"mathew" poems
Softly, gently, I sipped
your red cherry-lip petals
patiently, silently, I grabbed
your brown nip-let buds
deeply, knowingly, I drowned
into your blue eye-oceans
The feminine body turns
to be a dates garden
amidst my own
barren desert !
Williamsji Maveli
Email: [email protected]
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KGA (UAE Chapter)
Literary award for Poetry declared for
Williamsji Maveli’s “Arramviralthumbath…”
The Kallettumakara Gblobal Association (KGA), UAE Chapter has announced their first poetry award for excellence to Williamsji Maveli's third poetry collection titled as “Arramviralthumbath …” (On the tip of the 6th finger, published by H & C Books, Trichur) .The award has been declared by Mathew David, Chairman of KGA at their Executive Committee meeting held recently in Sharjah Emirate of United Arab Emirates. The award has also been considered for his poetic works scattered in his recently published book named as “Maa Salama." ( means "With peace" in Arabic). The poems have been gathered from different desert sketches, focusing on his real-time life experiences ,while he was working in UAE for more than 30 years. Williamsji, (Williams George), former Ras Al Khaimah based Journalist and lyricist of tester-years has been nominated for a literary award for the first time for literature. The Award is being formulated by KGA (Kallettumkara Global Association, UAE Chapter) for outstanding contributions to literature from the native writers of Kallettumkara, a village town in Trichur, Kerala in India. The award will be presented by the KGA’s UAE Chapter on the grand occasion of their 10th anniversary, which is being scheduled to be held during September, this year,
according to Mathew David, Chairman of Kallettumkara Global Association.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
I guess you really can not forgive me
in this beautiful country of yours
for I hold you so dearly, under those
Canadian stars, sure we may dream
miraculous things, but weight on
these feathers and waning wings
serpentine jealousy, babe, not envy
please, leave, me, be, innocent, of
steam, send onto me Jesus Christ
Girl, i need someone to clarify biblically
did the catholic we knifed, deserve
to call me a worthless being, or will i find him
in prison like everyone finds him I'm just
happy its 20 14, when Tupac is to be reborn
Judge his reasonings were, my Mother didn't raise me
Catholic, her mother did want her Mothers
Mother , to have not wanted to raise her
Daughter, catholic, in the snow, with a tune
for you, waiting at the St, Stephen Torro Cemetery
Holden , your best friends broken rosary/broken nose
Pope Francis, we came to opposite levels of holy,
Heaven or Hell only knows, over standing does not exist
Mathew 6 Be careful not to practice your righteousness in front of others to be seen by them. If you do, you will have no reward from your Father in heaven.
2 “So when you give to the needy, do not announce it with trumpets, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and on the streets, to be honored by others. Truly I tell you, they have received their reward in full. 3 But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, 4 so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
over the shoulder squeals
giggles atop great grandma's quilt
from under the tree
that we have all hit our heads on
way up in the field
screaming up in to the sky
NO POCKET KITE
WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!
diving a dipping
then crashing
youre no trick kite!
nothing but a dollar store impulse buy
ill *** you up and stuff you back
into the belt-clippable makeshift container
the one you shamefully came in
curse you and your inadequately short string
maybe she'll have you
return you to your designers glory
not i
oh but you
i see you
soaring
string waaaay to far out
dangling above the trees
and power lines to boot
aloft at least 100 meters up
today you soared
mathew perry shoot
thats what im going to call you
parachute in a bag
to heights i could never achieve
standing in the sand
waves crashing against phalanges
in those years
over a decade back now
and you
and your potential joy provided
collected dust
in that same place that i left you
all those years ago
but i had to call the dog back up
"TESS DOG, HEEL!"
and i had to wipe the quinoa of my hands
and roll up your string
she had to stop smiling at some point
your stewardess or should i say flight attendant
smiling, no loving.
or staying.
kissing.
oh lets stay here!
in the field
atop the blossoms of berries
yet ripened
smiling
"pulling and running!!!"
under the shade tree
on a blanket
holding hands
give me thirty days though
i have some things to work out
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
How is Gary..?
