Biography of Lyrael Myrna
I've always been very musical... I have been singing since the age of four. I am in senior high school at the moment and love to write songs and poetry. Make a note that most of my entries are infact songs and I apologise and know that this is 'Poem Hunter'. I play the piano, guitar and sing. I am a drama/ english nerd. I also have a knack for foreign languages and speak fluent indonesian, tetum (language of East Timor) and german (because my little half brothers are german! and i kind of have to to communicate with them!) When I am older I wish to either pursue a career as a composer/ lyricist/ singer/ performer (they all really come together as one big thing...) or become a Primary School Teacher which seems to be a more stable/realistic bet. Overall my aim is to write poetry from both my own views and through the eyes of others that cant speak for themselves
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Lyrael Myrna's Works:
I wish I was a teddy bear
Someone thinks I'm human
Where did you get that spoon from?
The Duck, the cake and the electric fry pan
What makes us want to lead a normal life?
Spoonerisms and find to where them
Goose, Goose, DUCK!
Lyrael Myrna Poems
There You Were
There you were You’re always laughing at me Is that how life’s supposed to be?
Into The Abyss
Expression Blank, She reveals little, She doesn't understand the world, She’s socially dyslexic
Not Such A Foolish Little Girl
Go on Block me From your world You’re life
Friendship Lasts Forever?
Something inside of me Won’t let me get this out
Lies In The Sand- A Poetic Dream
The poet is old, wrinkled She sleeps after her Life-long dreams Head sunk into the cooling sand
God can’t tell us God can’t save us God can’t wipe our tears God can’t save us from our fears
Father I’m listening To all your travels and plans Take me away From all this troubled land
It's Not Worth Crying Over Spilt Milk
You told me all I needed to know Somehow you came amidst the vacant show To tell me something I might fear Something I don’t want to hear
The Lady In The Window
She sits upon a naked chair Watching the naked sky Out the window of uncertainty She wants to stand and fly
She’s sick of this sickness She’s tired from this tiredness She’s crazed from this madness She’s destroyed by these words
Broken Sculptures And Superglue
They sculptured me Into many things Programming my mind To project illusions
Sink into the ocean Take a look at your demands Spiral down Like a clown
I’m so tired of everything You and your mind has to say Leave me? Love me? Love me? Leave me?
Eyes Of The Dreamer
Eyes of the Dreamer Won’t back down from this life Until I fall and my problems will be fixed I sit by my window and watch the rain fall
A Sick Man
A sick man deprived of Love, alone
Steals the love that others own
He wants, He needs, He Thirsts, He taunts
Till love is just a thing that’s earned
He doesn’t know how to love anymore
Even what love is- he now ignores
Belief in such that love begins by
Receiving one small kiss
Is this love? Is it bliss?