In this dark world that gets darker bởi the minute, we can only rely on your self,
And no one else. bạn start to fade in and out, bạn can barely hear your self call for help!
Your vision blurring, your words slurring, your tim, trái tim thumping, your last phút here are coming.
bạn see no one, hear no one, and now your done. Your done with the lies, with the good byes. Your done with the hurtful words, done with hearing those mournful words.
bạn go limp and cold, your time is ending when your not that old. bạn know your leaving, but your still having a hard time believing.
The darkness closing in, all your sins coming in. Your taking your last glances around, and finally realize what you've found. bạn hear your name, your name screamed with all the pain etched in.
bạn smile your last smile, bạn smell that vile smell one last time. Now that bạn see that face, that face that comes to bạn in such haste... bạn except it, even if your still perplexed bởi it. How this came to be, how all your shame flew away.
bạn whisper with your final breaths 'come closer, come closer' bạn say deciding its finally time to make them lose there composure. bạn touch their cheek and they tell bạn that bạn should stop talking, your voice is too meek.
bạn look in their eyes, trying to find what you've been looking for all those years, those eyes that are shedding all those tears. bạn look in those eyes, that hold all your fears.
bạn wipe away the tears, bạn wipe away the fears. bạn lift your head and they lower theirs, and bạn listen to your old argurments, to everything bạn said. bạn fight against your body, bạn pour your tim, trái tim and soul, as your eyes turn dark as coal...
bạn spend your last breath brushing the tips of your lips, trembling your fumbling trying to hold the others hand. bạn smile and they cry. bạn start fading off into a natural high, starting to fly away....
bạn say before bạn leave "I'm... s... sorry.... I........" and bạn hang that sentance in the air, bạn spirit starting to leave fighting to stay and do whats fair. bạn hear them crying and your soul can't chịu, gấu it. bạn go into a fit then bạn see all white and bạn leave continuing to bleed....
Your other nods and smile tears falling, they ball their fists, they nod and bạn know bạn have nothing to fear. bạn know. They know. No foe can take away your final words as they linger in your others head, they finger bạn wound and with one last scream, bạn deem it ready for bạn to pass on, going up higher than the sun...
~The End~
And no one else. bạn start to fade in and out, bạn can barely hear your self call for help!
Your vision blurring, your words slurring, your tim, trái tim thumping, your last phút here are coming.
bạn see no one, hear no one, and now your done. Your done with the lies, with the good byes. Your done with the hurtful words, done with hearing those mournful words.
bạn go limp and cold, your time is ending when your not that old. bạn know your leaving, but your still having a hard time believing.
The darkness closing in, all your sins coming in. Your taking your last glances around, and finally realize what you've found. bạn hear your name, your name screamed with all the pain etched in.
bạn smile your last smile, bạn smell that vile smell one last time. Now that bạn see that face, that face that comes to bạn in such haste... bạn except it, even if your still perplexed bởi it. How this came to be, how all your shame flew away.
bạn whisper with your final breaths 'come closer, come closer' bạn say deciding its finally time to make them lose there composure. bạn touch their cheek and they tell bạn that bạn should stop talking, your voice is too meek.
bạn look in their eyes, trying to find what you've been looking for all those years, those eyes that are shedding all those tears. bạn look in those eyes, that hold all your fears.
bạn wipe away the tears, bạn wipe away the fears. bạn lift your head and they lower theirs, and bạn listen to your old argurments, to everything bạn said. bạn fight against your body, bạn pour your tim, trái tim and soul, as your eyes turn dark as coal...
bạn spend your last breath brushing the tips of your lips, trembling your fumbling trying to hold the others hand. bạn smile and they cry. bạn start fading off into a natural high, starting to fly away....
bạn say before bạn leave "I'm... s... sorry.... I........" and bạn hang that sentance in the air, bạn spirit starting to leave fighting to stay and do whats fair. bạn hear them crying and your soul can't chịu, gấu it. bạn go into a fit then bạn see all white and bạn leave continuing to bleed....
Your other nods and smile tears falling, they ball their fists, they nod and bạn know bạn have nothing to fear. bạn know. They know. No foe can take away your final words as they linger in your others head, they finger bạn wound and with one last scream, bạn deem it ready for bạn to pass on, going up higher than the sun...
~The End~
Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever bạn are, your with your dad and bạn can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I tình yêu you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that bạn did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made bạn happy.
I tình yêu you, I miss bạn especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if bạn haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with bạn when bạn needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that bạn did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made bạn happy.