How are you..?
Is there something you need..?
Is there anything I can do..?
Appreciative and humble,
We need things not.
I pray for a mumble,
Or some sort of thought.
I can still see the life in his face.
We wait for miracles,
And watch them take place.
As we wait for his warm embrace
I say prayers at your side
while I hope hard you will come back.
Keep holding tight on this long ride,
And know our love for you will never lack!
Gary Mathew its not your time.
We all know this to be true.
Oh brother of mine,
I don't want to see a world with no you.
https://m.facebook.com/LoveForGary
https://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/love-and-support-for-gary-jr-/239630#.VCT4WRfll-U.facebook
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
i went to see the christmas lights yeah i did it wss fun
you see we were traveling around using our good eyes
we saw a few and i took a few photos after i had bolognaise and a beautiful cake
and i talked about the great poetry slanm a place to go to read poems
ya see, mate i thought the lights were fantastic, dude
we were sitting in the car getting photos of each’
we yelled out merry christmas to all the owners, cool man eat my shorts
it was radically awesome how each house had a lot of things in their display
i was talking about the movie deck the halls with danny devito and mathew broderick
both go for the right to be the streets christmas man
i am a bit of a christmas man, i love the idea of santa coming for the kids
dropping in through the computer, delivering presents as he he goes
i played santa at vinnies in belconnen and i enjoyed making the kids very happy
one kid said why do you want to play santa, i think playing santa gives me fulfilment
and we sing we wish you a merry christmas a full boar ripper christmas
we wish you a merry christmas
i have a big dose of schizophrenia, which makes me look tired
but, dude, it doesn’t really bother me, because i am healing, ya know getting better
and as i sit down anywhere, in cars and at hone, my mind has a tired look
sometimes it’s good to fight it, with the fact that you ain’t really tired
it’s just the high dose medication i am on
and as i travelled around the christmas lights
i was saying i wanna do more and i wanna see more, without looking at the time
because it was getting close to 10,00 and the others were tired
but me, i was happy to sit in the back looking at the lights till midnight
in the future i would love someone to take me out to civic on new years eve, that’ll be cool, man
and i think of bart simpson when i say, do the bartmab do the bartman
everyone back and forward from side to side
ya see, the medication makes me calm, making me think of how i was back in the 1970s
when i was mucking with my family in wood berry, and being told to shove my nose to the wood
but i loved stopping for an ice cream at hexham oak factory
and looking at the lights tonight, reminded me of when we walked down georgetown at their lights
ya see i was thinking, tonight, in the back seat, i am a happy dude, and the lights are making me a party dude
i wanna party all night long
it was a great christmas party, duds
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 6:52 AM UTC
Hurricane Mathew
I ask a third or fourth time,
When is it supposed to hit?
I ask
one second time later
But it's the
New day
Not a one
And not a
crucial
piercing
blue day
A simple tiny little
You
Day
Reformat
My mind from memories
Thinking then
Then the thought
making steps
a bit more pleasant
Healing the try and burning the gauze
For a brighter
(And th3n)
purified future
The outcome father,
Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes
So that now I am seeing
My childhood's house burn
I chew the candy now
Pink...
... moving lobes
Moving...
the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding
And that wasn't remembering
That was
(Or is it now)
Over and over
And it's over
Oh so oh oh
I mix my mediums
You've made a mistake
I mixed my mediums
Betrayed by blood magic
A sequence of sounds
The pen
A barn
And my
((And mine alone))
Crystallization
.
I wondered once
And surfed
I lied once
And shivered
I woke up
And spoke once
A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))
It's a lot of blood
And the drummers shake
My death
My . .
I wish to say
My pen leaks
Wish and pray because of Saturday
So today I stay
A madman
Oh...
so
mad
Man
Breathe wind breathe .
Breathing.
