If people change.... the best way to cope up with life is... move on
The sun’s just a little too bright,
The song’s playing a bit off- key;
The day simply doesn’t feel right,...
You there!
Little grade niner!
Only pick one slice of bread!...
When I was a young girl of five,
I once visited grandma over the weekend,
Oh how the road stretched long, winding, and lonely!...
What one must do
Or is one suppose to...
Nonsense, someone maybe...
So long as I live I breath,
I breath the crisp air during summer,
Summer is when the clouds are high,...
Love.... togetherness .. longing... belonging... everything....
Love is blind, I heard it hundred times
Love is life, I heard it hundred times
It's not necessary that if I love someone then he love me back....
There is a place where nobody can hear you...
When nothing is going according to your plans, know that for every bad time there will be a good moment Thus is the balance of life.
You are your own fear. And being brave means facing it.
For a little moment, there was nothing to fear.
Depth of the weeping heart, that roars in the silence.
This poem is for those who fear of being broken because of not following the rules for a good relationship. Love needs effort. If you give much of it, so love to you.
Being single can sometimes be a bliss.... when we are complete within us, we need no one else. Thats journey of life.....
Your identity is stolen. Your familes, friends and even your lover doesn't know you and instead accepts the fake 'you' as you. In a world where your existence is nothing and you're no longer you, that is my fear
Flesh under floor boards
bones in the wall
blood in the woodwork...
I share thee my sweater
I share thee my soul
...
Hanging from the ceiling
hanging from the walls
...
A very short poem thought about and written one coffee break about a forgotten past.
In this poem, I presented Death as a human being, which it can hurt and paralyze a family. But, death has its own end. As the power of the Lord rises, the power of death ceases. We must have courage in facing it.
Why must I
Why must I look at this glorious sunset when I can gaze upon thy face?
Why must I touch this smooth silk when I can caress thy skin?...
when people became to good for uo, you can't help but hate them
The effects of dashing peoples hopes, the effect of trusting people when you have a God that is your source
After 5 long years of patience, Love has finally captured my heart. Do i listen to my head and run away ? or do i embrace this moment hoping that it never ends and if it does end, i'll cherish the moments of peacefull happiness that it brings