These poems (not written sa pamamagitan ng me) are dedicared to my best mga kaibigan who I missed very badly.
1. When your look at me I look like nothing is bothering me but once you look away and I look at you a tear slowly comes rolling down my cheek and I whisper: I miss you....
2. I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh & cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.
3. I miss your smile but I miss my own even more.
4. When I miss you, I re-read our old conversations and smile like an idiot.
5. I miss talking to you. It's like we have endless topic of anything and everything and I miss that. I miss talking to someone who gets me.
1. When your look at me I look like nothing is bothering me but once you look away and I look at you a tear slowly comes rolling down my cheek and I whisper: I miss you....
2. I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh & cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.
3. I miss your smile but I miss my own even more.
4. When I miss you, I re-read our old conversations and smile like an idiot.
5. I miss talking to you. It's like we have endless topic of anything and everything and I miss that. I miss talking to someone who gets me.
To pick on me till my last days this is why i'm so weak
Why can't we live happy in this world
Why do you have to pick on kids that already cut themselves
WHY
Why do you pick on kids to the point that the kill themselves
Why do you pick on kids that they feel worthless to make you feel stronger
Why do you pick on kids to make them feel lonely and unapreciative
Why do ou pick on kids that has mental disability
WHY
Your the reason why
Why kids kill themselves
No kid knows
and no adult knows
pag-ibig is a mystery
people intend to find out
but never do
Some say
its when you cant live
without a person
others say
is when you'll do
anything for that person
but whose to say its not both
People say pag-ibig is
when you want to
take care of someone
for the rest of both of their lives
Or
they will do any thing to
make the others dream
come true
but whose to say its not both
i could be all four but who knows
The truth about love
is that its defined
and emphisized differently
to some
than others
How can you pag-ibig someone
is it physical?
NO
its a feeling that everyone gets
sometimes its strong
or still developing
But how do you know
If your even In love
sa pamamagitan ng doing things you'd
never do for a person?
what is this feeling
love
it effects our whole lives
we never know how it comes
what it is
all we know is what it feels like
but we never know
until it comes to us
Has it come to you?
I have to write a poem
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a puwang suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the kaluban ng baril on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
but I really don't know how.
So maybe I'll just make a rhyme
with something dumb, like "cow."
Okay, I'll write about a cow,
but that's so commonplace.
I think I'll have to make her be...
a cow from outer space!
My cow will need a helmet
and a puwang suit and a ship.
Of course, she'll keep a blaster
in the kaluban ng baril on her hip.
She'll hurtle through the galaxy
on meteoric flights
to battle monkey aliens
in huge karate fights.
She'll duel with laser sabers
while avoiding lava spray
to vanquish evil emperors
and always save the day.
I hope the teacher likes my tale,
"Amazing Astro Cow."
Yes, that's the poem I will write
as soon as I learn how.
I do not own anything. I did not write this, and I do not know the author. I just really like this and wanted to share it.
Who will you be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and you are the apple.
So who will you be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will you cower,
or will you fight?
Is your puso made of glass?
Or a pure snow white?
Who will you be
when faced with the end;
the end of a kingdom,
the end of good men.
Will you run?
Will you hide?
Or will you hunt down evil
with a venomous pride?
Rise to the ashes,
rise to the winter sky,
rise to the calling,
make heard the battle cry.
Let it scream from the mountains
From the forest to the chapel.
Because death is a hungry mouth
and you are the apple.
So who will you be
when faced with the end?
When the vultures are circling
and the shadows descend.
Will you cower,
or will you fight?
Is your puso made of glass?
Or a pure snow white?
You have many names
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when you passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
You broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" or "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
You are astounding
But you are also a human
You are not a Timelord
Or a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
You are just you
You are beautiful
You are David Tennant! <3
The Doctor, Barty Crouch Jr.
But to me?
You're SO much more
You're a hero
A speck of hope for humanity
And when you passed the batton
To the 11th Doctor,
You broke my heart
Better to quite whil you're ahead?
I would fight for you
My beautiful David
When people sy "fake" or "gay
I say
"You don't know"
or
"You wish"
You're amazing
You are astounding
But you are also a human
You are not a Timelord
Or a wizard
And I mustn't forget that
You are just you
You are beautiful
You are David Tennant! <3
When does it stop hurting,
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I pag-ibig you again,
Or you pag-ibig me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one madami thing, when will you realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will you see,
That my puso is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That you shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?
The pain leave,
the hate die?
When will I pag-ibig you again,
Or you pag-ibig me?
Life isn't "if",
it's "when"
When will I...
When will you...
When will we...
And what if "When" never comes?
When will when come?
And one madami thing, when will you realise
That I'm not a toy?
When will you see,
That my puso is broken, bleeding over you?
But for now,Before "When" comes,
I must forget, if not forgive.
I'm sorry,
That our "When" never came
That you shattered my heart,
That I wasted my time on you!
And now, I'm left sking,
When will my prince, my knight, come?
The lovesick boy and girl will meet.
Faster will both of their hearts beat.
Amidst the crowd they'll walk with pride.
With their hands intwined, they stride.
They'll target their goals and never miss.
And they'll take it further and have the first kiss.
They'll talk and laugh and cuddle and dream
They'll fall and cry and run and scream.
All the problems start from here.
They won't be easy, they wont be mere.
He'll want to kiss, she'll push away.
She'll want him near, he will not stay.
They'll break apart and will never mend.
This short-lived pag-ibig is at it's end.
Faster will both of their hearts beat.
Amidst the crowd they'll walk with pride.
With their hands intwined, they stride.
They'll target their goals and never miss.
And they'll take it further and have the first kiss.
They'll talk and laugh and cuddle and dream
They'll fall and cry and run and scream.
All the problems start from here.
They won't be easy, they wont be mere.
He'll want to kiss, she'll push away.
She'll want him near, he will not stay.
They'll break apart and will never mend.
This short-lived pag-ibig is at it's end.
Then you turned out to be depression.
All my hopes and dreams are gone;
sa pamamagitan ng the moment you told me that we are done.
My whole life changed when I met you;
You turn it all around, happy to blue.
I hate you so much that I want to kill you;
But I can’t, ‘cause the pag-ibig that I feel for you is true.
And then you came back, giving me your apology;
But I am hurt, sad, I feel the agony.
Tell me! Why are you doing this to me?
Why don’t you just leave, and set my puso free?
Finally, I made my best decision;
I will never believe in you or to your fad illusion.
I will try my best to overcome this heartache;
Even though I have to lie to myself and pretend that all my pag-ibig for you is fake.
i will die
its what i live for
f*** my life
F***heart
and F*** my will to live
i give you hope
i give you love
but pain is all you give
a puso so big
it could save the world
pain so bad
it killed this little girl
so i say goodbye
to you
to you
my pag-ibig will go on
and thro
and thro
dont be mad
dont be sad
live on
without me
for i will no longer suffer
this soul is now free
as free as she could be
no one owns me now
I AM ME!
its what i live for
f*** my life
F***heart
and F*** my will to live
i give you hope
i give you love
but pain is all you give
a puso so big
it could save the world
pain so bad
it killed this little girl
so i say goodbye
to you
to you
my pag-ibig will go on
and thro
and thro
dont be mad
dont be sad
live on
without me
for i will no longer suffer
this soul is now free
as free as she could be
no one owns me now
I AM ME!
Of all the bravo and all the bold.
The race of blood had stories told.
About their barren fortress of red.
About the fact that they were dead.
Close the ruby studded door.
Of your black coffin on the marble floor.
Etched in stone were all their names.
And from their wrists to hell are chains.
In their palms lie burning coals.
nagyelo solid is their souls.
From your veins, you blood now pours.
Stand sa pamamagitan ng that vampire of yours.
Poem sa pamamagitan ng Mimiii the Vampiyaa taco :3 or Vampiyaa <3 whichever one you prefer ;P
The race of blood had stories told.
About their barren fortress of red.
About the fact that they were dead.
Close the ruby studded door.
Of your black coffin on the marble floor.
Etched in stone were all their names.
And from their wrists to hell are chains.
In their palms lie burning coals.
nagyelo solid is their souls.
From your veins, you blood now pours.
Stand sa pamamagitan ng that vampire of yours.
Poem sa pamamagitan ng Mimiii the Vampiyaa taco :3 or Vampiyaa <3 whichever one you prefer ;P
The King's song is quite a lonely thing
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
It's only mean is to ipakita him the way.
Far from his silent abode he must stay.
That lonely King is the one who I miss.
Away from me he does not insist,
But life is merely a ribbon of red.
To those who abuse it will be cursed sa pamamagitan ng the dead.
Shoot your piercing palaso of hate.
It will hit your puso and bestow your fate.
From your mare onto damo you'll fall,
Knowing you did not cherish all.
pag-ibig and laughter in our kingdom will soar,
Once he returns from his sad, bloody war.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
The King's song is quite a lonely thing.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
It's only mean is to ipakita him the way.
Far from his silent abode he must stay.
That lonely King is the one who I miss.
Away from me he does not insist,
But life is merely a ribbon of red.
To those who abuse it will be cursed sa pamamagitan ng the dead.
Shoot your piercing palaso of hate.
It will hit your puso and bestow your fate.
From your mare onto damo you'll fall,
Knowing you did not cherish all.
pag-ibig and laughter in our kingdom will soar,
Once he returns from his sad, bloody war.
Behind his horse travels a tattered string.
The King's song is quite a lonely thing.
I am naught but a lonely angel cursed sa pamamagitan ng the shadows,
Covered in them like a cold blanket of evil.
My wings are broken and invisible, but my puso is black as ash.
This is me.
I am naught but a single dying flower, blackened sa pamamagitan ng hate,
Like a fountain pen on paper.
I speak no words but use my flowing movement to ipakita you.
This is me.
I am naught but a sorrowful discarded gem,
Proven to be nothing but a fake.
I may sparkle, but not in a way to bring joy.
This is me.
I am naught but dust in the wind.
Blowing ever so elegantly
To the rhythm of where the world will take me.
This is me.
Covered in them like a cold blanket of evil.
My wings are broken and invisible, but my puso is black as ash.
This is me.
I am naught but a single dying flower, blackened sa pamamagitan ng hate,
Like a fountain pen on paper.
I speak no words but use my flowing movement to ipakita you.
This is me.
I am naught but a sorrowful discarded gem,
Proven to be nothing but a fake.
I may sparkle, but not in a way to bring joy.
This is me.
I am naught but dust in the wind.
Blowing ever so elegantly
To the rhythm of where the world will take me.
This is me.