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- Poetry
- Short Stories
- Essays
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- Short Films
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Can’t Somebody Do Something? (possible song lyrics)
Once she comes, she’s bound to go.
The next girl’s waiting, she’ll take her place.
“It is inevitable, nothing can be done,”
So says the teacher during his obligatory lecture.
*Well, can’t somebody do something?
Does it have to be this way?
I don’t want her to go, I want her right with me!
She’ll become nothing at all!
Once I come, I’m bound to go.
I gotta’ leave room, the next girl’s coming.
“It can’t be forever, just enjoy it while it lasts,”
So says the teacher right after class.
**Well, can’t somebody do something?
Science has got more progress than before!
The blessings I have will be taken away from me!
I can’t stand feeling nothing at all!
Bridge: The past is gone, the years go by.
Always someone to replace another.
When I go, there’ll be another.
When he goes, there’ll be another.
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How Can There Be…?
A camera won’t steal your soul.
The bed bugs aren’t gonna’ bite.
Dark does not mean evil,
Light does not mean good.
Thunder is not the gods’ quarrel,
It’s a bunch of sound waves at full blast!
Rain is not the sky’s tears!
Doesn’t every story work like this?
A fat man can’t go to every home,
A rabbit won’t secrete chocolate,
A baby’s bow doesn’t make you ache.
Only hormones do that!
A mother’s lost daughter doesn’t bring winter,
The daughter’s return doesn’t bring spring!
If all this is made-up,
Then what else is?
Souls, ghosts
Deities, gnomes,
Angels, devils,
Goblins, witches.
It’s universal, I see,
But it’s all a big lie
That’s been said a million times
So that people buy it.
“The Jews are evil,”
Said many a dictator
To rouse the people.
Isn’t this the same?
STOP. LIVING. IN. FANTASY.
GET. EVIDENCE.
LOOK. AT. WHAT. WE. HAVE. NOW!
SONG
write me a lyric
spill it on the paper
let it run, run across the page
be its own
sing me a song
tickling your lips
let it trickle down your throat
and touch your heart