i am a person living a life of shame.
i am your daughter hiding my depression.
i am your sister making a good impression.
i am your friend atuação like im fine.
i am a wisher wishing this life werent mine.
i am a girl who thinks about suicide.
i am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
i am a student who doesnt have a clue.
i am the girl sitting seguinte to you.
i am the one asking you to care.
i am your best friend hoping youll be there.
this is a great poem from the book chicken sopa for the teenage soul on tough stuff.
i listen to the coração beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grama that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that coração of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to lebre this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those perguntas
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent grama that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that coração of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to lebre this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those perguntas
this is just some free writting i did a mês or two atrás
i'm tierd of waiting for you to tell me how you feel
so i'm not gunna wait for you any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares mais then i think you ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for you
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what you think is it any good??? or is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for you to tell me how you feel
so i'm not gunna wait for you any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares mais then i think you ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for you
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what you think is it any good??? or is it no good??
It is easy to decide,
But not easy to keep a decision
It is easy to talk,
But not easy to say something
It is easy to look,
But not easy to see
It is easy to fall,
But not easy to stand up
It is easy to hurt,
But not easy to forget, to forgive
It's easy to hear but not easy to listen
It is easy to break up but not easy to make up
It is easy to choose,
But not easy to make the right choice
It is easy to like but not easy to love
It is easy to look true but not easy to be true
It's easy to condemn but not easy to change
It's easy to exist but not easy to live
It is easy to leave but not easy say good-bye
But not easy to keep a decision
It is easy to talk,
But not easy to say something
It is easy to look,
But not easy to see
It is easy to fall,
But not easy to stand up
It is easy to hurt,
But not easy to forget, to forgive
It's easy to hear but not easy to listen
It is easy to break up but not easy to make up
It is easy to choose,
But not easy to make the right choice
It is easy to like but not easy to love
It is easy to look true but not easy to be true
It's easy to condemn but not easy to change
It's easy to exist but not easy to live
It is easy to leave but not easy say good-bye
smothered by
música that
breaks the loneliness
in my heart.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
I do miss you,
but I won't tell you.
The secrets of
my coração you
will never know.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
It's wrong.
Thinking of you
leads me nowhere
but to the same pain.
It's wrong.
What you did
is wrong.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
It's wrong,
and you're not
coming back.
I feel it,
I know it,
but I still miss you.
And you're not here,
silence sleeps
with me.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you.
Darling o Darling why did you lie?
why didnt you tell me that i made you cry?
Ah yes the sorrow builds up inside but darling o dirling i dont want you to cry.
Crying and crying tears aflow.
But it is i that lays here dead in the snow.
For my amor is still there but my body is gone
Still your there all coverd in tears.
But you'll be fign in 3 mais years.
You will find yet oneanother.
To fill the gap that i haveuncoverd .
And now i am smotherd away away with the wind as my gram once said.
why didnt you tell me that i made you cry?
Ah yes the sorrow builds up inside but darling o dirling i dont want you to cry.
Crying and crying tears aflow.
But it is i that lays here dead in the snow.
For my amor is still there but my body is gone
Still your there all coverd in tears.
But you'll be fign in 3 mais years.
You will find yet oneanother.
To fill the gap that i haveuncoverd .
And now i am smotherd away away with the wind as my gram once said.
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can you be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
por these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
por talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
And the mountain disappeared
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way
por the light I see in your eyes
The world I know fades away
But you stay
As the earth reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the amor that we have shared
Before time
If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side
The north estrela may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit por the amor we have shared
Before time
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain
When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begins
There'll be no shame
Just the amor that we have made
Before time
(wonderfully performed por CoCo Lee)
told you there was a clown~!
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.
Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do you find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.
Some poems make you cry.
Some poems make you fly.
Others can make you smile.
While some can even make you feel quite vile.
I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if you don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse you so~
This is what I want you to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
oi look! A picture of a clown!
don't pick up your purse
dept can be quite a curse
When your sad and wishing you were dead
then remember these words.."I amor you"
and let it beijoca, smack you over the head.
And even if its not from your chosen one,
at least its from someone. You can never say
that your not wanted. nor will you ever be forgotten.
And as I'm composição literária this poem, I remember something
you once said as you sat in bed.
"I'm not wearing any socks"
......As I get a nose bleed now, has anyone got a tissue? Its very much in need.
