This poem is written by me
My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.
The flowers will no more bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just love theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.
Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those flowers beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .
These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time flowers and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them show the me and my fame.
I know someday the flowers will bloom again
It's a circle attached by a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.
Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.
The flowers will no more bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just love theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.
Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those flowers beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .
These hard winds of sorrows make me shatter
Every time flowers and petals scatter
But I know I'll find the plants the same
I'll make them show the me and my fame.
I know someday the flowers will bloom again
It's a circle attached by a chain
Someday the spring will come back at my door
I will then say my worries are no more.
Autumn leaves scar but spring recovers each flower
Leaves will sure be green,flowers will bloom
Hopes will find their ways
Spring will come again someday.....
If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—
If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a squirrel in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:
I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a pony all my own,
And a little lamb quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:
And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight or nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.
—Laurence Alma-Tadema
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds you left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
You left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken you from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made you leave, or why, but I do know this,
That if you could, you would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as you are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting you to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
You were and angel when you were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find you again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
You left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken you from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made you leave, or why, but I do know this,
That if you could, you would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as you are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting you to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
You were and angel when you were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find you again
When we find our way to the light