to have you?
Do आप remember that i missed you
every single day,
dreaming of you, dreaming of
प्यार that never fades, never dies.
What do आप see in my eyes now?
Do i look at आप the same way
i looked at आप before?
Oh i was so calm and happy in
your embrace, so peaceful.
Why do आप see fear in my eyes now?
Can आप remember, oh can you?
I was such a fool,
i blinded my eyes not to see
the defeat of my own.
I covered my face not to see
where my प्यार would lead me.
Do आप see it now,
oh can आप feel it now,
there's nothing left
in my eyes, only pain and fear.
I'm still shaking while
you're looking at me,
i'm scared of your vile lies,
but i won't take it,
no i won't take it for granted.
Back there and now we're so different,
aren't we?
I see your face now,
you've been hiding it from me
for a while.
आप see me now, कड़वा and empty,
i can not प्यार you,
oh i'm so scared of loving आप again,
so i'm gone,
baby i'm gone,
and my प्यार is fading,
blinded eyes now can see.
Torn and featureless.
Jaded words tangle.
Her worlds have been destroyed, mutilated.
Lifting from me, she sees no shine.
Just a morbid hanging light.
Blood coils around her wrists.
Struggling to emerge.
Calling out, but not even an echo.
Her mirror is my mind.
Seeing the outside.
She decides to stay a prisoner.
In My cell.
Her malice never seen.
But the darkness have witnessed the fangs.
Wanting to say she is careful and sane.
The beast is right under her skin.
Laughter is distant.
Now, it is forever tarnished.
आप see and I see the neglect.
My untamed beauty.
i listen to the दिल beat hit my roof
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent घास that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that दिल of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to खरगोश, हरे this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those सवालों
the clear beads of blood slides down onto leaves of the tree
on the the blades of innocent घास that's being pelted in the down poor
and as it beads up
it looks as if the leaves have a paper cut
like that on a kindergartners finger just learning how to shape the paper
and as it slips off and falls
it looks like the tears on that very child's face as they look for someone to make it better
and as i lay there listening to that दिल of rain
i think what if every one in this world could be able to खरगोश, हरे this delightful sound
feel the healing drops that comes from the heavens
then.. i wonder would this world be better
would people stop going hungry and thirsty
would evil one's change for the better
im not sure but if everyone would wonder about this
then couldn't we be like that sweet rain
with are hearts beating against a roof of a wondering mind as one body and soul
then could we answer those सवालों
this is just some free writting i did a महीना या two पूर्व
i'm tierd of waiting for आप to tell me how आप feel
so i'm not gunna wait for आप any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares और then i think आप ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for आप
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what आप think is it any good??? या is it no good??
i'm tierd of waiting for आप to tell me how आप feel
so i'm not gunna wait for आप any longer
i'm gunna find some one new
in fact i''v found him
and he's super sweet
he's tall dark and handsome
he's every thing i want
he cares और then i think आप ever have
he makes me smile
he makes me laugh
he likes the things i like
he's there when i need him
so here i say it i'm not gunna wait any longer for आप
cuz i'v found the one i was looking for.
okee so tell me what आप think is it any good??? या is it no good??
And the mountain disappeared
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way
द्वारा the light I see in your eyes
The world I know fades away
But आप stay
As the earth reclaims its due
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the प्यार that we have shared
Before time
If the years take away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to your side
The north तारा, स्टार may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn there always
Lit द्वारा the प्यार we have shared
Before time
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories that we've made
Dissolve away
One shining light will still remain
When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begins
There'll be no shame
Just the प्यार that we have made
Before time
(wonderfully performed द्वारा CoCo Lee)
told you there was a clown~!
Some can be long and rough.
While others can be both of that stuff.
Poems have this sort of glow
And when they are running low
Someone reads them and what do आप find?
A beautiful story that will get stuck in your mind.
Some poems make आप cry.
Some poems make आप fly.
Others can make आप smile.
While some can even make आप feel quite vile.
I like poems because they express feelings.
Even if आप don't want anyone to know.
What is going on inseide your head.
It might even confuse आप so~
This is what I want आप to do.
POst this poem and I will too.
Share with the world around.
हे look! A picture of a clown!
don't pick up your purse
dept can be quite a curse
When your sad and wishing आप were dead
then remember these words.."I प्यार you"
and let it एक प्रकार का जहाज़ आप over the head.
And even if its not from your chosen one,
at least its from someone. आप can never say
that your not wanted. nor will आप ever be forgotten.
And as I'm लेखन this poem, I remember something
आप once कहा as आप sat in bed.
"I'm not wearing any socks"
......As I get a nose bleed now, has anyone got a tissue? Its very much in need.
~*~Fire and Ice~*~
~*~ A Poem द्वारा Robert Frost~*~
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I प्यार this poem.What do आप think of Robert Frost's आग and Ice poem?I remember पढ़ना it in the English classroom in school, I absolutly fell in प्यार with it.Robert Frost happens to be my प्रिय कविता writer.My friends, however, don't care for poetry, while I think it's beautiful writing.What do आप think?Of the poem, and his poetry?
~*~ A Poem द्वारा Robert Frost~*~
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
I प्यार this poem.What do आप think of Robert Frost's आग and Ice poem?I remember पढ़ना it in the English classroom in school, I absolutly fell in प्यार with it.Robert Frost happens to be my प्रिय कविता writer.My friends, however, don't care for poetry, while I think it's beautiful writing.What do आप think?Of the poem, and his poetry?
A poem inspired द्वारा Linkin Park's Numb. I hope आप like it. Enjoy. :)
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I’m scared, my दिल is racing.
That hand is coming closer.
It’s going to get me…
I can’t run, I feel pinned.
The serpent of fear is coiled around me.
It’s getting closer, that hand.
I try to stop it, my last effort.
It’s too strong, violent, merciless.
I scream, as tears flow down my cheeks.
I grit my teeth, my head pounding.
The hand is almost to me now, it’s reaching, stretching, tensing.
That hand…
That hand…
That hand… is going to get me…
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I’m scared, my दिल is racing.
That hand is coming closer.
It’s going to get me…
I can’t run, I feel pinned.
The serpent of fear is coiled around me.
It’s getting closer, that hand.
I try to stop it, my last effort.
It’s too strong, violent, merciless.
I scream, as tears flow down my cheeks.
I grit my teeth, my head pounding.
The hand is almost to me now, it’s reaching, stretching, tensing.
That hand…
That hand…
That hand… is going to get me…
We shall have beds full of subtle perfumes,
Divans as deep as graves, and on the shelves
Will be strange फूल that blossomed for us
Under और beautiful heavens.
Using their dying flames emulously,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Which will reflect their double light
In our two souls, those twin mirrors.
Some evening made of rose and of mystical blue
A single flash will pass between us
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;
And later an Angel, setting the doors ajar,
Faithful and joyous, will come to revive
The tarnished mirrors, the extinguished flames.
THE SADNESS OF THE MOON
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon और indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her सोफ़ा, सोफे at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
by: Charles Baudelaire
HE Moon और indolently dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her सोफ़ा, सोफे at rest,
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.
Upon her silken avalanche of down,
Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
And watches the white visions past her flown,
Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,
Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
