I try to write a poem,
but poems are too hard
Rhyming is for losers
and airy-fairy bards

To put a pen to paper
and write about your life
I've had enough of all of those,
they only cause me strife

Free-verse script is awful,
for fools without a beat
Repetition's far too simple
just repeat, repeat, REPEAT

Those lovey-dovey ode-things,
that wishy-washy crap
And poems about hatred,
you all deserve a slap

Spare me all your ramblings,
I don't care how you feel
Your self-expression surely stinks
of mouldy day-old eel

To tell a tale of wonder
never ceases too be trite
To sing of magic wonders
is nothing but pure *

Your metaphors are useless,
your imagery is vile
Your sense of diction makes me gag,
I cannot stand your "style"

So save me your quotations,
please spare me all your rhyme
Shove that poem up your rear
and cease to waste my time

I look at what I've written,
this jumble of clichés
Looks like I wrote a ****** poem
so I'm the one to blame!

When the first time I see you...
My mind blew up
It drive me crazy
When you say I love You
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But now,
I realize...
It just a fake, a nonsense
I achieved from you
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You're moving on
You leave a scar deep in my heart
You leave a memories I couldn't forget
A beautiful memories that hurt
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I standing here alone
With the pain inside me
But I know I am strong
I have to take this pain
I know I can
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I just stay here
Watching you
No matter the sun getting hot
No matter the nights getting colder
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I am here waiting for you
You hurt me but I faithful
Your love
My love
We will start this all over again
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Without pressure
Without pain
Without broken heart
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Love,
Sometimes hurt
But broken heart can't stop me
Like Kelly Clarkson song
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What doesn't **** you
Always make you stronger

There's a cold dark corner
in the back of my room,
it speaks to me
and says I'm coming for you.

As I lie on my bed
in the fetal position,
my eyes are closed
hoping and wishing.

Maybe that one day
my dreams will come true,
that I don't have to be here
so down and blue.

The corner keeps talking
about how I'm going to die,
all I can do
is lie there and cry.

As the corner gets closer
and takes me in,
my soul starts to burn
as so does my skin.

My bones shall lie there
turning to dust,
my bed surrounding
nothing but rust.

We often feel as though
God is far away
And we often feel that
He Is distant when we pray

So often we feel lonely,
Not knowing where to turn
Just a touch from God above,
Our longing spirit yearns

So many times in our lives,
God seems slow to act
We cry out in desperation,
But it's faith we often lack

For God is not being slow
In coming to our aid
He comes through in His time,
We just need to learn to wait

The Lord is never distant,
He is there by our side
And continues to walk with us
Through the storms in our lives

He always hears our hearts cry
And answers all our prayers,
He won't leave us all alone,
For God is always there.

Our world isn't what it looks like
The world isn't like a beautiful field of flowers
The fascinate sky and and conjure wind flowing through
But we didn't know what's dangerous hidden inside all wonders

Life isn't as happy as we thought
Our world full of sin and humanity lie
Destroying all the beauty of life
That's the reality I've seen so far

World is a battlefield
We are in our war with the devils
Our choice changes our fates
We must win our fight so we can get a happy eternal life

We don't own this world
This is not our home
This is just a beginning of our journey
Be critical so we can succeed

Stand up for yourself, that's what you need
****** no one, ****** your God
God knows everything so we must believe Him
Let's go winning this battle

Our World, Is Our Battlefield

I can see clearly now
The rain is gone
I can see all abstaces in my way
Gone are the dark clouds
That had me blind
It's gonna be a bright

I think I can make it now
The pain is gone
All the bad fellings have dissapeared
Here's the raimbow
I've been prayin' for

Look all around,
There's nothing but blue skies
Look staights ahead,
Nothing but blue skies

Increase our faith so we may see
What You're doing in our lives
And all that we'll accomplish in You
So our faith begins to rise


We need to be reminded, Lord,
Of the small mustard seed
And how the same amount of faith
Moves mountains if we believe


As we walk in pure obedience
With confidence in You,
Our faith begins to grow and flourish,
Bearing more abundant fruit


We must go beyond the limits
Of our comfort zones,
Our faith is activated at those times
When we walk into the unknown


For it's when the safety net is gone,
We realize we need our Lord,
When there's nothing left to fall back on,
We must lean on God much more


And faith is released in our hearts
As we bend our knee to pray;
We shall be strengthened as we walk
And commit to Him each day.

