wish for a window,
To see birds, trees and sky,
But you're better without one -
Stops you aiming too high.
Watching freedom is painful,
For those locked away.
Seeing joy, love and happiness,
Another price that you pay.
Strong is good, weak is bad.
Be it false, be it true.
Your mind makes the choice,
And enforces it too.
Cell walls built by society,
With rules to adhere.
If you breach the acceptable,
You had better beware.
Hide the pain, carry on,
Routine is the key.
Don't let on that you're not,
What you're pretending to be.
Lock it all up inside you,
How badly that bodes.
Look out for that one day,
When it all just explodes.
Leaving naught but a shell,
Base functionality too.
But killing all else,
That was uniquely you.
So how do you grow,
With a timebomb inside?
Or how to defuse it,
Without destroying its ride?
You can't.
- By Shauna W. Oct 9, 2007
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