Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
By Alyssa Rivers
Help please
Does anyone hear my cry?
If you hear my cry
Please help me understand
Why I feel this way
Like there is no hope
Can you help me please understand
Why am I on my own?
Laying there on the floor
Never coming back
Where were you?
I needed you
I needed one call from you
I didn’t ask for much
My life was falling apart
Without being told or even saying it could
I don’t understand
Why am I here?
What am I doing wrong?
Where were you?
When I needed you the most
When I couldn’t get back up
And couldn’t fight anymore
When I was falling down inside
When I was dying inside
My hearts gone and vanished
Where were you?
When I needed you the most
Help me please
If you hear my cry
Help me understand why
A piece of sky
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A day never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A beach found
And turned apart,
In search of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
By a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
Kept in a bottle.
A piece of sun
Never to be revealed...
A day never forgotten
And forever kept
In the head of an old friend.
A beach found
And turned apart,
In search of a treasure
Never treasure,
Never buried there.
A stolen kiss,
By a famous thief.
A child crying because
She will never find it!
To all of you:D
A poem
by edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that show what you are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal or meand or make you smile or laugh or be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better or worse witch ever you deside.
thanks so much for reading this guys and even if you do not write poems try it you mite think its fun i hope you injoyed this.
by edward-lover456
a poem is a way to let out you'r feelings.
a poem is a unlemated use of words that show what you are feeling and thinking.
a poem is the underlayers of the soul no one gets to see.
a poem is a couple of words that can make a difrents.
A poem is away to heal or meand or make you smile or laugh or be happy a poem has the power to make feeling better or worse witch ever you deside.
thanks so much for reading this guys and even if you do not write poems try it you mite think its fun i hope you injoyed this.
