The line 'love is a fallacy' isn't justified,
it is evidence of a coward's voice.
But when Cinta is understood, pain is nullified
it all fades away as we smile and rejoice.
Know that emas has no value to the soul
that it cannot just simply fill and empty hole.
Cinta cannot be sold; neither can it be bought
but the truth that Cinta can hold, can only be caught.
I would not compare Cinta to a rose
the comparative pairing is what I find far too bold.
Cinta is meant to be kept exclusive and beautiful,
not to be shown off which isn't meaningful.
The feeling flows freely as water.
It's our necessity and a hope-giving trait.
It's beautiful, desirable, there absolutely is no other,
'Tis a strong surge of current that overpowers all hate.
it is evidence of a coward's voice.
But when Cinta is understood, pain is nullified
it all fades away as we smile and rejoice.
Know that emas has no value to the soul
that it cannot just simply fill and empty hole.
Cinta cannot be sold; neither can it be bought
but the truth that Cinta can hold, can only be caught.
I would not compare Cinta to a rose
the comparative pairing is what I find far too bold.
Cinta is meant to be kept exclusive and beautiful,
not to be shown off which isn't meaningful.
The feeling flows freely as water.
It's our necessity and a hope-giving trait.
It's beautiful, desirable, there absolutely is no other,
'Tis a strong surge of current that overpowers all hate.
Here I Stand Besides you
Don't anda Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
anda filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
anda MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????
Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..
Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things anda Make
anda hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...
anda Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with anda Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In Cinta With anda
Don't anda Even Realized That I Fight with Myself???????
against all the Reality that Can tore My souls..
I Can't make the loosing Fight with my own Hearth Beating..that was you...
anda filling the hole that burned deep inside my Death Hearth,,
anda MAke it Beating...
Flushing,,,
takes Me to the first Sunshines after my Nightmare..
Im Afraid..
I CAn't Imagine..
I CAn't Cope This..
How Can I Let My Self Flying high falling Free in Your Life,,then times awaits Me for hitting The Ground???????
Will I Survived from it?
Will I Still Have this beating then?
Help Me,,
Don't Let Me hit the Pain,,anymore..
Im Loosing,,Far Before The war Is Over..
Im in yours Now..
tie in ever single things anda Make
anda hold my Life's String..
Up....Down.... Lower...
anda Stealing The best PArt Of Me..you Take it with anda Now..
Now...
Im Nothing
Im Loosing this fight against my Self..
I Let My Self Falling In Cinta With anda
to be, I assume.
anda and I,
two different beings,
and yet, so connected.
Your thoughts,
so confusing for others,
but for me,
so known.
I can feel your words,
the emptiness that
sleeps inside you,
I can feel.
The silence in your
voice,
I can hear.
anda and I,
as if we are from
the different worlds,
and yet,
we understand each other.
At one point, we do.
That mystery
in your eyes,
magic in your words
I can touch,
though anda let me not.
anda won't let it,
that tear in my eyes
must me held,
anda won't let me
feel the sadness.
I hold my tears
for you,
I want to be peaceful,
I want anda to be
touched sejak the breeze
I'm sending,
so anda could feel me,
so anda could feel me.
anda and I,
so different,
and yet, connected
sejak the thoughts
that are known to ourselves.
A time of darkness & death
Nature will blow it's frigid breath
As the Mighty Oak trees shed their last leaves
While the Haiwan burrow beneath
As the Earth Weeps
High in the endless black sky
The cold full moon shines
It's phantom rays
Through the forest of skeletons
Brittle arms shiver to the sound
of the Wolf's howl
The Guardian
A horned shadow in the trees
Gives it's watchful stare
Her wings with a silent scream as a
Doomed tetikus meets it's fate
Beams of light shoot through the valley
Giving rare warmth in it's touch
The Golden ball of life has arrived
But Death holds it's icy grip
For it is his time of Rule
true Friends are hard to come by...
yet when anda catch them anda feel like anda can fly...
anda trust them,
Cinta them,
and talk of future...
anda know that they will never lie...
and seterusnya to them anda stand side sejak side...
anda Cinta them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when anda know your important...
that anda know anda have some one to comfort you...
anda hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when anda catch them anda feel like anda can fly...
anda trust them,
Cinta them,
and talk of future...
anda know that they will never lie...
and seterusnya to them anda stand side sejak side...
anda Cinta them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when anda know your important...
that anda know anda have some one to comfort you...
anda hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
One night I dreamed I was wlking along the pantai with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there where two sets of footprints, other times there were only one set of footprints. This was bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow atau defeat, I could see only one set of footprints. So I berkata to the Lord, "You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, anda would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life ther had only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed anda most, anda have not been there for me?" The Lord replied, "The times when anda have seen only one set of footprints in the sand, is when I carried you.
I hope anda guys liked this poem sejak Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
I hope anda guys liked this poem sejak Mary Stevenson. Plz commet :)
-Maiza
your mood is like a thunderstorm,
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction anda cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for anda to loose this fight,
anda deserve much lebih after the fragile hati, tengah-tengah i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded sejak the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as anda fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside anda are dead,
anda have held the anger inside,
the tornados coming we need to hide,
your rage breaks out from under,
like the rubble of the thunder,
it carries on through the night,
this lightning keeps flashing so bright,
through the flash i see anda are crying,
the saat flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
atau is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
anda stayed alive despite the pain,
but i fear the loss out-weighted the gain.
it causes pain, but it seems so warm,
the destruction anda cause fills your life with flaws,
it doesn't seem right for anda to loose this fight,
anda deserve much lebih after the fragile hati, tengah-tengah i tore,
the tornado is coming, preceded sejak the humming,
the humming of sorrow,
as anda fear to face tomorrow,
your life is filled with dread,
and on the inside anda are dead,
anda have held the anger inside,
the tornados coming we need to hide,
your rage breaks out from under,
like the rubble of the thunder,
it carries on through the night,
this lightning keeps flashing so bright,
through the flash i see anda are crying,
the saat flash shows the dying,
has the world around us colasped,
atau is this just a relap,
but now the storm has come to a stop,
perserverance came out on top,
anda stayed alive despite the pain,
but i fear the loss out-weighted the gain.
I feel lost,
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations atau my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I Cinta to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I Cinta that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
I feel so different,
I know everyone around me,
but I don't seem to know any of the faces I see,
I don't know if it's just my hallucinations atau my daydreaming,
I just don't know and yet kind of don't care,
I'm different from everyone and they judge me,
I know I'm weird, strange, and crazy,
But that's one of the great things about me,
I'm different and I'll deal with that my own self,
I'm not a typical popular girl,
but I'm not a backstabber either,
I'm a special different than they say,
I'm my own self and I Cinta to be different,
Make fun of me cause know I don't care
I'm different and I Cinta that because I don't
wanna be the same, I don't want to go with the flow,
I'm not like that. It's okay to different and I am.
From childhood's jam I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same sumber I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My hati, tengah-tengah to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, atau the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the awan that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.