Win.
Win but breathe.
The shorter term breeze
And you'd say (I hope)
There he goes again.
Argh she blows.
Again.
And I continue this
A death without
A death tasting oh but so foul
Picture me as I stay asleep
A microphone's pop
Ad
And the sweetest feeling of kissing me
Not knowing
I cramp too soon
And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair
But what is that?
Virulity is
And power....
And all of this....
It is abracadabra
It is alakazam.
Life is a few minced words..
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
All it takes is half an hour, once the button's pressed
For a missile from Siberia, to land on the US
-
20 Mega Tons Death, 20 Mega Tons of Doom
Coming to the USA...you won't need a tomb
-
And this is only one! There fly many many more
And from submarines, stationed off our shore
-
Then Yellowstone will blow, San Andres too
Don't forget 'bout New Madrid...bid this world adieu
-
Read the Book of Mathew, chapter 24
This is on its way, blood and guts and gore
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I've reached Mecca.
10 Mathew Rd.
Blessed Beat Les Musique;
In the middle of this winding road.
(Son les mots)
Mersey shook the world
In the beginning;
In the end,
It sailed across the universe.
I get a feeling
Beneath this burning neon sign.
"The Cavern".
I imagine
I hear:
"I am he
And you are he..."
Peaking above holy ground.
Don't ask why
We said the things
We said today.
That weight is heavy.
Life is our hellos and goodbyes,
Good mornings and good nights.
And when I'm down,
And am so tired,
And when you needed someone,
We worked it out... back then.
Why worry over yesterday,
Let things be.
I'd hold your hand
As we descend
The thirty-three steps;
And there, stand again
Like we're seventeen;
Before the altar of song.
In this crypt I'm a child in line,
Buying tickets.
Now hold tight
As the two of us
Twist and twirl and shout.
I'm happy to dance with you.
From this cellar,
Rose sons of man,
To sing and teach
Of love and peace,
And the brotherhood
Of man.
Let's ascend the stairs, darling.
It's getting better.
The sun is out.
The moon follows.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
It was cold and grey
clouds covered the sky
Two men waiting for the bus
As the spring kissed goodbye
One was young
Bright , Mathew his name
Other was old
Tired ,they called him bane
On the other side
From the pavement across
Kids were playing
In dirt and moss
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah , childhood
Wish I could live it again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
How rude!
But at that moment
A pretty lady did cross
And Mathew stared
Coudnt keep his eyes off
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah, manhood
Don't you wish to be young again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
I was rude !
But at that moment
A beggar came in the plot
He asked for money
But Mathew had not
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah,charity
Mind some change ?
But bane just smiled
Not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
He's cold !
But at that moment
A bus came to stop
And the old got up
used his cane to guide and walk
And Mathew just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
and under his breath he muttered
I was blind !
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Rock: Confused yet strong,
Silent and passionate.
Hard place: Aware yet insecure,
Ambitious and promising.
Trying to be liberated;
Free from the ties of
Family and religion.
Unable to escape.
Planted in faith,
Scorched by doubt.
Pushing deeper to find
Waters of redemption.
Mathew, am I drowning? With
A milstone around my neck?
Falling asleep and drifting
To an eternity of darkness.
Earthly comforts and ambitions,
Desired deeply, and prayed for.
But soft skin calls to me. The strong,
Deep voice calls from straight ahead.
A crossroad. Red light.
Amber soon.
Time to decide.
Before it turns green.
Athiesm and faith.
Ask a priest.
Ask him if they can
Coexist.
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
listen
how
the
blind
priest of Wales
read
the
23rd psalm
Mark
and
Mathew
from
the touch of braille
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
You broke my heart saying you were gay
you stole the best years of my life and
i had a freaking *** change like you wanted
feel messed up in the head cause you asked
me to do something i did not want to do
i became a lady like you wanted. still ******
cause i got thoughts like i don't like me no
more cause of that *** change and losing my
job and all that kinda stuff. still **** at this
poem writing but getting better i think.
