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jieyan: PEnS PLEA The pen is not a tool It is the writers souls partner The pen is not used To judge people Without a thorough investigation It is not made to ruin lives Rather it's alive To give joy to people's lives A pen is not wicked To trick innocent minds A pen is truly mightier than a sword When it's used by a pure-hearted man But a pen is just a wood Compared to a sword When used by crooked minds Writing is a freedom Not a freedom to put people down Writing is not a God Choose your pen Choose your words You're mind is still as fresh a The newborn child. http://www.fanstory.com/images/icn31.gifs |
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jieyan: PENâ??S PLEA The pen is not a tool It is the writerâ??s soulâ??s partner The pen is not used To judge people Without a thorough investigation It is not made to ruin lives Rather itâ??s alive To give joy to peopleâ??s lives A pen is not wicked To trick innocent minds A pen is truly mightier than a sword When itâ??s used by a pure-hearted man But a pen is just a wood Compared to a sword When used by crooked minds Writing is a freedom Not a freedom to put people down Writing is not a God Choose your pen Choose your words Youâ??re mind is still as fresh a The newborn child. http://www.fanstory.com/images/icn31.gifs |
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jieyan: QUESTIONS & DOUBTShttp://www.fanstory.com/images/icn23.gif Some says you�??re a genius Others prefer you as a jerk Many told me you were strong A few tagged you as a coward They look at you as a king But rumors says you�??re a peasant She told us you were her lover He complained that you�??re not a man Nobody lived to tell the truth Everybody has their own perspective Would you care to tell everyone Who are you? What are you made of? It doesn�??t really matter anyway What matters to me now Is to see you personally But a boy told me, you�??re dead How could it be? An old woman whispered that you�??re immortal Questions? Still on my mind I doubted�?� Problems unanswered�?� Left behind�?� Memories forgotten�?�then again, I�??m gone. |
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jieyan: Iâ??M A CRIMINAL Writing is my crime Sentenced to death on a silver chair Wired... Nobody heard my cry Nobody noticed my tears Nobody helped.... Fuse 1 active.... I canâ??t hear the priestâ??s prayers... I wanted my voice be heard... I wanted the truth to be revealed.... I got an answer... Fuse 2 engaged..... My hands are now shaking... My shirts wet with bloody sweat... The governmentâ??s a fraud... So they put me in this deathâ??s artefact.. The phone rang...... Maybe thatâ??s the call from the stupid president A call for my final breath... He doesnâ??t want his aWful scent to be known. What a shame... The countryâ??s still a mess...what the heck.. People ought toknow whatâ??s behind those fake smiles and fake activities being showed to the press,,, Iâ??m not a poet, iâ??m a criminal, a convict Maybe youâ??ll never understand. Better yet, take your pen and write Observe around if you have the guts And maybe someday Youâ??ll never be a poet Youâ??ll always be the victim The convict The criminal Once more, iâ??m not a poet, iâ??m not a journalist Iâ??m the fiercest criminal youâ??ve ever known. Voltage high... electrons chasing each other on the conducted wire... to the silver metal.. to my burnt budy... but my soul will... and always be pure living the life of a POET not a criminal..... |
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jieyan: I walked alone in these dark hallways Through subways and muddy swamps My feet were aching and Iâ??m starving I saw sad peopleâ??s faces every single day I canâ??t really portray their emotions As I reached the golden city The dark forces began to entertain The witches of doom laughing with terror And fear enclosed the hearts of pure soul White horses came with dark knights as henchmen And the doves began changing into hawkâ??s color The river in the golden temple was dried And the ocean in the horizon filled with blood Iâ??m in deep agony in what Iâ??m seeing I left and continued my quest I happened to step on the rural area Just a mile away from the golden city Iâ??m very much delighted with the birds It seems like theyâ??re welcoming me Purely by their sweet voices Trees were everywhere abundant with fruits Iâ??m very starving and I picked one And my heart was filled with gladness The water of the stream was very clear And its as cool as zero degrees temperature Iâ??m amazed and look up above And then I saw it was paradise Thank God Iâ??m welcome To enter the gate The gate of eternal lifeâ?¦.. |
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