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Charlie Jun 2015
May be dis road I wanna travel
Is not for me

May be the thoughts I have
wanna fool me

But still I feel my mind approves right
may be dis dark sky seem to bright

I know what can I do
But still people tease me
I don't want others telling me what can I do

Dis is the road I wanna choose
I never complain for my wrongs
Coz I know I m only responsible for my rights

All I want people keep their opinion wid themselves
And let me rule my mind
Charlie May 2015
I wish I could say what your presence means
I wish I could say I feel your absence

I wish I could say you are beautiful
the way you are
I wish I could say the way I have fallen for you
I wish I could say your tears hurts me
I wish I could say with your smile my world seems beautiful

I wish I had said this what I wish to say
Love takes time but finds its own way
Charlie Apr 2015
Its always not because of suffering
Its what u get for living

if a man can create so much suffering
what right does he have to complain
when he himself suffers

Its always not because of someone
It may be to tell, its coz of no one

in the turning of twilight
there's shadows of moonlight

Its always not to let me down
It may be a grow up sign

Its always not to cry on destiny
It may be a call to write own destiny

Pain is nothing just a state of our mind
to tell u the truth to be ur own kind

Wht u learn may save u from suffering
learn from who are slumbering

     *Its time to redefine pain

      Its time to enjoy dis game
  *Its time to call it game of pain
enjoy d game of pain.. a bit of sorrow a lot of happiness
  Apr 2015 Charlie
Heather Anderson
I don’t understand how I even try, especially when the only thing I ask is “Why?”
Did you play with me as if I were a puppet in some game?
Or did I mean anything to you at all?
You give truth to the phrase “All men are the same”
And one day, I pray, that your pride will meet its downfall
For nobody deserves this… your selfishness.
I am probably going to add on more to the beginning at some point
Charlie Apr 2015
He cannot fly
He cannot hop
He cannot run at all
But you should see,
The way he goes,
Slowly up the wall.

He cannot skip,
Or race about.
He has one way to go,
And as I watched him,
I must say,
He's good at going slow.
never leave hope its never the last time
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