haniatira
Muslim & 18 / Writing is what am I passionate about / Author of the poem for self website / / -Good manner teach us to be a good person, good writing teach me to be a better writer- / / Writing is something that I like. Writing is a wonderful word that comes in our mind. Nobody likes to tell something by them-self. Like me, I prefer to write something that I see than tell it to people. when I have time I will try to field something because that's what I really interests. despite, what is written by me is not interesting or popular to others. I wrotes because it is one of my hobbies instead. Maybe there is a writer like me, there are also a lot of rethinking. Everything crossed, that happened to me and there is also what I see around me. Other teens might like to do something extreme but not me. I love advantures cause from that i could tell a stories. Now I am a schools-ex-student and wait to further education in Malaysia University / ©Haniatira
Meeting you was a dreams
Liking you was a fairytales
Bump in to you is just turn my stomach with butterflies
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Don’t you look Into my eyes and lie again
I’m sick of being alone
Your shaking face and words
Seems like something is up
A strange scent is all over your body
Seems like you’re possessed by something
Maybe you felt guilty at my guess
I caught you off guard and you’re so out of it
Your story keeps changing here and there, what’s wrong with you
Why, are you scared all of a sudden?
Let go of my hand, don’t lie to me
I was the only one who didn’t know about this something
I clearly feel it, must be something
Your obvious lies, it’s over
That rainbow inside the gray skies
The sadly crying piano
Don’t try to gain love so easily
Don’t regret
You deceived and made a girl cry
You’re only up till here
Was the love I gave a joke to you?
Were you sick of the love I gave you?
I don’t want to show you the tears I held back
Are we over
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
When love cannot be held there who are willing to die
for the love of the world
When people blame the purpose of love
they left without saying a word
Someones uses a lot of money for love
love not exist because of compulsion
Loves is gentle and caring and a quiet concern
loves is hidden from everyone heart
loves is where it's came from the bottom of your heart
There are gamble for love
fight for love
people today never satisfied
they want to have everything but without afford
they broke people heart then take away everything without saying
Goodbye
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
this memory
this ghost for hire
for which i pay dearly
is worth as much, or more
these blue night skies
and black sky days
deserve as much, or more
rainy eyes my mind clouds make
sunny eyes my mind clouds fake
take, take, take
that is all she does
it is all she knows
this ghost
this memory
this love
©Jason Cole
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
During this era Actrocities
Have conquered the worlds
Before this we see clear blue ocean
But now everything fulls
of redness of blood
Human become incompatible
Before this the worlds was full
of peace now more hostiles
Because of money people become complacent and negtectful
Their give no thanks to Allah
Palestine
Never be free till now
All the zionis killled people
with mercilessly
All the children cry
They crawl and their never gave up
Their got up and syahid
Subhanallah
To heaven their go masyaAllah
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I've to hide the truth
I had to hide everything
The pain in me
I hide almost everything
It's hurt me
To crying almost every night
I knew the hardest part is
Letting go
But I have too
I know it was a scaries part
I got no strong to guide you
I've my own reason why I should give up on you
Please don't ask me to stay
Cause your 'Stay'
Only asked me to go away
I have to let go everything
From the first I met you
Till now
I have to let all memories go
It's okay to hurt myself now
Then I should waited for someone who never apprieciate me
I'm tired from say
I love you
But you not listening
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Saying love
Tell that it can't be ends
There no ends
But when it's going to be in
A battlefields
There no love for you
Battlefield
It's a crash
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
I fell, and then I got up
And I got up I was sick,
I remain firm in my stand!
I was about to give up
But I remained to myself
steadfast
Keep being you from who you are
It's okay if people
hate you from who you are
Than be loved by who you're not
You're expecting too much on others. You're not confident in yourself. You're wrong, if you keep trusting in people while you forget your god
Who always waited for you
Who always be there for you
When you need
But you can't sees him
When you can't see something
it doesn't mean that something
Doesn't exist
Like air
You can't see the air but you still can feel the air
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Oh Dear,
Places your head on
my beating heart
Cause honey you are the reason why I'm still smile this way
Hope that you should understand
Oh Dear,
I still don't understand how love are
People fall'in love in mysterious way
Love for the first sight is it like
(Really Really Really)
EXIST?
My thought is
Is that
Love at the first sight seriously exist?
Don't you think love at the first is kinda like love from your
beautiness than your heart?
When their saw someone pretty
and things that breath taking
Not from who you are
where you from
Oh Dear,
Because of you I'm hurt
Because of your lovely arms
Because of your lovely touch
Because of your sweet-words
The conclusion is,
I am in love with you
With all you
Yourself
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Every arts has their own colour
Every sketch has their own pencils
Every arts has their own lines
Every lines has the end of the lines
But we makes lines
We don't make destiny
We create it
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC