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pema-choeden
pema-choeden
Hi! I am Pema. Nice to meet you.I am a Tibetan(Hope you have heard about the country TIBET)But I was born in India.Living as a Refugee.I love writing a lot but I'm still working on my Grammar.I try my poems to be Beautiful and as well as funny and easy reading so that everyone could understand.I don't use much Bombastic words I just want my poems to be simple and lovely! Beside writing I love singing and Hey! I can play Guitar too ;).I stay away from Dramas of the life.I love making friends with everyone but the truth is I rarely have Good friends.Music is everything in my life.I am a very funny Girl. Yeah! very very funny.
Pema is my name Life is a tiring game I prefer straight hair and now my pimples are everywhere My guitar is my best friend I love Music till the end I was Born under the 18 of Sunday but I still don't know where is my way I write Poems because it rhymes I wear big Same old Jeans and big T-shirt I always think Love comes first Headphones is always plugged in my ears I've some of my biggest fears I can be really too funny as well as sometimes too lonely I learn from my mistake most of the time just too late Life is a fairy tale for me But i don't know where I should be I call myself fearless But believe me I'm a big reckless I carry major dreams on my back That's why it gives me heart attack People thinks that I'm a weird girl but I'm just trying to fit in this crazy world I sing myself to sleep I'm just too deep My life is a long story book but would you like to take a look? ♥♥
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
My Introduction
OUR MOTHER 1959 they took our mother away Ever since then we are dying day by day The huge collapse seems doesn't bother anyone even the blood that runs from the merciless gun Reds stole away the mother we had And we are still fighting for that She used to shine so bright But now she has barely any light We remember the catastrophic day of 1959 and I wonder why the world thinks we are still fine Our mother says "It shatters my heart to see my children Children that have lost their lives Children that have been killed by knives" Our Mother is waiting for us Waiting for the sun to burst We have to try and try Cause we cannot let her die She have to live on and on with this pain But I wish I could put her up in the frame She can be healed If only the world could feel People asks me "WHO IS YOUR MOTHER?" I hold my head high and say "My mother is treasured with love My mother lives high above My mother lives where the mountains glows My mother lives where the rivers flows I am a child of the beautiful mother well known I am a child of the beautiful mother that have been torned And Promise me you will never forget I am a child of the beautiful mother named TIBET" Our mother will shows us the way Till then my brothers and sisters do not give up anyway The light of hope will come and glow We will smile and say "BHOE GYALO,BHOE GYALO"
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Our mother