I tình yêu you, I miss bạn especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if bạn haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with bạn when bạn needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from tình yêu so abide.
bạn cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
kẹo coating lies to niêm phong, con dấu the truth.
hoặc painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. bình luận ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from tình yêu so abide.
bạn cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
kẹo coating lies to niêm phong, con dấu the truth.
hoặc painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
Yeah so um if anyone wants to request a poem topic then go ahead. bình luận ? Thanks (:
-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My tim, trái tim is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll tình yêu me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my tim, trái tim held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make bạn see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my tim, trái tim belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
" 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
Sad tình yêu Poems
Sad tình yêu poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken tim, trái tim better than sad tình yêu poems. The poet’s poetic way nghề viết văn may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if bạn are poet hoặc at least feeling like one, why don’t bạn pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad tình yêu poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed bạn my heart
when I handed it to bạn I
told bạn "be careful its
very fragile".
bạn held my tim, trái tim in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew bạn had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see bạn on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told bạn "forget it its my heart
.....
bởi Geoo (me)
Sad tình yêu poems are always one of the best elements of sadness. Nothing describes a broken tim, trái tim better than sad tình yêu poems. The poet’s poetic way nghề viết văn may always find a rhythm with your inner feelings. And better yet if bạn are poet hoặc at least feeling like one, why don’t bạn pick up your pen, in this case your keyboard and write your sad tình yêu poem. Your poem will help many others in times to come.
I'm so obsesses with poems so I wanted to make one too
I handed bạn my heart
when I handed it to bạn I
told bạn "be careful its
very fragile".
bạn held my tim, trái tim in your hands.
When I turned to go I hear
a shattering sound.
I felt a sharp pain go through me.
That instant I knew bạn had
dropped my heart.
I turned to see bạn on your knees
trying to pick up every piece.
I told bạn "forget it its my heart
.....
bởi Geoo (me)
They spoke sugar-coated words with a serpentine tongue,
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled bởi their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
Spun tales with a soft silken voice.
Drew her in with their songs that they sung, that they sung,
She was powerless, without a choice.
They whispered nightmares into her sleeping ears,
Tormenting her even in dreams.
In the light they seemed harmless, not one of her fears,
But these creatures were not what they seemed.
They told her of fire, they told her to burn,
Showed her fury, anger, and destructive things.
She couldn’t resist, she couldn’t escape,
A puppet controlled bởi their gossamer strings.
They whispered her lies and she did as they said,
A weak being destined to fall.
But she’s not alone, they’re not just in her head…
There’s a silver-eyed demon inside of us all.
tình yêu Is Like A Snake,
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves bạn Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The thiên thần Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
thiên thần Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your Angel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
So Cunning And Sly.
Leaves bạn Asking Questions,
Who,What,Where And Why?
My Tears Are Like The Ocean,
Flowing Like The Sea.
Anything I Dream Of,
I Know It Cannot Be.
We Can Gaze Up At The Skies,
And We'll Carefully Listen.
As The thiên thần Above Laugh,
And Their Wings Shimmer And Glisten.
She Creeps Round The Bushes,
As They Play Hide And Seek.
They'll Hide When We Wake,
And They'll PLay When We Sleep.
They Hate To See Torture,
Poverty And Neglect.
But They're Here To Treasure Us,
They're Here To Protect.
thiên thần Are Special,
In Each An Every Way.
They're Are Harmless Yet Beautiful,
And They Grow Everyday.
Sometimes It's Hard,
And It Cuts Like A Knife.
But Your Angel Stays With You,
Right Through Your Life.
bạn hear a normal name...
And the bướm start.
That feeling in your soul,
That bạn just can't outsmart.
The one bạn think about every minute,
every single day.
bạn feel like picking flowers....
Your tim, trái tim skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
bạn get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, bạn always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
bạn feel yourself blush,
bạn know this isn't just a crush.
bạn smile, and just think
of what is to come
When bạn hear that voice, bạn now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
bởi Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
And the bướm start.
That feeling in your soul,
That bạn just can't outsmart.
The one bạn think about every minute,
every single day.
bạn feel like picking flowers....
Your tim, trái tim skips a beat.....
And when they look at you,
bạn get covered in a lovely heat.
That great feeling, bạn always get...
Cupid just got himself a clean hit!
bạn feel yourself blush,
bạn know this isn't just a crush.
bạn smile, and just think
of what is to come
When bạn hear that voice, bạn now the truth,
Your the one for him, and he's the one for you!
bởi Susie Reeves Copyright 2011
This lie's become a part of me
For months, I've played this game
diễn xuất like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My tim, trái tim stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
For months, I've played this game
diễn xuất like it doesn't hurt
Each time I hear his name
Ignoring what's inside of me
Pretending I've moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My tim, trái tim stopped for a moment...
I couldn't catch my breath
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time...
I just can't let him go
Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing bạn dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what bạn look phía trước, chuyển tiếp to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what bạn make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives bạn 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 bạn left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who bạn 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 bạn dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what bạn look phía trước, chuyển tiếp to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what bạn make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives bạn 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 bạn left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who bạn 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.
