Sitting in the silence
of my disturbed thoughts,
I refused to think about it;
I closed my eyes,
Tried to shut it tight,
Carried everywhere sejak the wind,
It seemed so real and so true;
Gazing deeply into the pool of water,
I see my face staring back in
amazement and in wonder
at the emotions that i am overcome with;
Drawing me closer and closer,
Stirred sejak the depth of passion,
Torn between the life that is
and the life that will be, I struggle;
Trying to find a solution,
I try to claw my way out,
I try to fight the feelings
and all the emotions i have been overcome with;
Sitting in the dark,
Thinking of you,
Wishing anda were here,
Realizing i am a prisoner of love,
a prisoner of your love;
It is so hard to forget you, now that anda are gone,
So hard for these memories to erase a Cinta that's so strong.
So hard to erase the thoughts of anda in my head,
...So hard to erase all the little words anda once said,
So now that your gone, I have to try my hardest,
Now that anda wont return, to me my hearts not the strongest,
Now that I cant hold anda close to me at night,
Now that I cant ever have anda back at my side....
when u look into his eyes...
U'll never guess what goes there
Oh Mine.....
even smile covered ur face,,,,but treasure still hide,,,and secret filling in ur brain
Forget those forbidden Kiss,dear...
he's Not yours...
when u think about how to make it urs..
u'll falling into a mess way
how can it happened?
Oh God,,,I can't throw myself into this Sin,,,
I can betrayed Him,,,
Please Forgive me,,,I miss who forbidden to say
Impossible dream,,,
when u see he's coming over u and realized that eyes glancing on ur mind
dancing as fate could be a real things to u
anda come
and anda go
leaving only
fear in your
path
the fear
in a small
child's eyes
a fear that
tells that
very child
that the
monsters of
their dreams
do exist
in the shadows
lurking and
waiting for
a chance
a chance to
let people
see the thing
they fear the most
your a dark
shadow moving
in the night
only seen by
the pale silver
moonlight
leaving only
terrified eyes
and enormous
fear behind
in your
cold
dead
path
everyone has their monsters that lurk and wait to find them. some run some dont but no matter wat they always spark a fear of the truth.
and anda go
leaving only
fear in your
path
the fear
in a small
child's eyes
a fear that
tells that
very child
that the
monsters of
their dreams
do exist
in the shadows
lurking and
waiting for
a chance
a chance to
let people
see the thing
they fear the most
your a dark
shadow moving
in the night
only seen by
the pale silver
moonlight
leaving only
terrified eyes
and enormous
fear behind
in your
cold
dead
path
everyone has their monsters that lurk and wait to find them. some run some dont but no matter wat they always spark a fear of the truth.
(Don't know where this poem came from in my mind...just came to me while listening to The Doors..)
Strange
Is everything strange?
When anda are alone, broken and tired
Your feeling of craziness has grown
Hearing voices that weren't there before
They're coming from the walls and even the floor
Telling anda to enter your brain, come see what's been hiding...
A world where everything is inside out...
Birds flying in the ocean...
ikan swimming in the sky...
Anjing barking but they make no sound...
The trees grow with their roots to the heavens...
And the people are a faceless crowd...
What is this world anda have found?
Are anda the only one normal in this world of chaos?
atau are anda the strange one?
Strange
Is everything strange?
When anda are alone, broken and tired
Your feeling of craziness has grown
Hearing voices that weren't there before
They're coming from the walls and even the floor
Telling anda to enter your brain, come see what's been hiding...
A world where everything is inside out...
Birds flying in the ocean...
ikan swimming in the sky...
Anjing barking but they make no sound...
The trees grow with their roots to the heavens...
And the people are a faceless crowd...
What is this world anda have found?
Are anda the only one normal in this world of chaos?
atau are anda the strange one?
If anda knew how I felt?
Would anda have considered a freak?
Would anda have tied me up
If I fought back?
Would anda have nailed me to the wall?
Would anda have kicked me to the floor?
If anda wanted me.
Would I have cried
If anda held me in your arms?
Would I have ran away from you?
Would I have turned down the sick offers
If anda were weak for a change?
Would I have grown up a killer?
Would I have remained this way
If anda were gone?
Would I have still loved you?
To pick on me till my last days this is why i'm so weak
Why can't we live happy in this world
Why do anda have to pick on kids that already cut themselves
WHY
Why do anda pick on kids to the point that the kill themselves
Why do anda pick on kids that they feel worthless to make anda feel stronger
Why do anda pick on kids to make them feel lonely and unapreciative
Why do ou pick on kids that has mental disability
WHY
Your the reason why
Why kids kill themselves
Double heart=love
No kid knows
and no adult knows
Cinta is a mystery
people intend to find out
but never do
Some say
its when anda cant live
without a person
others say
is when you'll do
anything for that person
but whose to say its not both
People say Cinta is
when anda want to
take care of someone
for the rest of both of their lives
Or
they will do any thing to
make the others dream
come true
but whose to say its not both
i could be all four but who knows
The truth about love
is that its defined
and emphisized differently
to some
than others
How can anda Cinta someone
is it physical?
NO
its a feeling that everyone gets
sometimes its strong
atau still developing
But how do anda know
If your even In love
sejak doing things you'd
never do for a person?
what is this feeling
love
it effects our whole lives
we never know how it comes
what it is
all we know is what it feels like
but we never know
until it comes to us
Has it come to you?
I have to write a poem
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a angkasa suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the sarung, holster on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a angkasa suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the sarung, holster on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
I do not own anything. I did not write this, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will anda be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will anda run?
Will anda hide?
atau will anda hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and anda are the apple.
So who will anda be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will anda cower,
atau will anda fight?
Is your hati, tengah-tengah made of glass?
atau a pure snow white?
Who will anda be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will anda run?
Will anda hide?
atau will anda hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and anda are the apple.
So who will anda be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will anda cower,
atau will anda fight?
Is your hati, tengah-tengah made of glass?
atau a pure snow white?
