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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Happiness... Maybe
[time] => 2004-02-03 19:14:34
[hometext] => This Christmas Eve, I was englightened. Everything hit me. WARNING: Bilingual poem (new style mixing English with French rhymes)
[bodytext] => This Christmas Eve, i pulled up my sleeves for something that I received Never could conceive being here, Santa came n didn’t bring what I achieved C’est vrai ke jparle de moi, mais c’est la première fois ce mois, cette année J’ai arrêté de penser, commencé a ressentir, après une longue série d’évènements De constats sociaux, de gros changements de mentalité, sentimentalité My family’s downstairs, god is upstairs, and I’m in a chair saying this prayer Thank you for what happened, I’m actually happy for being this aware Ce que j’ai toujours voulu a toujours été à l’intérieur, pas dans ce qui m’entoure Ce que j’ai toujours voulu, j’ai toujours eu peur de pas pouvoir en faire le tour Mais j’ai trouvé le bonheur, true happiness, I know where it resides, it’s inside I’m aware of my surroundings, what’s happening, I have pride for who I’m tied to Who I cry to, who I want to die with. Family, that’s what it’s about, nothing’s above Being happy is not an image, and family doesn’t always rhyme with love Le respect, l’amour de ses proches, c pas juste des mots pour bien paraître It’s like traffic signs no one pays attention to, when that’s what you should be doing the highway of life's destination ain’t St-Jerome, good is what we’re pursuing and happiness. I can’t begin to describe where it comes from. On peut dire, c’est comme La famille, les amis, l’amour, c’est les briques de ma maison, c’est pas ce qui me forme What I’m made of is of myself, it has no name, it has no game, and I am not being numb When I wanna be more like me, riding down the road with no map, fill in the gaps In my house, my life. Je suis un tronc, j’ai besoin de rien pour tenir debout Mais chaque branche, chaque racine, j’en suis reconnaissant comme tout Every friendship adds more leaves, every hardship is a whole fall, the season Not the verb, like words, they’re important to develop character and reason Without words you cease to exist in a mist, so make a fist and hit, hit your hardest With a syllable make sentences harvest, make sounds flow, spit like you’re possessed C’est pour ça qu’il faut pas être muet, ni sourd, faut entendre les actions de tous Danse entre deux arguments, deux moments où le vent se sème, la colère pousse But don’t dance too fast cause the music won’t last, you’ve heard it all before Just let time pass, always go to class, and don’t forget to open the door Une porte fermée donne un esprit clos, un cerveau borné rend un homme sot Alors donne-toi un but, ais de l’ambition, pour être heureux c’est encore une façon Because confidence can give a cursed person wings, so don’t be shy when saying hello Because you won’t know, when happiness knocks on your door, ull be sleighing on snow [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Xenodata [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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