"tyms" poems
shudnt talk to you ..
coz u my opposite...
coz u r moody...
Coz u make me sad...
coz u get angry at me all d tym...
coz u total dog sumtyms ..
coz u r d one who has kissed so many girls.....
coz u dun trust neone....
coz u don't tellme how u feel at all..
Or jus mayb I shud talk to u?
Coz Mayb opposites attract...
Mayb coz u apologize with smileys that makes me smile ... .
Mayb coz u cn make me smile even if u r d reason m sad...
Mayb cz I get angry at u n u laugh at me..
Mayb cz I cn b a ***** at tyms too..
Mayb cz I want to kiss u..
Mayb cz I trust u..
Maybin d hope dat u will tellme how u feel .. Sumday !
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:20 AM UTC
There are tyms when nothing as real as pain;
And than,
She shielded herself again
With strong silent invisble wall
With same expressionless face,
Doing all chores
Performing daily duties
And shut the door on her heart;
For sometyms, forever....
"Y dnt u close it for eternity?";
"I have a hope
And endless diminishing hope
For i know there is nothing as real as pain
And i am v scared!"
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
I come from a place that’s so so dark,
I left long ago but it still lingers in my heart,
So I carry it with me everywhere I go,
A wicked little curse. A small piece of home,
At tyms I feel like my minds not my own,
Like the anger inside of me acts on its own,
Constant reminders of a boy all alone. in a harsh cold world far far from home,
I’m a stranger to most outcasted by all . How can ones faith in another be so so small?
The feeling of love is alien indeed. But I still long for it like a fiend in need,
Forget me nots I scribble in plenty,
But the need to push people away always seem to Tempt me
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
With a saddened grim on her face
She opened her eyes from the last tiring night
It was heavy in sleep, burdened dreams
So many desires, leaping their last breath of faith!
Many nights like last night, many dreams dark bright,
And they have secured their place in this tiresome attire!!
I see, my heart has many spaces
For love of different sprouts
Seeds of these different kinds have occupied the broken and , some closed doors
And windows open and shut at different tyms!
This heart, a swollen ****** heart
Seeks through these half opened windows
A bright sun, with rays shining like a golden armour!
I have beseeched every part with the utmost love
And now the plants have turned into strong doves,
Enrooted deep in my blood!
May be, after years of turmoil
Few broken windows will be stolen
And others repaired
And the nights will be nomore enchroaching
And my demons will not take last leap of faith
And,
Might be ill beleive the fact
That LOVE DO EXIST!!
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 3:09 PM UTC