If one day I would disappear
What would change?
I often ask that to myself
If one day I would disappear
nothing would change
I often repeat it
Who am I?
What's my name?
I wish someone would tell me that
even if I know the answers
What is my name?
What is my purpose?
The questions that nobody hear
will not be answered
I have a super power
But I'm not a hero
I'm special?
Then let's exchange places
I'm ...
I am ...
I am invisible
Dispersed in a chaotic world
I am inaudible
A whisper shouted to the storm
I am ...
I am.
I have a super power
but I'm not a hero
I'm special?
Then let's make an exchange
I will give you a piece of my soul
France - The kinds of love by Chocho-Takeda, literature
Literature
France - The kinds of love
The only and true love happens only once in life
Many say so
I smile at that idea
I fall in love every day
I fall in love every day of the streets of my city
I fall in love every day of the ray of sunshine that wakes me up in the morning through the window
I fall in love every day of the sweet smile of the elderly neighbor
I fall in love every day of the embarrassed looks of lovers who hold hands in the street
I fall in love of love
I fall in love of all its kinds
Because there is not only one sort of love
Because love is full of different shades
The one and true love happens only once in life
Many say so
I smile at that idea
Because
North Italy - The canval by Chocho-Takeda, literature
Literature
North Italy - The canval
I want to paint on canvas the world around me
I want to give all that I feel to rough and white surface
With a brush write my story
With a color draw my soul
I want to paint on canvas the world I see
I would like that others would notice their colors
With which they make the world alive
Thanks to which everything is deeper
I want to paint on canvas a white world
I would like to see others paint their own world
Not with the red of blood
Not with the black of the gunpowder
With the colors of hope
With the colors of dreams
I want to paint a world with everyone.
Make a circle, is the world.
Make a circle, is the world.
Make a circle, is the
They look like crystal
The drops behind the window
The cloudy sky keeps me deep in my thoughts
touch the keys monochromatic without producing sound
I look at the empy sheet
The peace
The silence
The symphony of sweet rest
The sonata of tranquility
A key
Another
With the right sequence all is harmony
A key
Another one
The music forms between my hands
I start playing a piece that know perfectly
And then silence
Something is out of place
Something is wrong
The notes and the time are perfect
Yet it is not as it should
I smile to myself as you enter into the room and start again to play
Somehow
Who knows why
The real music for me, is th
I love the cold
It is so familiar
It is part of me
It is part of everything
It is the embrace of the stinging snow
It is the song of the wind at the window
The cold has the smell of wood burning in the fireplace
The cold has the scent of big brother's scarf
The cold has the flavor of hot chocolate in the winter morning
The cold brings embraces
The cold fills the house
I used to love the cold
Because we were all together as one big family
America - I have time by Chocho-Takeda, literature
Literature
America - I have time
The TV in the living room fills the house with noise
running around the house in white socks, I slip on the sofa as my usual
my hands wander in search of the remote control
while the microwave reminds me that the popcorn is ready
Chaos reigns here
nobody can complain
From the living room I hear the news on TV
not like I care about them right now
the DVD
Where did I put it?
I want to see an action movie
Captain America or maybe Superman?
any one
I put the disc and press play
once again I find myself thinking
why I do not have super powers
why should I spend my time between gray offices, papers and ink
Several times they told me
that I have
I am Canada (He wasn't right) by leakittychan, literature
Literature
I am Canada (He wasn't right)
He said they would never see me,
And he was right
and I started screaming,
but nobody heard me.
Those screams echo in my skull,
the pain is constant and dull,
they look at me, they talk to me,
but he was right, they can't see me.
They gave me life, not happiness
I was pushed into namelessness,
empty, cold loneliness,
and I hate it, he was right.
He said I was just a ghost,
and they all liked him most,
he was right, because I know
I am completely lost in his shadow.
They are arrogant and cold,
I must listen but cannot talk,
they choke me, demand silence;
Apparently, he wasn't right
When he said I wouldn't use violence.
"Who are you?"
"I'
Nobody remembers me
To them
I'm invisible
Well not anymore.
I'm sick of all the "Who"s
I'm sick of no recognition
I just want to be seen
I just want to be heard
Sitting in the back
Of the room
Watching the arguments unfold
I wait to be included
It doesn't matter how anymore
I've got plenty of hockey equipment
And plenty to be proud of
But I'm not noticed one bit
Even the ones I've been with since I was little
Don't know I'm there
Well not anymore.
I've got a plan.
I'll be talked about!
I'll be noticed!
And all I've got to do is this...
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Pools of vital fluids are what's left
I've gone too far
I stand ashen faced
But I can't help