Some day earth will cease to be
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
And with it, so will I.
I don't mind the leaving,
But I'd like to say goodbye.
Before I am swept away
In an unknown swell,
I wish the world would warn me
So I can say farewell
To the world that's sheltered me,
My home for many years.
It is far from perfect;
It coldly watched my tears.
As my mind grew far too much,
Its pressure never ceased,
Though I suppose that was my fault.
I'm the beauty, I'm the beast.
And that's why I fear going,
Though where, no one can say;
Wherever I go, so comes my mind,
I have no hideaway.
I don't think I'd mind nothingness,
But infinity with my head?
I'd rather live forever
With a monster under the bed.
Give me something I can fight,
I'll leave it black and blue,
But how can you beat a monster
That lives inside of you?
Some people fear the darkness.
Some people are not me.
I don't fear oblivion,
I fear eternity.
~an original poem by me~
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.....
I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every day
Because, if you take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surroundings are good
It's not true that good exists
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It's all beyond my control
And you'll never in a million years hear me me say that
Today was a good day.
(Now read it from the bottom up)
Today was the absolute worst day ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every day
Because, if you take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and heart
Because
True happiness can be obtained
Only if one's surroundings are good
It's not true that good exists
The reality
Creates
My attitude
It's all beyond my control
And you'll never in a million years hear me me say that
Today was a good day.
(Now read it from the bottom up)
but still
so many people
around you.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want
them to see you.
Wrapped by fear
you can not escape.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Your thoughts
are the only thing
you can hear
clearly,
questions everywhere,
you don't want
to be there.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Life
still holds you,
but you feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.
Frozen tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes you go insane.
You hide,
you run,
you don't want them
to see you.