happy birthday to you this song i sing to you always a song to you never a song to me from you
happy birthday to you this gift is from me to you a friendship obligation towards you but never remembered by you
happy birthday to you here i am eating with you smiling for the birth of you while all i had was an online greeting from you
happy birthday to you perhaps it never crossed you that i have a birthday just like you and i have yet to celebrate mine with you
enough of 'friends' who just want you to celebrate their birthdays and never make effort to celebrate your birthdays..so much for 'friends'..thank you for making me jealous all the lucky people out there who have friends to celebrate their birthdays while i have none..i have no friends..**** life..
I am* the black sheep among the *high-achievers and the sociable. We don't even baaa.. the same tune. Nothing ***** more than being compared to them. It is the height of cliche, lack of imagination, unoriginal.
I don't want to drown among the lovesick poets-- They wax lyrical about love all day Moan in pleasure in the night Convert to a religion of romanticism-- Fuels them high on romantic idealism till they fall back down to grounds of realism; Turning into the brokenhearted poets I want to avoid-- They wax lyrical of their 'wounds' all day Moan about their pain all night as if the sky fell down; To these poets, I'll give you a word of advice:- Yours is not the worst on the plate; *be prepared to suffer pain if you only want pleasure.
Yes, I lost count of how many lovesick or heartbroken poems I've seen on this site. I don't get the why most people here are only inspired by romantic love.
Girl, do you want a bad boy? Warning: if you can't handle the heat, get off the stove.
Know them: Bad boys are bad not there to put up some suave show they do bad stuff with ill intentions not just some petty mean stuff.
Identify them: They may not even look like one cue the handsome look they may even act like angels it's really hard differentiating them from their goody two shoes counterpart. How i find one when there's no archetypal look??
Game plan and execution: 1. Do something to blend in, not asking you to dabble in crime. 2. Make them feel at ease with you If you're hot, you can opt to skip to step 2. You can be rest assured you won't blend in like the normal plebeians.
So open your eyes wide you might strike the lottery! if you're (un)lucky you may score one real bad ***. Good luck in your pursuit.
tick tock tick tock tonight, the sand of time disperses i'll be an inventor invent my fairy tale mary sue be my name everybody be my friend prince be my knight in shining armor a majestic palace will be where we call home skies always be pretty blue fields a grassy green and we will all live happily ever after until sand of time is almost all scattered after all sand castles were never stable my alarm clock attempts to wakes me up and i'll wish to never wake up again... tick tock tick tock life goes on again till the day my clock expires..
We* all have weights on our shoulders so Why *discriminate people for their weight? We all have fats in our body so why single out and point at that plump person just to have a good laugh ? or Are you so insecure of yourself? There are only two types of people in the world; those who are happy and those who are miserable. So don't look at our physical weight, look at our tired shoulders who have been carrying our emotional weight.
i am also human. Let's all learn to be less judgmental ;)
His arms failed to reach around her wide lopsided smile. Her mind played silly word games with her lisps His feet tapped in no choreographed motion; ambiguity Her tongue tastes wine with no knowledge His fingers circled in absentminded anticipation Her warmed hands circled in rubbing His first dinner date Her blind date His date Her
no..no..no... with reluctance became my favourite word.. i did not carve myself into a chaotic mess of a Julia set nor did i speak a labyrinth of crosswords.
i have one of everything you have and two of everything you have and yet we are no mirror of each other; but my hands are extended when your hands are not
as if you were such a simpleton the easiest book to be judged by its cover and yet you are such a simpleton for judging me by my cover writing me off before you read my contents..
please don't say i'm weird...you were just lazy to try to solve this problem to you was complex like Julia set build upon thousands of crossword puzzle..
i can't count the number of people who don't understand me or don't even make the effort to understand me in my life, they think they know what's best..well whatever, probably i do not understand them as well ?
I was seduced by your tongue. From the menu in it's ripe pink bequeathed with syllables of toxic waste pronounced; production rivaling the healthiest liver in this materialistic marketplace.
Still it is a delicate decadence not for the faint-heart by recommendation can only be served in it's ****** state never preserved with age nor maturity for it's zest for life can never be tainted even when cooked it still wags on and on.... churning more poison.
I placed my order may the best man win, I was not a coward. Bon appetite.
She was unique; Her story was not. Clutching a torn teddy imprinting ****** footprints while she absconds from her assailant she calls 'mama' until a good Samaritan replied placed her in an institution caged with other children where they hate 'mama', they beat her till she called 'mama' no more.
My dear friend, Summer from the equator Your smile beams with happiness leaves me warmth overjoyed.
Cloud did not our loving conversation interfered Wind did not our amicable words interrupted
yet limbs of mine turn freezing numb hands of mine keep growing cold.
Ti's of my heart decided with an acquaintance; Winter.
It was then; A feast for love dearest Spring has prepared in desires of excesses got us acquainted
infected me with undying loneliness
locked me with rigid sadness.
Thus, please do not misunderstand; may our friendship continue when the season ends.
it's just sadness :'( 19th March 2017: This poem more than 2 years ago was written when I was humiliated by a teacher in a class. I really disliked the fiery lady who did that to me. She was the haughty rich woman and I am the nobody; of course she could say whatever she wants. When I wrote this poem, there was no anger. There was just sadness. I certainly did not expect her to succumb to her illness on the 17th of March 2017. Rest in Peace, my teacher. May the anger, pain, and sufferings of your soul be extinguished.
Every time I hear of you-- I wonder what when wrong that you would choose another over me.
The cogwheels of my brain would constantly rewind to the very day we meet; the nerves I had prior and the brief good memories.
This bitter nostalgia reminded me of my foolish sense of hope that I was the special one among many others--
Only when I was told that I was rejected did I realise... I was only a pitiful jester; dancing and joking for your fancy on that very day.
I could not help thinking, being rejected on a Christmas eve is a terrible Christmas present, and also the only Christmas present I had.
They say that it was not His will-- But they also did not know... Perhaps it was His will that I spend the dead morning of Christmas soaking my pillow in tears while nursing a overactive mind.
And yes, I saw you again on New Years Eve-- from afar, where everyone was celebrating of their successful association with you with delirious hopefulness and motivation... Meanwhile, I was made to welcome the New Year all alone with tears in memory of your rejection.
Happy belated New Year. So yes, I will not have ****** expectations and resolutions for 2019. I will be realistic.
Sometimes rain is needed for us to see the rainbow.
Special note: On the way back from a long trip, the clouds suddenly got glum and raindrops start trickling down. After a while it stopped and i saw the most beautiful rainbow i had ever seen in my life- three overlapping rainbows in the blue sky. Considering the fact that this happened after writing this piece, i found it really special.