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Uncountable MEDALS I met in the past
Friends I thought were valuable
Were just to make a super thinking brain of my then mind
Now i am happy for them
They made me MEDALS that are real,
Only to be replaced.
Fake friends! """"""!!!
Perhaps I need stop writing
For my writing elicit no emotion
For my writing has no meaning
I just have to put a full stop.
I am a human being
I have emotion like you
I feel pain and loneliness
At times I am withdrawn
Not to add how I cry when you abuse me
I only stand on a single leg.
But real human I am
Who am I ?
I hear you ask
A poor chap trying to mess his way to success?
A failure trying his luck?
A crab thinking a lot but writing nonsense?
I hope I am not sarcastic to make you fear me
I am just trying to figure out if I am that important for you to ask who I am!
Sometimes negative feelings take control of life
My feelings have turned to hurt
They give me peace no more
I know they are from deep my heart
They are true feelings furthermore

They turned me pessimistic
And worse,the much I try to change them
I am defeated to feel optimistic
tell me, if my life shall depend solely on them.
Because if it depends,I am done

This reminds me my recent past
Where I was a decent guy
My friends knew I was excellent
They asked me on how to go
I wasn't proud to let them know
All the secrets I gave them,
Now,on my bed I lie in despair
Worried if my emotion is up to any good.

My feelings turned against me
To massacre my optimistic nature
And perhaps leave a corpse of a dying pessimist

One chance that remains
Someone to help me,
Like an assurance
If for once I will revive my success
And make it glitter than before

Still,i breathe
save me from dying early.
For I have known for years
That with money I can own ears
I can get the criminals bow
Whatever things I do,earns automatic show
Everybody show respect, for money is great
This is what people think is grate
But alas!
The money do not make water flow against the gravity in a stream
So for money is like steam
Hot and burning
But still cunning
Everything fake is money,
not true and sweet as honey!
Money has made everything fake
Was it not true love dear?
Every time I saw you I saw love
Mornings were warm and evenings were cool
Your touch was my gold medal
I loved you and only you
Now feel it for me!
You have another man when I cry
I'm not crying for anything but yours love
I love you and I'll love you
Kindly feel it for me!
It pains to cry for love!
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