Hey! I would just like to say thank you for the views on my poems. It means a lot. It's my birthday today! Whoo hoo! 3/29!
I know this isn't a poem but...thank you. It is the best present ever

There is no use of drop like oceans
This ink of the world is too short to appreciate mother
O’ my heart, O’ my friend
Don’t worry about the letters
Words are also silent
There is no use of twinkling of stars
As the sky is also silent
As this mighty banner dare not to express its views
I am also not able to fix boundaries of your love
As
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
There is no even a single example in the world
O’ my mother
As you prayed for me

Who sees clearly?
It certainly isn't me.

I don't really see you,
And you will never truly see me.

Who says I see things like you do.
Do you see the same colors I see?
Is the blue I see the same as yours?

Perhaps we just learned to call them the same.
How different the world for us.
Yet we call it by the same name.

I wallow in a glass,
and look upon the world with disdain.
When I only have myself to blame.
Too much has changed and I can't go back.
I'm not the same nor are you.
I grow weary of this game.
Perhaps I'll wake up from this dream.
For now, I'll just keep moving along
trying to find a purpose.

False walls hide true words
They concede to a twisted view
and demented end game

I was the girl with the sharp tongue
and the overly seductive smile
the one everyone wanted to get to know but couldn't
I was the girl that made boys weak
and made girls talk

The girl that had a sense of humour
ready to hang with the boys and get ugly
the girl who could be friends with everyone
she knew when to be kind and when to be cruel

I was the girl that bets were made about
that never played by the rules
the one that made you shine when she was around
the one girls wanted to be
the one that stood out
Because she wasn't just any girl
She was The girl

I was everything to everyone
except who I actually was

As I sat at my old PC, and stirred the spoon around my tea.
As on my cigarette inhale I clicked to look at my e-mail.
My inbox nearly exploded with messages I'm overloaded.
All from new friends that came to me, since I joined Hello Poetry.

The views I had were in the k's with lots of comments and such praise.
I haven't met those who see, the efforts of my poetry.
But many came and took the time, to read my words and thoughts in rhyme.
The things they say are really kind and absolutely blew my mind.

I answer them with thankful glee that they should take this time for me.
It spurs me on, I feel inspired from all the kindness I've acquired.
I hope that I can pass on more and that my writing isn't poor.
So I type on and get to know them to thank them for the "Daily Poem",