Wednesday 21 May 2014

Sirens in her head

Even when there was silence around her,
each and every single night..
there were sirens in her head.
Sirens. Loud sirens. That kept going.
On and on, on and off, off and off.
There were noises in the backyard,
there were voices in the front yard.
The screaming and shouting,
was awakening the demons,
her dark and ugly inner demons.
The police cars were chasing,
the ambulances were racing,
the firefighters' trucks were pacing
her peace away,
piece by piece, draining her energy,
her zeal to live.
Her dreams for the future,
getting ripped off from the picture,
the camera shutter sounds,
turning into stutter sounds,
of loud annoying music,
that the DJ wouldn't stop playing.
The party was at its peak,
and the crowd that she had picked,
kept jumping and dancing,
and bumping into her,
kept screaming the lyrics,
she didn't know to her favorite songs,
her favorite dress was sparkling blue,
the makeup she had on was sparkling too,
this night as she had dreamt was a dream come true,
Déjà vu.
It was fun she wanted that she wasn't having.
It was a crime she was committing that she hadn't planned.
It was a trip down memory lane that she couldn't remember.
Uncalled for drama.. was she living her dream?
No. Because she woke up screaming,
and the sirens were gone;
the sirens in her head.


Wednesday 14 May 2014

Cry me a river

Cry me a river.
Your problems are absolutely worth more tears,
trust me.
Cry me a river, I'm listening...

Cry me a river about the many times,
you have fallen, you have failed.
The many times you have fallen
sick, weak, tired and disgusted of life.
The many times you have fallen
and couldn't get back up on your feet.
The many times you have fallen
for someone who broke your heart.
The many times you have fallen
by yielding to temptation.
The many times you have fallen
face in the face of trial,
the face of trouble,
the face of sudden betrayal.
Those many times.

Cry me a river about that fever,
about that sickness that gives you the shivers,
the baby you conceived you're not ready to deliver,
the hangover at work, & your boss, not being a forgiver,
the accidents you've caused your life for being a reckless driver,
eating leftovers, whining and dining as an underachiever,
giving up hope thinking it's all over,
allover around you, failure hovers.
Moreover, the odds never having been in your favor.

You could be much more, so cry it all out.
Dry your well of tears on my shoulder,
Wet my shirt and soak my ears.
Cry me a river, friend.
Sob to sleep, if you have to,
Scream and shout, if you want to,
Lose your voice, if you can't help to,
I'll be right here, cry me a river.

It only gets better.
The wars you fight today are victories you'll live with for a lifetime.
The battles you lose today are opportunities to fight harder.
Opportunities to live for another day,
a better tomorrow.
I'll allow you to cry me a river for now,
only if you'll build a bridge and get over it.
Only if you'll realize that you are meant
for so much more.
So much more happiness,
So much more potential,
So much more ambition,
So much more success.

So, cry me a river.