I looked at the world and wanted to shout good bye
Depressed with my single defeat
For me only my heart was not neat
Negative thoughts creeped in my mind
Nut in a corner my courage was bind
My expectations were very high
But something was roaming in me like a spy
It caught where i was grey
And pehapsfor my defeat it used to pray
I learnt not to be over smart
It'll help to move the success' cart....
(i wrote this poem after losing a competition it was story telling comp. i was depressed coz it was the first time i was intrested and my teachers had not forced me... i was sad coz i was weaker than others and to tell the reality a felt betrayed... from my class teacher... she gave me the story which was recited before... there were no emotions in that... i felt myself weakest coz my best frnd won the first prize... after that i was depressed for nearly 6 months and after that i took part only in one competition...)
OF
RUST
do you breathe the name
of your saviour in your hour of need
and taste the blame
if the flavour should remind you of greed
of implication, insinuation and ill will
till' you cannot lie still
in all this turmoil
before red cape and foil
come closing in for a kill
come feed the rain
’cause i'm thirsty for your love
dancing underneath the skies of lust
yeah, feed the rain
’cause without your love my life
ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
it's all a game, avoiding failure
when true colors will bleed
all in the name of misbehaviour
and the things we don't need
i lust for after no disaster can touch
touch us anymore
and more than ever
i hope to never fall, where enough
is not the same it was before
don't walk away, don't walk away
when the world is burning
don't walk away, don't walk away
when my heart is yearning
the world........
I lie awake thinking.
Where is the better tomorrow?
Why do we always find it at an instant too late?
How is it that the earth can misjudge it's caretaker's so carelessly?
Due to days like this, I can see now why Pandora shut the box.
It's a macabre assult we have just trying to live through one day.
Every hour is as excrutiating as the second.
All of the dances, composed by life and death, are filled with taunting, torturous reminders of what is yet to come.
We can't all catch a lucky break, we can only grin and bear it.
There is a black cloud which coveres the already shrouded eyes of our madness.
Will I be able to see that tomorrow when all hope is gone and no one will hold out a hand for me?
....as we live it...
This is a poem that i wrote. I was bored and tired of being treated different just 'cause i like being myself and not someone else. Anyways heres it is:
just because i look away,
doesn't mean i don't care
just because you don't see me crying,
doesn't mean i'm heartless.
just because i'm usual alone
doesn't mean i'm lonely.
i look away when something i see bothers me.
i cry when i'm alone,its not a weakness but what makes me strong
i'm alone when i don't want to be like you.
just because i dress different
doesn't mean i'm completely different from you
just because i act strange sometimes
doesn't mean i crave attention
i dress different to be unique,
i act strange to not fit in.
just because i dress different, sit and cry alone, and acts strange
does it mean im not like you?
no it just means i don't want to be perfect,
i don't want to be, what you call 'normal'
it means that i'd rather be an individual.
just because i look away,
doesn't mean i don't care
just because you don't see me crying,
doesn't mean i'm heartless.
just because i'm usual alone
doesn't mean i'm lonely.
i look away when something i see bothers me.
i cry when i'm alone,its not a weakness but what makes me strong
i'm alone when i don't want to be like you.
just because i dress different
doesn't mean i'm completely different from you
just because i act strange sometimes
doesn't mean i crave attention
i dress different to be unique,
i act strange to not fit in.
just because i dress different, sit and cry alone, and acts strange
does it mean im not like you?
no it just means i don't want to be perfect,
i don't want to be, what you call 'normal'
it means that i'd rather be an individual.