My name was Mathew and not i is just
mims cause of you asking me to have a
*** change then dumping me for a woman.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 5:44 AM UTC
*"Come to me, all you that are weary
and are carrying heavy burdens
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you,
and learn from me; for I am gentle
and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light."
Mathew 11:28 NRSV*
**You carry heavy burdens
of options you have few
I know it is great hardship
for I was once like you
I had a weary heart and mind
walking in your shoes
but I found a Helper
In Him I was imbued
So take His yoke upon you
He will help with all you do
when the Word was written
two oxen used to plow
and were yoked to the heavy carts
great burdens to allow
two oxen were used
held together with yokes of wood
one was inexperienced
the other understood
one was young and weaker
the other strong and hale
it would help the weaker one
who may slip and fail
it would stand by patiently
while the young one balked and grumbled
it would lift the weaker beast
if it fell or stumbled
this is what our Lord does
He helps when we slide
if we take His yoke upon us
and in Him abide
are you weak and tired?
under burdens groan?
Take His yoke upon you
*and you'll
NEVER BE ALONE***
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/29/2016
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
A blanket of warmth and close stitch
caress my skin comforting me
Heavy eyes symbolizing
peaceful nights
my worries shrink to childish thought
and laughter
I am pulled into a dream
in which you've brought to me
where the nightmares of today's
strife can not enter nor taint
and I am on the brink of a trance-like
sleep where I am aware
yet trusting held tightly in your hands
you keep me on the breezier side of cares
your love a dancing flame creating a cozy room
your smell intoxicates while locked in a sweet
embrace consumed by your aura
and baby blue's
you whisper so softly tales of forever
and the belief follows every utter
of the tune
I continue holding you as the tears roll down
and I wish I could capture them
for they were pure
full of truth and happiness
Once so jaded this feeling belated
but its finally arrived and it seems right on time
saving me from the terrors of love once known
I could see myself in you forever
balancing eachother as a whole
we fit as tho we were made for the other
and I am beginning to believe this is true
Sean Mathew Eckert I ode to you
and I will shout it from the rooftops
so all shall know
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
Mommy, you're so beautiful and wonderful
you work all day just so you can feed our hungry little mouths
I know you work so hard, I wish I could lift the burden from your shoulders
We've hit hard times mommy, the economy is ****
too many people are stingy, too many people struggle, not enough people live
Mommy, I wish you could have a day of rest
if anyone deserves it, it's you.
Although, I know you can't.
Once I can drive mommy, once I can work
I'll be able to help, although minimum wage won't make a difference.
It's just that, mommy, you take care of all of us
My older brother, Michael, who with autism is troubled
Me, the middle child, who is undeserving.
Mathew, the youngest, who is spoiled and has no idea the value of money.
My dad, who tries his best, mommy he does. Please just remember nobody is perfect.
Mommy, you are an angel, who keeps us all safe. We all love you mommy, with the bottom of our hearts.
Happy Mothers Day mommy :)
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
~
dusk brings a chill
o’er the ocean,
this secret stage
where twilight fades
in regent haze;
transformed, replaced
with slow drift,
swirling, mist
softly rolling in.
above, the sand,
a salt-washed beach.
a brimming tide
awaits release
of curtain rising
far above, and there,
like bio-luminescence,
she shimmers in the ether;
ancient existence,
always with us,
seldom seen,
her light serene.
a fresh emergence
each moonless night,
a shimmering of colors,
like a nightly bow
an arch of
color-filled delight.
though this night rests,
not drawn and taut,
exuding peacefulness;
her horse in all its glory,
feeding in her pastured stars.
drawing, telling
children wonder-eyed
of her richness,
of her treasures,
loving, storied skies,
light years in the making.
her curtain lifted,
these moments served,
to but a few.
a sacred showing
to our breath-taking,
memory-making eyes.
hovering in her milky skin,
she dazzles, beckoning;
her adieu at sun’s return,
at our rising disappears.
awaits another
night's re-appearing,
her celestial flow
like a river of
imagination, rippling,
much to our surprise,
a gifting
to awakened eyes,
never captured,
only living on...
in memories,
in moments raptured.
