" 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
Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look progressivo, para a frente to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look progressivo, para a frente to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
The dia is Ending
The sun is Setting
All is over
But i am sad
My coração is still grey
My friends are mad at me
And i am still sad
I go to sleep
But i can not stop thinking of what i have done
Will my friends ever Forgive me
And i am still Sad
I Have hurt a friend and Choked another
What have i done
And i am still sad
Why have i done this why
I have been tricked
Betrayed even
por the Evil one
I must get him
Pay him for what he has done to me
When i have done so my friends will be happy
And so will i
The sun is Setting
All is over
But i am sad
My coração is still grey
My friends are mad at me
And i am still sad
I go to sleep
But i can not stop thinking of what i have done
Will my friends ever Forgive me
And i am still Sad
I Have hurt a friend and Choked another
What have i done
And i am still sad
Why have i done this why
I have been tricked
Betrayed even
por the Evil one
I must get him
Pay him for what he has done to me
When i have done so my friends will be happy
And so will i
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
To give it all away
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw
Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer
Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure
The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be por my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num
Please you cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave
Pain fills me
Getting hit por the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall
Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well
I call for you
But all you do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down
All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry
They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright
To be loved one day
Never liking what i saw
Never seen a face this raw
Believing this silly lie
To see this pathetic life
My pain grows stronger
My life go longer
Pain fills my soul
Never able to make my life Whole
To die would be a pleasure
Hateing my life just a measure
The thoughts of suicide
I just want someone to be por my side
Hanging myself infront on mum
My neck soon turns num
Please you cry
It was my choice to die
Never able to breath
Mother would never leave
Pain fills me
Getting hit por the bully
Hated it all
Hang myself in the mall
Screams fill my head
Never tucked into my bed
My life was hell
All they ever say is oh well
I call for you
But all you do is screw
Falling into water to drown
With and brick to keep me down
All i ever do is pray
That maybe i can stay
But im left to die
All to do is cry
They never shared
They never cared
Lift my up into the light
I know my future stands bright
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.
