Im like a plant who need a water,
A water of encouragement.
Im like a plant who need a sun,
A sun of positive thoughts.
Im like a plant who need a fertilizer,
A fertilizer to have a strong heart.
Im like a plant who need a soil,
A soil for healthy mind.
Im like a plant who need a comfortable place,
A Comfortable place to know that I am safe.
Im like a plant who need a care,
A care from a Gardener.
and Im like a plant who need a Gardener,
A Gardener who make me feel special, who loving me, take care of me, and who never give up until I achieve who the real I am.
No matter how strong you are, one day your tears will fall without knowing why.
You say you just want me to me happy
So I am
But then I'm told that I'm too happy
That I must be faking it
So I'm sad
And I show it
But then I'm told that I'm too sad
That I must want attention
But I don't want that
I want the opposite
I wish somebody would get that
Inspired by a friend who is told this daily. She puts on a smile because she doesn't want to appear weak and fragile, but then is told that she seems fake. I love her so much though and I wish she wasn't out under all this pressure.
The world is full of angry people;
Why can’t we all just live in peace?
Everywhere you go, you see the same old behaviour;
Different faces on different streets.
But still the same old negative creeps,
Creeping up on me.
Just leave me be and you will hear nothing of me;
Different people on different streets.
Still they want to fight, so they stomp their feet,
They wave their fist, they scream and yell. Where is the empathy?
Think only of yourself! Who raised these kids?
No-one it seems, for they cause nothing but grief.
They want to fight, because they are never right;
They are a war on polite society; the follower at night.
All I offer is peace, love and empathy;
All they give in return is misery.
So pity me as I walk along the same old streets,
Seeing the same angry faces, hearing the same old voice of defeat.
I wish these horrible people were seeking peace, just like me;
But they are different people on different streets.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I am Élodie.
I am a Human being.
I am a Girl
I am the third choice.
I am sometime the second.
I am never the first.
I am the depressif girl.
I am the girl who read lots a book.
I am the girl with the long sleves.
I am someone some people call "attention seeker"
I am girl
I am a human being.
I am Élodie.
I am broken.
yup, deep again, yup yup yup
became my favourite word..
i did not
a chaotic mess of a Julia set
nor did i
a labyrinth of crosswords.
one of everything you have
two of everything you have
we are no mirror of each other;
my hands are extended
when your hands are not
you were such a simpleton
the easiest book to be judged by its cover
you are such a simpleton
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 solve this problem
was complex like Julia set
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 ?
He look at me,Smiles
I laugh at him,waving good byes
still's into me,that guy !
Sometime we girls can turn preety mean,when a guy approaches us.Its not that we hate'em but Sometime girls love to receive special treatment & attention. *giggles*
Cadaver wants fame,
Posts— poetasteries . . .
. . . Never sees it's lame.
The tedious action we must all pull through
to arrive at the same conclusion
or maybe a comma
what an allusive ending
I'm curious now
but this is all a lie, of course
The need to find out
it was all a lie from my own mind
my head is crowded with mist
I can only see white
I'll fill in the gaps myself
or should I start again?
It's not bad,
what I've been saying
but I cannot stop these words
I do not crave sympathy
Contrasting to belief
I just crave justification
I don't even ******* know what this poem is about, not going to lie.. It's 2am and I need to write poems, but I'm a massive tangenter and it really shows in my poetry.
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