Suffered Dreams, Jocelyn Tsui [book recommendations .TXT] 📗

In the World of Grey

Hoping to be where the sun can shine, 

Where the wind breezes through my spine. 

Where everywhere has joy and fun,

Playing underneath the evening sun. 

A place full of laughs and happy smiles,

Spreading through miles after miles.

A place where no teardrops down your face,

Whenever you're sad having someone to brace. 

Not full of cuts and scars over the place,

But a place of delight and full of grace.

But these are simply just my dreams, 

And none of these shall happen it seems. 

I'm trapped in the world of pain and blood,

A place of torture coming in floods. 

Suffering each and every day,

Beaten and almost to be slayed.

I work from day to the dark night,

Working in agony and full of fright.

A tiny mistake and I'll be sacked,

or rather than, to be whacked.

I hear all these stories of a magnificent pleasure,

And to be in those stories is the greatest treasure.

A pathway to freedom is all I wish,

In the sea to be hearing the swish.

Lying with the soft pure green grass,

Forgetting about the horrible past.

A land allowed to simply play,

Bathing by the gorgeous bay.

But these are just my forbbiden dreams,

Where the sun will brightly beam.

Rather than a place of screams,

A better background for the theme.

How I wish to be away,

On my hopeful way.

To a place full of glee,

A place to be finally free.

But it seems I shall forever be here to stay,

In a place full of black and grey. 

To Be Somewhere In Another Place

How I wish to be faraway,                               

Instead of being locked away.                

How I wish to be faraway,                       

Rather than working everyday.            

Wanting to be in a world of happiness,               

A place full of joyous bless.                                    

Wanting to be in a world of happiness,           

A place of no such stress.                                  

Hoping to be free,                                              

How I wish to flee.                                              

Away from this place of pain,                                                                   

Where freedom is in need to gain.

How my dreams stretch afar,                         

Wishing  upon a shooting star.                          

To live in a land of gratitude,                            

A place of a better attitude.                            

To live in a land of hopes and dreams,     

Filling in on the missing seams.                  

Missing seams filled of love,                         

Where flying high full of doves.                      

I want to be where things are shared,        

And wishes and hopes aren't yet teared.                                                                          

Places where dreams allow,  

Dreams floating in the clouds. 

How a wish to be out of this case,

To be somewhere in another place.                                 

No Abuse is The Greatest Use

Wanting to be somewhere faraway,

Somewhere nicer to stay. 

I wish to leave this tortured place,

A place of utter complete disgrace.

A want to be somewhere where the sun can shine,

Where things are rather fine. 

Not this place of pain and hurt,

Not a place where they'd call you squirt.

Of such aggressive abuse,

Ending up with tons of bruises. 

Blood pouring out of scars,

But sadly it's just how things are.

Full of nightmares haunting you,

Resulting black and blue.

Bullying and being picked,

Getting punched and painfully kicked.

I want to live somewhere with desire,

Beautiful places to be admired.

The sky stretching bright,

The clouds puffy and pure white.

The sun shining sunny,

Bees making the sweetest honey. 

Just a simple place of no abuse,

Would be the greatest use. 

Under Threat

I want to feel the another world here,

The gentle breeze through the leaves to hear. 

The heat flowing through me,

Able to see the gentle waves of the sea.

The soft soil beneath my feet,

The flowers' scent so sweet.

The plain pale sky, 

Birds above free to fly.

Another world different to mine - this,

But a place full of bliss.

Not a path that scraps through my soul,

Trapping my life in a place so dark whole. 

In a world to suffer and of depression,

Taking my every possession.

A place of anger and aggression,

Preventing my every expression.

Ignoring my feelings and cries,

The tears pouring down my eyes.

Ignoring my screams of pain,

Keeping me attached to a chain.

Scraping my skin,

My soul turning more thin.

Leaving me under control,

Taking over my entire soul.

Leaving me unable to say my thought,

I'll be beaten if I'm caught.

If I'm not looking like I'm working,

Seemingly like ghosts lurking.

Around me catching if I'm taking a simple break, 

My life, my childhood all at stake.

Oh how I'd want to leave this place,

Not a place like this to face.

Of pain and sweat,

Where I'm under threat.

Wishing My Troubles Clear

In this world of troubles and worry,

Where things are unclear and all so blurry.

Troubles are in concern,

Working from bright day to dark night to earn.

I just want to be at a world of peace,

Not a place where war seems to never cease.

I want to laugh and get some play,

The flowers in bloom in the season of May.

The stars high dancing with the moonlight,

Creating such a glorious sight.

A place full of love and care,

The scent of flowers in the air.

The sun can reach to our hopes,

Fulfilling our dreams and hopes.

Not a place of despair,

But a gentle breeze going here and there.

The sea flowing,

The wind blowing.

But not a place so frightening,

Or a place haunted by lightening. 

Not a single speck of light,

Seemingly always night.

How I wish to leave this place,

With all my troubles clear.

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Publication Date: 03-23-2013

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