I still cry.
Why did tu leave me like this?
Why did tu have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
tu knew tu would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep tu from being blue
But tu resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like tu did
I starve myself, like tu did
I hid my feelings like tu did
Now, Will I die like tu did?
Maybe if tu would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude comentarios please...
~OfmiceandDes
Why did tu leave me like this?
Why did tu have to die?
Now my life is a crisis
tu knew tu would rot
There was no god to you.
I would have fought
To keep tu from being blue
But tu resorted to a gun
Which left me in hell
Now I run
Trapped inside my shell
I make myself bleed, like tu did
I starve myself, like tu did
I hid my feelings like tu did
Now, Will I die like tu did?
Maybe if tu would have stayed
I wouldn't wish for death
I could've been saved
But now, I let out my last breath
So I know this is depressing but it means a lot to me, no rude comentarios please...
~OfmiceandDes
This poem is all about the beauty of nature that I feel...
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those rosas are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those canto birds are very dear to me..
This green césped, hierba freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arco iris after a very heavy rain
those colores can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am canto with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
This poem is totally opposite to the last poem I wrote"I don't belong to the world"
Look what I see there
those rosas are very dear to me
Hear what I am hearing now
those canto birds are very dear to me..
This green césped, hierba freshens up my mood
that blue sky , gives me a hope
that shiny sun brightens up my smile
These winds are calming my heart
See what I see there
a arco iris after a very heavy rain
those colores can be seen in my eyes
I can feel the magic of this nature
I am flying with the butterflies
even though I am on land
I am canto with the birds
even though I don't have a nest.
a man can feel all this nature
when he own the treasure
the treasure isn't the gold
that treasure is just the happiness.
The pain it hurts, It rips and tears.
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from tu and the things you've become.
Don't tu remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do tu remember at all?
Now my hatred for tu is growing strong.
Every insult tu throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much más can I take?
Now do tu see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are tu glad that tu killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course tu don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My corazón isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some friends o something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Unstoppable, But I don't care.
All the lies about me, all the tears that have come.
They're all from tu and the things you've become.
Don't tu remember, when we were young and small?
All the secrets we shared, do tu remember at all?
Now my hatred for tu is growing strong.
Every insult tu throw, why must it be so wrong?
That face makes me shake.
How much más can I take?
Now do tu see what you've done?
This happened to me.
Congratulations, you've won.
Now are tu glad that tu killed me inside?
because now I wish I had really died.
Of course tu don't, you'll never know.
All the pain and suffering i'll never show.
My corazón isn't mending.
Because all you're bending back.
Only now it's black
So I'm new to this site, I was wondering maybe some friends o something? I'm still figuring out this site. So yeah.. First poem posted? Yay? D:
-OfmiceandDes
Stopping por Woods on a Snowy Evening
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his aprovechar, arnés bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
por ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his aprovechar, arnés bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a mariposa perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The césped, hierba is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a oso, oso de behind a árbol scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(