I still cry.
Why did you leave me like this?
Why did you have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
You knew you would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep you from being blue
But you resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like you did
I starve myself, like you did
I hid my feelings like you did
Now, Will I die like you did?
Maybe if you would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude comments please...
~OfmiceandDes
Why did you leave me like this?
Why did you have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
You knew you would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep you from being blue
But you resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like you did
I starve myself, like you did
I hid my feelings like you did
Now, Will I die like you did?
Maybe if you would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude comments please...
~OfmiceandDes
Poem Daffodils por William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofá I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my coração with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my sofá I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my coração with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for jantar pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
Andjelija allocate the plates for jantar pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
" This poem is opposite to my mood as I am very happy in my life but I write this poem for the one who are not happy"
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
I feel the darkness in the place
the place which seems bright to them
These people are not mine
but other recognized me with their names
I am feeling miserable,horrible,terrible here
But they are feeling magical,beautiful,peaceful here
I don't resemble to them in any way
I don't belong to them in any way
Here I am living the life that I never wanted to live
here they are living a life , filling their desires things.
This world doesn't seem of mine
and I don't belong to this
This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those rosas are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those cantar birds are very dear to me..
This green grama freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arco iris, arco-íris after a very heavy rain
those as cores can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am cantar with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those rosas are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those cantar birds are very dear to me..
This green grama freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arco iris, arco-íris after a very heavy rain
those as cores can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am cantar with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
Stopping por Woods on a Snowy Evening
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his arreios, arnês, chicote de fios bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his arreios, arnês, chicote de fios bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a borboleta perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The grama is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a urso behind a árvore scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(
