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I want to ask you some questions,
Maybe offer you subliminal suggestions
I want to make you think!
Make you hesitate...before you speak
What do you love?
Why do you hate?
What are the things,
In this world,
With which you relate?
What is a friend?
Is it someone on which,
You can depend?
What is pain?
What is shame?
How do you escape,
From all the things that haunt you...?
I am asking you questions!
I am looking for answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?
Tell me, are you alive?!
What do you fear?
And do you hold it,
Keep it near?
What is passion?
Is it a chemical reaction?
A slight infatuation?
Some think it's a distraction!
Where do you turn,
When you've no-where left to go?
In a room full of people...
Why are YOU alone?!
Why do you regret?
Why don't you realize,
That nothing is ever gone...?
I am asking you questions!
I am looking for answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?
And are you alive...?!
(What...)Do you need?!
(Why...)Do you scream?!
(What...)Do you believe?!
Where are you going...?
Where do you flee,
When you're running away from life...?!
I am asking you these questions!
You've got to give me some answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?!
What do you see?
And why do you grieve?
What do you need?!
Have you ever felt free?!
Will you ever choose a side...?!
In the darkest corners of your mind...
Are you alive?!
jlp August 9, 2008-Rewritten May 13, 2014
Maybe offer you subliminal suggestions
I want to make you think!
Make you hesitate...before you speak
What do you love?
Why do you hate?
What are the things,
In this world,
With which you relate?
What is a friend?
Is it someone on which,
You can depend?
What is pain?
What is shame?
How do you escape,
From all the things that haunt you...?
I am asking you questions!
I am looking for answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?
Tell me, are you alive?!
What do you fear?
And do you hold it,
Keep it near?
What is passion?
Is it a chemical reaction?
A slight infatuation?
Some think it's a distraction!
Where do you turn,
When you've no-where left to go?
In a room full of people...
Why are YOU alone?!
Why do you regret?
Why don't you realize,
That nothing is ever gone...?
I am asking you questions!
I am looking for answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?
And are you alive...?!
(What...)Do you need?!
(Why...)Do you scream?!
(What...)Do you believe?!
Where are you going...?
Where do you flee,
When you're running away from life...?!
I am asking you these questions!
You've got to give me some answers!
I want to know!
What do you hide,
And what do you show?
Do you have to choose,
To hold on, or to let go?
Do you accept the truth that's known,
Or do you lie, and deny...?!
What do you see?
And why do you grieve?
What do you need?!
Have you ever felt free?!
Will you ever choose a side...?!
In the darkest corners of your mind...
Are you alive?!
jlp August 9, 2008-Rewritten May 13, 2014
Literature
on becoming alive
thank god for sleeping pills
and the man who gave me a bag
to quiet my mind.
thank god for boys with open hands
and curious minds and naïve hearts
who make me young because
god, you birthed me old
thank god
you birthed me old,
so I could be the one to
measure the livelihood of stars
while the others made
their childhood wishes
come true.
thank god I have a mind
that runs a million miles faster
than I ever could, because
I believe my heart is an hourglass
of honey and grime, and
I’m slowly running out of
time, and I fear
these days are numbered.
thank god for people
who write the words bleeding in my heart
without knowing I
Literature
hold me
I never think
of me in your bed,
but I always think
of me in your arms.
I never know what
you are going to say,
but I always want
you to say it to me.
I came in
just to see
your eyes light up
and I stayed to hear
your voice touch my ears.
I never expect
anything from you,
but I always want
just a little bit more.
Just a little
more of you
to go with
a little bit of me
and a just
a little request:
hold me.
I didnt expect
to even touch you,
but I wished
I could feel you
beside me.
I talked to hear
my own voice
in the silence
and I was shocked
to hear yours
answer me.
I glanced
in you
Literature
Life
Life is quite simple,
but we humans insist on
complicating it.
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All these questions, they represent being alive, what we go through everyday, Our passions, our fears.
Our love, and our hate.
These are the things that makes us feel ALIVE.
I know I'm alive, are YOU?
PROVE IT.
BREAK. THE. SYSTEM.
5-13-2014: "Alive", almost 6 years later, finally got a complete reworking, it still says exactly what it should, but it, without a doubt, says it better. There have been heavy revisions and complete rewrites throughout the piece.
Copyright.© The published work is that of the author and no part is to be used, or copied without written permission from me, the author.
Our love, and our hate.
These are the things that makes us feel ALIVE.
I know I'm alive, are YOU?
PROVE IT.
BREAK. THE. SYSTEM.
5-13-2014: "Alive", almost 6 years later, finally got a complete reworking, it still says exactly what it should, but it, without a doubt, says it better. There have been heavy revisions and complete rewrites throughout the piece.
Copyright.© The published work is that of the author and no part is to be used, or copied without written permission from me, the author.
© 2008 - 2024 TheseKrimzonFlames
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This is amazingly written and deeply moving. i love it.