House of Ryanne: Silent Cry...

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Silent Cry...

I WISH...

That you can dance with me in the rain, not walk behind me...

That you would look me in the eyes and say those words, where you actually mean it...

That you would listen to me instead of hearing me...

That you would pay more attention to me when I am silently screaming my heart out...

That you can read my mind, not just what I show the world...

That you were the one with me, not them...

That you will really be there, not just me wishing you were there...

~I was listening to an inspiring piece by Craig Eastman and suddenly got the melancholic feeling, and also the inspiration to write something, thus this "Silent Cry"...

To all the people out there, who feels like "Silent Cry", know that you are not alone, no matter if you are bullied, ignored, cheated, or thinks that no one understands you...

John Donne once said, "No man is an island".
All you really need is a listener, someone you can lean on to cry...

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Inspiration Within

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!