I had a life
An unpeaceful one
A life full of blood
A life within tears and sacrifice

Trusting no one
Not even a single creatures
I don't know why I am still alive

I'm haunted by the past
By the memories
By the shadows
Haunted by someone
Someone from the past

Better die than live this way
A life...
That only full of my guilty
My fault
My lies

Yes,
I make someone cries
I ruining people life
And now I haunted by my feelings
That shadows in my mind
Looks so clear as a crystal
Haunting every second of my life
Following every footsteps that I take

I have been haunted,
I have been killed from the inside,
Now I'm just the shadows,
Who have fade away...

The love of God is greater far
Than tongue and pen can ever tell
It goes beyond the highest star
And reaches to the lowest hell

The guilty pair, bowed down with care
God gave His Son to win
His erring child He reconciled
And pardoned from his sin

When years of time shall pass away
And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,
When men, who were refuse to pray
On rocks and hills and mountains call

God's love so sure, shall still endure
All measureless and strong;
Redeeming grace to Adam's race-
The saint's and angles' song.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade

To write the love of God above,
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky

Love of God, how rich and pure
How measureless and strong
It shall forevermore endure
The saints' and angels' song

I've been trying to write this poem for days,
I pick up the pen and it just feels
lifeless ...
unlike what lives inside my heart.
so
I sing soft whispers to the wind
hoping it would take me to you..
 
 
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My head used to spin
trying to figure out my purpose,
why I'm here,
where I belong;
asking questions to gods
 
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 I never believed in soul mates,
 now you have me seeing
things I never knew existed:
 
Paradise
in your eyes,
home
in your arms.
You gave me the inner peace I've been struggling to find,
I guess this is what it means
to know life in every breath.
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So tell me do you hear it too,
how our hearts beat as if one...
because you have this poet stuttering,
almost speechless,
breaking down with joy,
and every single tear
is a word I don't know how to say.

Sick of Crying
Tired of trying
Yeah I'm smiling
But inside I'm dying

I can't stay with you forever
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like my heartbeat rhythm
Didn't last against the clock
And all the beauty of the love
Will faded or disappeared
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Nothing lasts forever
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let me breathe for a moment before it is lost
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I cannot hold your hand forever,
Or take care of you forever
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Old soul went immediately
To prepared the replacement

Nearer, my God to Thee
Nearer to Theel
E'en tough it be
A cross that raiseth me

Still all my song would be
Nearer, my God to Thee

Though like wanderer
The sun gone down
Darkness be over me
My rest a stone

Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God to Thee

With my working thouts
Bright with Thy Praise
Out of my story griefs Bethel I'll raise

So by my woes to be
Nearer, my God to Thee

Or if on joyful wing
Cleaving the sky
Sun, moon, and stars
Forgot upwards I fly

Still all my song
Shall be nearer my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God to Thee
Nearer to Theel

A faded leather notebook filled with lines he'd never read
  Was never far away from where he slept
The book that she had written since her love was but a seed
  A book so full of her he always wept
She never let him read it and he teased her every day
But now he held her poems as he missed her every way

Each page is filled with all her hopes her love and yes her dreams
  Each verse is filled with him in every line
His life is now an ancient suit that's split in all the seams
  Each day another step on his decline
She was the only reason that he woke up every day
The woman that he loves and now he misses every way

He tried to read the sonnets that his son said were so sweet
  But he could never read beyond the first
For all the lines were tortures his endurance could not meet
  With every word he thought his heart had burst
She had written in the notebook at the end of every day
And her poems are the loving that he craves in every way

And now the leather notebook lies there clasped in lifeless hands
  He'll never read the verses of her heart
But his mourning son beside him has a soul that understands
  His father never had the strength to start
He will treasure all the poems that were written every day
They're the story of his parents whom he loved in every way

The crow flies
People die
Souls are lost
Tears dry
Love fades
Blood stops dripping
The sun sets
Flowers turn to dust
People turn to stone
The crow freezes And life ..........

It's about 12 o'clock, a midnight
A coldy one...
-25°C degress out there
Creating an Icy land

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door
I take step downstairs
Without switching the lights
Sliding the doors slowly
Making a creepy crrk sound

No one there
Not even a shadow
Or a single point of lights
I light up my flashlight
But ran out the battery
So I take the candles
Lighting it up and...

Arrggghhh I heard a scream
So creepy and hopeless
A girl
She's not just scream
She's calling my name

I ran and ran
She chasing me
Without leaving any footprints

She is scary
She has no face
She full of blood

Then ****** a knife to me

Then I woke up
From my cold nightmares

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,