~
*post script.
inspired by Mathew Newman,
of Mathew Newman Photography
who captures the night sky so skillfully,
of the milky way rising above the pacific ocean
along southern oregon's secret beach.
his name for the photo that inspired this,
"Celestial Flow", of course.
sorry, i am not permitted to include links
but simply add www. to both these below and you will find what inspired me:
facebook.com/MatthewNewmanPhotography/
or
matthewnewmanphotography.com/wp-content/gallery/gallery-1/CelestialFlowWeb.jpg
*
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
-It was cold and grey
clouds covered the sky
Two men waiting for the bus
As the spring kissed goodbye
One was young
Bright , Mathew his name
Other was old
Tired ,they called him bane
On the other side
From the pavement across
Kids were playing
In dirt and moss
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah , childhood
Wish I could live it again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
How rude!
But at that moment
A pretty lady did cross
And Mathew stared
Coudnt keep his eyes off
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah, manhood
Don't you wish to be young again
But bane just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
I was rude !
But at that moment
A beggar came in the plot
He asked for money
But Mathew had not
Mathew turned
And whispered to bane
Ah,charity
Mind some change ?
But bane just smiled
Not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
Under his breath he muttered
He's cold !
But at that moment
A bus came to stop
And the old got up
used his cane to guide and walk
And Mathew just smiled
And not a word he uttered
Mathew was silent
and under his breath he muttered
I was blind !
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Twenty years ago I stood upon a stage
I learned there was a man
Who gave his life to save
Each and every one of us
No predudice in sight
This man his name was Jesus
To this world
He is the light. ( john 8 : 12)
He asked that we should follow him
By their fruits you will know. (mathew 7 : 20)
He hoped we'd read his words
With his guidance we would grow
To become more like the master
Be imitators of him
No longer chase our own desires. ( Galatians 2: 20 )
For he now dwells within
I walked this path for many years
Wasn't easy
I gave in
To all the things I shouldn't have
My life so full of sin
I've tried to run
Tried to hide
From the good lord up above
But he is the vine. (John : 5 : 15 )
I am the branch
He's still there -I feel his love
I now know and I realise
His hands upon me every day
I will now ask his forgiveness
Get down on my knees
And. Pray.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 8:25 PM UTC
In the gardens of a Gethsemane
under the branches of a
sick sycamore tree
slept the man they called
a prodigy.
A few of the many who followed him
knocked at the outskirts of freedom
to enter in.
The morning woke crossly for everyone
and the prodigal son was
on his way home with parables to plant
in the arable land which grow better than
Talents they tell me
in the garden of my own Gethsemane
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
My favorite verse of scripture [1], is from the Book that’s last
It’s about the Wrath of God, poured out on you en masse
-
Chapter number fourteen, verses nine and ten
As I watch you burn, I will shout AMEN
-
You’ll fulfill another verse, from the Sermon on the Mount
Mathew five verse five, God will settle His account
-
How many lovey-dovey “Christians” will there be that take the Mark?
All the non-Elect, to “The Way” you did not hark [2]
-
I will watch you burn…watch you fricassee and fry
After you’re well done, I will watch you die
-
Then you'll be sent to Hell, then the Lake of Fire
Forever there you'll burn, YOUR jESUS was a liar [3]
[1] And - Psalm 139:21
[2] Rev 13:8
[3] "Another jESUS" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/998361/are-you-a-christian/
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
At 3 am I sit on my couch
Placing my head between my knees and slouch,
Waiting for my phone to reach 100
But thousands of memories are reverting in my head.
I think, ponder and contemplate
Couldn't get any answers straight.
All the bemuse have covered me up,
So full that I feel now it's enough.
