i am a person living a life of shame.
i am your daughter hiding my depression.
i am your sister making a good impression.
i am your friend Актёрское искусство like im fine.
i am a wisher wishing this life werent mine.
i am a girl who thinks about suicide.
i am a teenager pushing her tears aside.
i am a student who doesnt have a clue.
i am the girl sitting Далее to you.
i am the one asking Ты to care.
i am your best friend hoping youll be there.
this is a great poem from the book chicken суп for the teenage soul on tough stuff.
i listen to the сердце beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent трава that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that сердце of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to заяц this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those Вопросы
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent трава that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that сердце of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to заяц this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those Вопросы
this is just some free writting i did a месяц или two назад
i'm tierd of waiting for Ты to tell me how Ты feel
so i'm not gunna wait for Ты any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares еще then i think Ты ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for Ты
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what Ты think is it any good??? или is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for Ты to tell me how Ты feel
so i'm not gunna wait for Ты any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares еще then i think Ты ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for Ты
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what Ты think is it any good??? или is it no good??
It is easy to decide,
But not easy to keep a decision
It is easy to talk,
But not easy to say something
It is easy to look,
But not easy to see
It is easy to fall,
But not easy to stand up
It is easy to hurt,
But not easy to forget, to forgive
It's easy to hear but not easy to listen
It is easy to break up but not easy to make up
It is easy to choose,
But not easy to make the right choice
It is easy to like but not easy to love
It is easy to look true but not easy to be true
It's easy to condemn but not easy to change
It's easy to exist but not easy to live
It is easy to leave but not easy say good-bye
But not easy to keep a decision
It is easy to talk,
But not easy to say something
It is easy to look,
But not easy to see
It is easy to fall,
But not easy to stand up
It is easy to hurt,
But not easy to forget, to forgive
It's easy to hear but not easy to listen
It is easy to break up but not easy to make up
It is easy to choose,
But not easy to make the right choice
It is easy to like but not easy to love
It is easy to look true but not easy to be true
It's easy to condemn but not easy to change
It's easy to exist but not easy to live
It is easy to leave but not easy say good-bye
smothered by
Музыка that
breaks the loneliness
in my heart.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
I do miss you,
but I won't tell you.
The secrets of
my сердце you
will never know.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
It's wrong.
Thinking of you
leads me nowhere
but to the same pain.
It's wrong.
What Ты did
is wrong.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you...
It's wrong,
and you're not
coming back.
I feel it,
I know it,
but I still miss you.
And you're not here,
silence sleeps
with me.
Although
my mind
is still seeking
for you.
Darling o Darling why did Ты lie?
why didnt Ты tell me that i made Ты cry?
Ah yes the sorrow builds up inside but darling o dirling i dont want Ты to cry.
Crying and crying tears aflow.
But it is i that lays here dead in the snow.
For my Любовь is still there but my body is gone
Still your there all coverd in tears.
But you'll be fign in 3 еще years.
Ты will find yet oneanother.
To fill the gap that i haveuncoverd .
And now i am smotherd away away with the wind as my gram once said.
why didnt Ты tell me that i made Ты cry?
Ah yes the sorrow builds up inside but darling o dirling i dont want Ты to cry.
Crying and crying tears aflow.
But it is i that lays here dead in the snow.
For my Любовь is still there but my body is gone
Still your there all coverd in tears.
But you'll be fign in 3 еще years.
Ты will find yet oneanother.
To fill the gap that i haveuncoverd .
And now i am smotherd away away with the wind as my gram once said.
rough like the sea
of my memories.
Those live
inside me
and speak
through my eyes.
Sadness
is hidden there,
but was seen...
How apt
can Ты be
to hide your
feelings from
the others?
Can they see,
can they feel?
Sleepless nights
for noiseless cry,
rough feelings
to encourage
the pain that
still lives within.
Pain is waiting
to be fed
by these precious
memories
I still keep
as if those are
significant.
And yet
this very night
is all mine,
waiting for me
to confess.
Oust the pain
that chokes you,
unburden your soul
by talking
only in nights,
silently,
so nobody can hear,
nobody can hear
your cry,
the cry screams inside.
And the mountain disappeared
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way
By the light I see in your eyes
The world I know fades away
But Ты stay
As the earth reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the Любовь that we have shared
Before time
If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side
The north звезда may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit by the Любовь we have shared
Before time
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain
When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begins
There'll be no shame
Just the Любовь that we have made
Before time
(wonderfully performed by CoCo Lee)
told you there was a clown~!
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.
Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do Ты find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.
Some poems make Ты cry.
Some poems make Ты fly.
Others can make Ты smile.
While some can even make Ты feel quite vile.
I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if Ты don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse Ты so~
This is what I want Ты to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
Эй, look! A picture of a clown!
don't pick up your purse
dept can be quite a curse
When your sad and wishing Ты were dead
then remember these words.."I Любовь you"
and let it хлопать, привкус Ты over the head.
And even if its not from your chosen one,
at least its from someone. Ты can never say
that your not wanted. nor will Ты ever be forgotten.
And as I'm Письмо this poem, I remember something
Ты once сказал(-а) as Ты sat in bed.
"I'm not wearing any socks"
......As I get a nose bleed now, has anyone got a tissue? Its very much in need.
