poem 1
The step that I took
The fear in my eyes
That electric feel that ran through my body
It got me where I am today.
It made me who I am because I am with you.
It got me to realize that things do come true,
And fairy tales aren’t always dreams.
anda and your self make me smile when I sleep at night.
And when I think about it, it always feels so right to be here with you.
poem 2
And in the end I followed my hati, tengah-tengah but tore his all apart.
I mean where we going to last.
Was it lust atau Cinta we were feeling?
I take his hand and Ciuman it goodbye
All I see is tears in his eyes.
How can I turn and walk away
How can I live with myself?
When I am putting him through so much pain?
I made him believe that we were meant to be
I made him believe that together forever him and me.
I know what his thinking
I know what I have to do.
I have to choose him over my self
I have to stay with this boy
Who in the end I could never love
But life is pain.
The step that I took
The fear in my eyes
That electric feel that ran through my body
It got me where I am today.
It made me who I am because I am with you.
It got me to realize that things do come true,
And fairy tales aren’t always dreams.
anda and your self make me smile when I sleep at night.
And when I think about it, it always feels so right to be here with you.
poem 2
And in the end I followed my hati, tengah-tengah but tore his all apart.
I mean where we going to last.
Was it lust atau Cinta we were feeling?
I take his hand and Ciuman it goodbye
All I see is tears in his eyes.
How can I turn and walk away
How can I live with myself?
When I am putting him through so much pain?
I made him believe that we were meant to be
I made him believe that together forever him and me.
I know what his thinking
I know what I have to do.
I have to choose him over my self
I have to stay with this boy
Who in the end I could never love
But life is pain.
Black roses;
They became the Ros that where once red,
They became this Black when my hati, tengah-tengah bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my hati, tengah-tengah follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful anda are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe anda like them (:
They became the Ros that where once red,
They became this Black when my hati, tengah-tengah bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my hati, tengah-tengah follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful anda are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe anda like them (:
Larry the Pumpkin
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Hi everyone this is a poem I wrote the other day, I think it's supposed to have some hidden meaning, like, anda know, money can't buy happiness and if anda try to buy it your being ripped off... atau something... To be honest I don't really remember what I was thinking when I wrote it. Anyways, what do anda think?
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry utama and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A Bag Of Happiness
I skip on down to the market,
With my pocket full of of magic beans,
I hand them to the vendor,
“A bag of happiness, please.”
He passes me over a drawstring bag,
Made of velvet, inky black,
I thank him with a friendly smile,
He smiles eerily back.
I hurry utama and pull the string,
Glad nobody was near,
But my face fell as I looked inside,
The little bag was bare.
A little motavational poem I found link. Enjoy. ;P
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
At age 4, success is...not peeing in your pants.
___At age 12, success is...having friends.
____At age 16, success is...having a driver's license.
_______At age 20, success is...having sex.
________At age 35, success is...having money.
________At age 50, success is...having money.
_______At age 60, success is...having sex.
_____At age 70, success is...having a driver's license.
___At age 75, success is...having friends.
At age 90, success is...not peeing in your pants.
shadows in the night
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in love
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a merpati the sign of love
to feel the love
it fits like a sarung tangan
Cinta send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me
every one keeps telling me i'll be alright
I tell myself i'll never be the same
as long as i know his name
he made me fall in love
we never have to fight
he makes me fell alright
he is a merpati the sign of love
to feel the love
it fits like a sarung tangan
Cinta send from above
shadows in the night
we never fight
people tell me i'll be alright
i no i won't untell he comes back to me
that will set me free
we can be
the showdows in the night
he came back to me