I asked myself a simple question
Am i doing something wrong?
My brain says you are very right
But my heart says you're on the wrong side.
I move forward to the window
And waiting for the sun to show.
But thoughts do not leave me alone
Made me feel like I'm just a drone
Doing nothing but just mating is not for me,
I'm to collect nectar even while I'm in a spree.
Then I woke up from everything,
I have confused myself in just a blink.
All I think about is past and future but not the present
I stop and say I'll live and cherish every moment.
By J Mathew
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
Loyalty and Honesty
Are such old fashion qualities.
Now Hatred and Envy
Are real celebrities and followed by paparazzi.
These celebrities have made us blind,
Destroying this world that was just fine.
They were first created in our mind
And flows down to our heart via our spine .
Now the devil is laughing and saying lol,
We have prioritized these qualities above all.
We do not understand that we are all equal
We have stoop down so low to find everyone's faults.
Many are teaching about goodness
But practising in our daily life is the hardest.
Injustice, bloodshed is what we witness,
But have no power to stand against evil's greatness.
No power doesn't mean we are weak
It means we are allowing the devil to play hide and seek.
Right in our minds, hearts and cheek
We have becomes fans of the worst freak.
J. Mathew
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
Just scribbling in the bible book
taking a gander
having a look at
what Jesus said,
but
there's a lot of other things going on with
Mathew,
Mark and especially Jonah who's
slightly older.
The unexpurgated edition tells
the real tale,
It's a bit Medusa to say the least.
But this is not about religion,
that's not my pigeon as the hawk would say,
that's if hawks could talk.
it's more of a stroll through the undergrowth
where the lichen grows or
dipping my feet in the water and wiggling
my toes,
Realisation.
nothing is real
people craft miracles from icicles
and how hot is that?
we talk in rivers of riddles
we walk on flesh made of stone
call it a poem
call it galvanised steel
but
nothing is real.
Infinity stretches out like a worm
and
how do you compete with it
or last as long as it.
Repro'
the double and triple,
quadruplicated replicas
in camera
locked in a screen,
the ripple that runs through
your dream
where nothing is real but you
know it's not true,
are you the potency of
the reprobate?
Summer and the winds are fair
to the seafaring man
who used to be there
but who
now lives in the mission.
All things end in the end which is
as unreal as it gets.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
His green eyes gleam and reflect the light,
Like the moon shines down on a chill autumn's night
I watch his face as he dreams his dreams
And wonder what he's seeing, if he sees me
He leaves me in awe and then goes away,
Sometimes to a dark place that I am not welcome to stay
Keep me in the cracks of your ever escaping mind, just as you to I
And let our memories seep out like rain from sky
Smiles so sweet and visions so true
Who knew this masterpiece was so askew
Like a painting that changes and morphs over time
Only the colors get brighter and more vivid are the lines
He's a creation in the making
Got me shaking so much
Just from drowning in the Ocean eyes of a masterpiece
So real you can touch
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 9:39 PM UTC
Ever feel like when you finnaly get smething right
you ***** up ten other things hurt 15 other people
and get so confused you lose sight of what you did right
and you feel alone in the world. You feel discontinued,
held back, and hurt.
You just want everything to go back to the way it was
but it never does.
The world is always changing
no matter if you want it to or not.
It seems when one person gets happy
other people get hurt and get neglected from there happiness.
You just want to make others happy
but you never take the time to get yourself happy
then you suffer in silence
till it just swallows you whole
and you just let it out and
people tell you to **** it up because they think they been through a whole lot more.
It hurts when you friends do this
but hurts even more when a friend who is like family says this not your actual family.
You act strong because someone has to be
and when you finally break somehow people find out and think less of you.
We all cant hold in our emotions all the time.
We break and are hurting and
people come and make you feel worse.
We want to turn back the clock and cant.
but we are forced to get over it.
Feb 7, 2012
Feb 7, 2012 at 6:17 PM UTC