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 ;)
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.
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.
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.
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..
Dear timekeeper, do pass this message to a young girl:- Tell her not to grow up Do everything she can. If only she knew how lonely she would become she would not be able to comprehend but make her understand there will be a day where nobody will blow her birthday candles nobody would sing her birthday song nobody will even spend time with her as she continuously wrinkles over in sadness; let her condense back into the surface of the earth in her happy beautiful self.
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.
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
Let me leave a gift to the unknown The present to the unknown Let the shackles of "now" be broken; As my feet be freed by broker--* To step back into the past Return to a time extinguished too fast Let me ere live in everlasting replay *My passé happiest display.
Discovered the term Nostalgia Depression. What I would give to relive all my happiest moments.. :')
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.