Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Pity is...
Pity is...
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....
When you share your joys and sorrows with someone but get only a hollow response,
Pity is...
When you care for someone so much that you could give your life but only get misconceptions in return,
Pity is...
When everything you ever said is made to stand up against you as if it were the biggest lies of your life,
Pity is...
When every feeling you ever had is a betrayal to your own soul,
Pity is...
When you love someone so much and that person just fails to understand what love is all about,
Pity is...
When in a moment your fantasy comes crashing down and despite all your protection you are unable to save it,
Pity is...
When your life is a desert and every oasis is just another mirage.....
Labels:
Poetry
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Me
I'm a person n i'm known by my deeds,
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......
but in death it's of misdeeds that my life bleeds...
I'm a writer n i'm using my pen with vigour n rage,
but even when the ink finishes all i've managed is a fresh page...
I'm a bird n i'm flapping my wings at a speed that's too fast to gauge,
but when i tire off i realize i'm bound in a cage...
I'm a painting n i'm full of every colourful hue,
but when the artist finishes he just wants to paint me anew...
I'm a dream n i'm living to give you hope,
but when you wake up you want to tie me to a rope...
I'm not a person n i'm not one at all,
but i'm just a shadow..a silhouette by the wall......
Labels:
Poetry
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