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kramenyaw
There are times When you use to think of your past All you ever do is to ponder That, things will change Hoping you haven’t done such things And wishing things were done in different ways All of those Irrevocably written in your history Handling life is like choosing a stone A tool which could represent Who you are and what you do Different stones can be drawn everywhere Rough… smooth Small…Big Ordinary…precious Brittle…Hard You could choose to be rough. Were you handle things badly, Making unwanted decisions out of poor emotions, A person who does not exert more effort Things which could draw you to be undesirable to others There are also times when you belittle yourself Actions happening out of irresponsive efforts to others That, things are not coming quite good All due to Lack of confidence This could hinder you to be a better person You might also treat yourself like an ordinary passer’s-by Feeling care-free of the things that may happen That things just come and go Making others fulfill their stuffs on their own A thought that could not give a big difference to the society You could also choose to be a cry-baby Were you Let others step on you That you are not capable of doing big decisions Treating yourself irresponsible to higher things Which could left you a slave to others A question should always be asked on yourself, “Do I want to be that kind of Stone?” Ask yourself, and sincerely answer. A question to ponder, “Am I rough?” “Am I Small?” “Am I Ordinary” “Am I Brittle?” You could be your own stone Smooth…Big…Precious…Hard Be Desirable… Be a Better Person… Be different… Be Strong…
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:19 PM UTC
The Stone Not Taken
There are times When you use to think of your past All you ever do is to ponder That, things will change Hoping you haven’t done such things And wishing things were done in different ways All of those Irrevocably written in your history Handling life is like choosing a stone A tool which could represent Who you are and what you do Different stones can be drawn everywhere Rough… smooth Small…Big Ordinary…precious Brittle…Hard You could choose to be rough. Were you handle things badly, Making unwanted decisions out of poor emotions, A person who does not exert more effort Things which could draw you to be undesirable to others There are also times when you belittle yourself Actions happening out of irresponsive efforts to others That, things are not coming quite good All due to Lack of confidence This could hinder you to be a better person You might also treat yourself like an ordinary passer’s-by Feeling care-free of the things that may happen That things just come and go Making others fulfill their stuffs on their own A thought that could not give a big difference to the society You could also choose to be a cry-baby Were you Let others step on you That you are not capable of doing big decisions Treating yourself irresponsible to higher things Which could left you a slave to others A question should always be asked on yourself, “Do I want to be that kind of Stone?” Ask yourself, and sincerely answer. A question to ponder, “Am I rough?” “Am I Small?” “Am I Ordinary” “Am I Brittle?” You could be your own stone Smooth…Big…Precious…Hard Be Desirable… Be a Better Person… Be different… Be Strong…
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I don't know why I feel this way when I see your eyes slowly fading in the four corners of the room. You were lying in a king size bed staring at you losing senses I see an angel sent from the heaven I love you when you're asleep You, lying with your lingerie, this tempting feeling it's so ****** but I like too much wanna kiss you slowly wanna feel your lips with mine fresh and warm a tempest feeling yet sublime This oozing feeling of pleasure makes me forget all my pains and sorrow from the coldness of the night turns to warmth like sudden distress of guiltiness that's hard to treasure Oh! Babe! wanna feel your caress wanna feel your wamth wanna feel your body wanna feel you touch The strands of hair all over the pillow stretch of glory along the horizon of innocence on a meadow like ties on a kite makes you look more **** wanna hold you tighter and tighter but I can't hold on too much It's not that I disrespect you but watching you sleep pacifies me like a dangerous drug it's hypnotizing, heavenly, addicting wanna stay longer, a little bit longer I don't wanna lose you girl Holding back my emotions Just to watch you sleep This oozing feeling of pleasure makes me forget all my pains and sorrow from the coldness of the night turns to warmth like sudden distress of guiltiness that's hard to treasure Oh! Babe! wanna feel your caress wanna feel your wamth wanna feel your body wanna feel you touch It's not that I'm a maniac I'm just a manic man over in love with you.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
Manic in Love: Not a Maniac
I don't know why I feel this way when I see your eyes slowly fading in the four corners of the room. You were lying in a king size bed staring at you losing senses I see an angel sent from the heaven I love you when you're asleep You, lying with your lingerie, this tempting feeling it's so ****** but I like too much wanna kiss you slowly wanna feel your lips with mine fresh and warm a tempest feeling yet sublime This oozing feeling of pleasure makes me forget all my pains and sorrow from the coldness of the night turns to warmth like sudden distress of guiltiness that's hard to treasure Oh! Babe! wanna feel your caress wanna feel your wamth wanna feel your body wanna feel you touch The strands of hair all over the pillow stretch of glory along the horizon of innocence on a meadow like ties on a kite makes you look more **** wanna hold you tighter and tighter but I can't hold on too much It's not that I disrespect you but watching you sleep pacifies me like a dangerous drug it's hypnotizing, heavenly, addicting wanna stay longer, a little bit longer I don't wanna lose you girl Holding back my emotions Just to watch you sleep This oozing feeling of pleasure makes me forget all my pains and sorrow from the coldness of the night turns to warmth like sudden distress of guiltiness that's hard to treasure Oh! Babe! wanna feel your caress wanna feel your wamth wanna feel your body wanna feel you touch It's not that I'm a maniac I'm just a manic man over in love with you.
