I Forbid You.

THANK YOU CHESTER BENNINGTON

Remember the time when we were young?
Reckless was our mind, careless was our soul.
But in those good times of no trouble,
A kid can have many, where he loses control.
I lost my balance, I stumbled and I fell
Right off the edge,
I realized there was no saving left that is where you and I met.
You picked me back up, made me who I am
When the whole world was outside,
I locked myself up,
Made you a part of my life.
You were the reason for my rhythm on guitar,
The adrenaline to perform.
You made me from nothing to something,
Gave me a perfect form.
I know it seems stupid,
Because we've never met.
But I have known you for a long time now.
Because you lift me up off the ground.
I was sitting in the same room
When the news flashed upon me,
Flashed so bright that I did not want to believe.
“Chester bennington is dead”
How can that be true?
Because I knew that this isn’t something that you would do
Then the reality struck me, calls came like waves
People asking if it is true and if I am okay?
Denial was my shelter, exclaimed it can’t be true
On the inside, I was shattered, heartbroken, sky turned grey from all the blue.
No I am not okay, you made me who I am today,
If it wasn’t for linkin park , my soul would have decayed.
But I don’t think you fully understand the situation, I forbid you to leave
There is this silly kid screaming, “No the legend cannot die”
But this mature man inside pays his respect, hope you find peace in your next life.
But you are alive, more alive that we can ever be,
There is an immortal in our radios, our phones, our TVs, where ever you can be.
Thank you so much chester bennington,
For being there when no one else was.
May your soul rest in peace,
I changed because of you into something from a lost cause.

SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUME

Born in the era of humility, the generation that we are a part of is lost.
The trouble that we are seeking has a cost
And a big one that we’ll have a debt to pay.
Because there is nothing that we need to say
Because the silence speaks volume.
It is the generation of money and flaunt.
It is the time where introverts hibernate while the others step on.
It is not wrong to fly, but what about the broken wings?
When you tend to go high, your body won’t swing,
It will start to fall and no angel will come by
Crash and burn to the ground as you see the dead come alive.
The other people stay still and silent and step in a corner.
Living in their own country but treated as a foreigner.
But their eyes have said enough
Because the silence speaks volume.
You might consider them to be anti-social.
But who wants to step in the dirt knowing this is the worst that could happen to them
It is funny how I am a part of the “extrovert” side but look where it has gotten me?
I am scrapped and dipped in mud,
My life is as broken as it never was.
Being anti-social may have made them feel lonely,
But were they actually lonely?
They had something that will never hurt them,
The music, the sound, the books, the words.
I guess it is that way because it is not worth being “Social”
As we lose a part of ourselves every single day
And we are thrown to the ground, left to decay.
Never should have happened as we lost ourselves somewhere in the middle
And the silence speaks volumes.

Woman Of A Broken Era.

I am a woman.
And I don’t belong in this world
I was supposed to be killed inside the womb.
Because there is nothing worse than to be a girl.
 The day I was born, they looked at me with distress.
Even though I was their daughter, there was nothing but stress.
The faces grew old as the years passed by.
I was loved by everyone,
But wondered, was it only on the outside?
My father held my hand, took me to the park
He made me sit on the swing, as I felt that little spark.
I felt the feeling of being loved.
I felt the feeling of existence.
But somewhere from the dark, there was people standing distant,
Who had eyes on the prize, is that what you call a pedophile?
For god ‘sake, it was just 4 years after I was born,
Are you dead inside?
8 years into existence, my mother took me to my school.
It was great to make new friends.
It was great being a fool.
That time when you think that our biggest trouble was our homework
Loved my life and the people in it, I was feeling star struck.
Adolescence was the age when I started to develop hate.
It was the time of my first love,
For my parents, it was a topic to debate.
The boy felt like wildfire, sweeping through my mind
Every time he was around, sent shivers down my spine.
But mom and dad never got it,
I used to scream at them too.
Never knew they were only worried,
Wanted me to be safe, it was just too good to be true.
Then reality struck me, he was gone in a flash.
I was left broken and my world came down to crash.
But after a perfect time, I got back up to walk a mile.
This made me love my folks more and it made me smile.
But what to do with this country that I live in?
I was growing up.
I was degraded by the people and the hate was not enough.
I went rebellious, as my character was judged.
Because the length of the clothes that I am wearing
Showed the spots where I can be touched.
So I walked down my own path.
Learned to succeed and to cave
When every battle had its scars
That weren’t going to fade.
So I gave up on this life.
Because of this society play.
Tied a rope to my neck
Choked on what they had to say.

Raindrops From Heaven

This life is a gamble, we give or we take
Either we take our chances or rely on our mistakes.
We have been pressuring ourselves for way too long,
It is the only topic left for us to debate.
We have lost ourselves in the middle of
“i don’t wanna go to school” and “I don’t wanna leave this place”
We are all slaves of ourselves.
Looking at each other, our eyes are filled with pity
Having a white collar job and peace of mind with no integrity.
But have you ever tried something that you are not supposed to?
Have you gone crazy and ran and chased yourself like you are forced to?
That is the meaning of life.
It isn’t about being surrounded by assignments and projects
It is about moving out of this glass door, out of these hypocrites.
I do not know which road I will choose when it is time.
All I really know is that it is up to me to choose, not some stupid sign.
So let’s just take off our blazer…Loosen up our tie
Get outside of this air conditioned suffocation
And stand beneath the sky.
When raindrops from heaven fall,
Every soul will synchronize.
There will be a harmony.
A sense of belongingness, even for the ones that have no place to go.
Because for once, everyone will be equal and the place will glow.
The rain shines brighter than the sun and We are the only ones who will ever know.