I looked at the world and wanted to shout good bye
Depressed with my single defeat
For me only my tim, trái tim was not neat
Negative thoughts creeped in my mind
Nut in a corner my courage was bind
My expectations were very high
But something was roaming in me like a spy
It caught where i was grey
And pehapsfor my defeat it used to pray
I learnt not to be over smart
It'll help to di chuyển the success' cart....
(i wrote this poem after losing a competition it was story telling comp. i was depressed coz it was the first time i was intrested and my teachers had not forced me... i was sad coz i was weaker than others and to tell the reality a felt betrayed... from my class teacher... she gave me the story which was recited before... there were no emotions in that... i felt myself weakest coz my best frnd won the first prize... after that i was depressed for nearly 6 months and after that i took part only in one competition...)
There's a breathless hush in the Close to-night --
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An giờ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
hoặc the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that năm bởi year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
chịu, gấu through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
Ten to make and the match to win --
A bumping pitch and a blinding light,
An giờ to play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of a ribboned coat,
hoặc the selfish hope of a season's fame,
But his Captain's hand on his shoulder smote
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
The sand of the desert is sodden red, --
Red with the wreck of a square that broke; --
The Gatling's jammed and the colonel dead,
And the regiment blind with dust and smoke.
The river of death has brimmed his banks,
And England's far, and Honour a name,
But the voice of schoolboy rallies the ranks,
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
This is the word that năm bởi year
While in her place the School is set
Every one of her sons must hear,
And none that hears it dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
chịu, gấu through life like a torch in flame,
And falling fling to the host behind --
"Play up! play up! and play the game!"
"Grains of sand slip through your hands..."
Life's like a rollercoaster,
Don't waste the ride.
Live it up all the way,
because today's your last day
What would bạn do?
Would bạn cry a little, scream a little, think it's all pretend.
hoặc go into silence until the very end...
Would bạn tình yêu the ones bạn hate the most hoặc be the person bạn hide?
Would bạn pretend that you're ok but really scream inside?
Would bạn try and keep the sun from setting as your last ngày ends?
Knowing you'll never see it rise...
Tomorrow I'll be somewhere else bạn say as bạn close your eyes.
"Test the sea rising at your feet, how far can you go..."
"Let the rain falling on your face, run into your eyes. Can you see the rainbow now, through the stormy skies?"
Enjoy, bình luận if bạn can.
__________________________
This broken sky is falling.
This shattered earth is crumbling.
This broken tim, trái tim is bleeding.
This black room is all I see.
The blackness is all I see.
The black is all that I am.
My sky has fallen,
My earth has crumbled,
Yet my tim, trái tim continues to bleed.
bạn used to be my,
Sky,
Earth,
Heart,
But, you’re gone.
Now all I see is black, in this black room, within the darkness.
Yet, my tim, trái tim continues to bleed.
__________________________
This broken sky is falling.
This shattered earth is crumbling.
This broken tim, trái tim is bleeding.
This black room is all I see.
The blackness is all I see.
The black is all that I am.
My sky has fallen,
My earth has crumbled,
Yet my tim, trái tim continues to bleed.
bạn used to be my,
Sky,
Earth,
Heart,
But, you’re gone.
Now all I see is black, in this black room, within the darkness.
Yet, my tim, trái tim continues to bleed.
like a shadow,
bạn don’t live this life,
you’re becoming a shadow
of your destiny.
This cruel fate hates
your laughter,
loving your pain
that sleeps inside
your broken heart.
Broken and tired
of all these Mất tích fights,
your life becomes
invisible
and bạn don’t care
anymore,
but bạn do,
bạn still do.
You’re trying to see
through this fog,
you’re still fighting
for that day,
the ngày of your peace.
Your path is full
of thorns that
are stabbing bạn
directly into your hope,
tearing your soul apart,
you’re on the wings of powerlessness.
(Today)
I have felt the wind blow
Whispering Your name
I have seen Your tears fall
When I watch the rain
How could I say there is no God
When all around creation calls
A hát bird, a mighty tree
The vast expanse of open sea
Gazing at a bird in flight
Soaring through the air
Lying down beneath the stars
I feel Your presence there
I tình yêu to stand at ocean’s shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar
To walk through golden fields of grain
Neath endless blue, horizon’s frame
Listening to a river run
Watering the earth
Fragrance of a rose in bloom
A newborn’s cry at birth
I believe
I believe
I believe
I believe
Just like a child
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