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llyana May 2014
All i can see is black and white
  Tried to get up on my knees and fight
           Searching for a ray of light
     Before i completely lose my sight


   All I know is that I keep on running
   It was a long long road of dreaming
       But something inside my head
                        is screaming
      That maybe I should stop hiding


          I took another step and then
                   the light comes in
    Maybe It's not too late for me begin
              I'll face every battle and
                     i'm sure i'll win
        Because althroughout, to Him,
                          I will lean.
There are times that we feel lost. We dont know ourselves. We keep on searching for things we dont know. Our world seems empty, no color, just black and white. That's the time we look up on Him. And He will show us the light. He'll give us courage to face anyone or anything :)
Tommy Johnson Dec 2013
We are all here

The values and morals we’ve all held dear are now gone

Now look!

Can you think of your next move?

Has the migration begun without you?
llyana May 2014
Goodbye doesn't always mean the end
Like a broken heart that can never be mend
Sometimes it means a new beginning
Forget the past and start believing

Say goodbye to the guy that broke your heart
Goodbye to the memories that tore you apart
Goodbye to the girl who was never been smart
Goodbye to the place where it all starts

Remember there are things we are better without
Like relationships that will never work out
Stop thinking and living the past
Instead, tell yourself "It will be the last"

Everything happens for a reason
Like winter changes to another season
Welcome a new day with a smile and say "hi"
Because sometimes, there's really good in goodbye.
We cant just live forever in the past. We maybe hurt but someday it will be fine. It is not a bad idea to begin again. To say goodbye to everything that once become the best in our lives. There's a lot of good things ahead of us.

Just keep moving forward. Let His will be done.
llyana May 2014
Like autumn leaves that fall on a tree
Or a turtle making its way to the shore
I dont know what you've done to me
But will you worth opening my door?

Because the longer i look into your eyes
The deeper i get to fall right into you
And I cant explain but it feels so nice
To know youre feeling the same way too

I never expect this time would come
That i will let somebody in
After all the heartaches that i've gone
You're like gravity and so you win.
Why do I always write poems about love? Whatever :)
I'm a rainstorm
You think I'm done, and then
I begin again.
Esther Apr 2014
A moment’s pleasure is worth
A year’s pain
For the happiness of a moment
Is completely immeasurable

However the pain of a century
Doth bare its mark
On the backs of many
The ones that have been weighed down
Not only by the misery of themselves
And the tragedy of life
But by the shame of the gratitude
That they have failed to bestow

Just as the happiness of a moment
Does not bring eternal joy
Similarly, a life without suffering
Surely does not guarantee eternal freedom of the heart
And so it comes about
That one cannot truly appreciate life
Without having first suffered

The beatings of the winds of darkness
Always meet an end where they rest
Offering an escape to the hopefuls
And thus calamity only befalls
Those who lay in wait
For them to begin again.
Nicole and MJ Apr 2014
Come, come with me to wonderland, where it all began.
Come, come with me to the place where we had it all.
We had it all...
Won't you come with me to wonderland, come see once again, where it all began.
Wonderland, where it all began, wonderland, where we left our hearts.
Wonderland, where I was yours, wonderland, where you were mine.
Please come back to another life, another place, another time.
Come with me where I took your hand, come join me in wonderland.
Daylight 4U2C Apr 2014
This is not the person you once knew,
my face is dried and thin.
I haven't got the faintest clue,
how the picture remains,
nor who,
why,
or when.
I only recall some old 'honey' song
And how every line would begin,
"I love, love, love you."
As if to not speak of love was a sin.
I no longer know what to say or do,
struggling to remorse here once again.
It hasn't been very long,
but I feel I have forgotten the feel of your skin.

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