you are not your grades or your scars
your height or your weight
you are not your face or the color of your hair
you are the person you define yourself to be
you are who you want to be
you are not the opinion of the people around you
you are your soul
be it old or young
you have lived many lives
and this is just the beginning
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Everyone loves the poems that hurt me the most. It's little wonder that the greatest writers, the ones whose works we lovingly praise, were merely lost, broken fools.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Where do dreams go when they die?
Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky?
To fuel our rewards for living as pure?
But that would simply make death the cure.
Perhaps they fall with us down below?
Sinking to the depths of torment as we go.
Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits.
Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits.
For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good.
Others dream of evil they'd do if they could.
The polarity of dreams mold our world today.
When things we do turn to things we say.
Nightmares can haunt us, why must dreams resist?
Feeling unwanted even though we insist.
The fate of the future lies in our dreams.
Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
From the distance
I saw you
Even it was long time
I had seen you
I can recognize you
I am sure
Even if you were in between
Couple of hundreds
Same response I can
Get from you
As I know we were apart
But, Our bonding of hearts
Can make it work
When we were near
Or far
This is the magic of Love
Which spreads and help us
To be unite
Whatever had done before
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
i'll tear this
place apart just
like you did to
my heart.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Soon I will get far
Beneath our footsteps on a long shore,
The sand is soft and promising
And there she is
A beautiful muse
Waiting for me like there's no fear
In the world
Looking forward for challenges
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC