This is a poem I wrote to express my feelings. My life may be harsh, but I try to stay positive, even if I have some anger held beneath my heart. Enjoy.
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The human сердце is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings Ты joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which Любовь from your family and Друзья fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain Ты of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as Ты can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother Ты will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human сердце is a glass dome.
Treat it with Любовь and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
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The human сердце is a glass dome.
Some treat it with delicacy,
while others treat it with hatred.
Sometimes in in-between.
Protect that dome from shattering.
It is what brings Ты joy and happiness in your life.
It is the capsule in which Любовь from your family and Друзья fill it with.
Don't let any hatred destroy it.
Don't keep that glass dome open.
Otherwise, the people with malice in their hearts,
they'll drain Ты of your love, happiness, and joy.
Then, your glass dome will shatter.
Your spirits will be crushed.
Your mind will resort to suicide and depression.
You'll regret living on the planet known as Earth.
But that shouldn't stop you.
Continue with your life,
be as kind and caring as Ты can.
Even if people don't accept it and smother Ты will darkness,
let that capsule ricochet that darkness.
The human сердце is a glass dome.
Treat it with Любовь and delicacy.
Make sure others do, too.
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
или failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the Ответы once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope Ты like it, please tell me what Ты think
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know Ты want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know Ты want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
as if Ты gave me a choice
everything about Ты i loved
all other feelings aside i shoved
on your every word i hung
and even among
a crowd, only Ты i see
nowhere else i would rather be
these feelings for you, that are kept inside
i can no longer hide
everything about Ты i admire
Ты are all i desire
so kind, so sweet, so passionate
everytime our eyes met
my сердце would race
while looking at your smiling face
full of buety, life, and joy
with my emotions Ты play like a toy
like a wild beast, my emotions cannot be tame
and i don't even know your name