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Never knew I'd needed love Never knew I'd bleed too hard Never knew I would fall All I knew was I liked you much Never knew I'd weep aloud Never knew I'd fall into my knees Never knew it would hurt All I knew was I loved you much Never knew you will be blue Never knew you will soon apart Never knew you will be out of care All I knew forever's not enough I knew I liked you much I knew I loved you much I knew forever's not enough I never knew that there's no you
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:34 AM UTC
A Single's Creed - Hard to believe
Shine, Shine, OH! So bright I see the Sun's gleaming fierce and might. Head up high I glimpse the sky full of beauty, and full of life. Mother Nature I loved your creation Knowing it's a treasure For me to come along. I raised my hands and spread so wide felt the heaven's glory like angels up high! Hear them angels singing Hear the nature calling Harmony of beauty I hear them ringing. Mother Nature I loved your creation Knowing it's a Gift Embraced it all day long.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 3:36 AM UTC
A Gift from Mama
I made a move but made me wrong I heard a song and danced along I shout with glee but boy I peed Shame! Shame! Shame! boy I was carried. All I think, wish I never did!
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:05 AM UTC
A Shameful Truth
Click! Click! Click! A sound I hear when I choose a song Plak! Plak! Plak! A sound I hear when I write a poem Tik! Tok! Tik! Tok! A sound I hear when I think so long All these happens, boredom I know Point! Point! Point! A thing I do when I choose a song Press! Press! Press! A thing I do when I write a poem Gasp! Glare! Gasp! Glare! A thing I do when I think so long All these happens, and I do not know Think! Think! Think! Stop! Look! Listen! I know! You are reading one senseless poem! A sound of cheerful Noise!
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC
Sound of Cheerful Noise
Tonight, I lay myself feeling depressed thinking what made me wrong. I rolled myself, my head bestowed, "why did things went low?". Then, I grabbed my phone played me a song but things don't come along. So, I sat and wait hearing the beat, LUB-DUB! LUB-DUB! LUB-DUB! the heart that bears my fate. Oh! Time is running, hear the clock's ticking TICK! TOCK! TICK! TOCK! Still remains a mystery. I closed my eyes and plead to God, Spare my feelings! Hold me tight! Keep my sanity ! "What a poignant life it has been".
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
A Depression's Plea!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Band sounding like geez and doom Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz! Bees flying zipp and zoom Chirp! Chirp! Chirp! Birds on harmony I like the song One thing similar on these lovely tone All from nature on a throng.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
The throng of Nature
Tonight, I lay myself feeling depressed thinking what made me wrong. I rolled myself, my head bestowed, "Why did things went low?". I grabbed my phone and played me a song but things don't come along. So, I sit and wait, hearing the beat, the heart that bares my fate. Oh! Time is running, hear the clock's ticking but still remains a mystery. Now, I closed my eyes and prayed to God "oh, what a poignant life it has been".
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Poignant Night
The star shine bright, the air was cold as ice. The wind swoosh hard that tears dropped out of my eyes. The scent of peace as senseless as a dark horizon from a place where it showed no light. I'd never had imagined crossing a solitude mile. Co'z Life is an ever wonderful one.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
Solitude Night