I still cry.
Why did bạn leave me like this?
Why did bạn have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
bạn knew bạn would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep bạn from being blue
But bạn resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like bạn did
I starve myself, like bạn did
I hid my feelings like bạn did
Now, Will I die like bạn did?
Maybe if bạn 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 các bình luận please...
~OfmiceandDes
Why did bạn leave me like this?
Why did bạn have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
bạn knew bạn would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep bạn from being blue
But bạn resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like bạn did
I starve myself, like bạn did
I hid my feelings like bạn did
Now, Will I die like bạn did?
Maybe if bạn 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 các bình luận please...
~OfmiceandDes
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 hoa hồng are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those hát birds are very dear to me..
This green cỏ 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 cầu vồng after a very heavy rain
those màu sắc 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 hát 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 hoa hồng are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those hát birds are very dear to me..
This green cỏ 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 cầu vồng after a very heavy rain
those màu sắc 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 hát 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.
The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from bạn and the things you've become.
Don't bạn remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do bạn remember at all?
Now my hatred for bạn is growing strong.
Every insult bạn throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much thêm can I take?
Now do bạn see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are bạn glad that bạn killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course bạn don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My tim, trái tim isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Những người bạn hoặc something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from bạn and the things you've become.
Don't bạn remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do bạn remember at all?
Now my hatred for bạn is growing strong.
Every insult bạn throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much thêm can I take?
Now do bạn see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are bạn glad that bạn killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course bạn don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My tim, trái tim isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some Những người bạn hoặc something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Stopping bởi Woods on a Snowy Evening
bởi 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 Nữ hoàng băng giá lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his yên cương, dây nịt 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.
bởi 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 Nữ hoàng băng giá lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his yên cương, dây nịt 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 con bướm, bướm 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 cỏ 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 chịu, gấu behind a cây 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. :(