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  • #91
    I Learn To Be Strong

    I Learn To Be Strong

    Words of wisdom
    come to my ears,
    Telling me what I know in my heart,
    But never wanted to hear.

    With the truth finally said
    and out in the open for me to plainly see,
    I wonder why I can love so deeply
    but never had that love returned back to me.

    I confessed the feelings
    that I held inside for so long,
    But with his soft- hearted rejection,
    I realize I have to be strong.

    With tears that want to flow
    from my eyes,
    I feel that my heart,
    along with my composure, slowly dies.

    While this dramatic side is showing through
    with my ability to question and reason,
    I think I may have found
    something in me that I can believe in.

    Love hurts . . .
    That's what they all say,
    But I will love again
    when all this pain and sorrow goes away.

    So I sit and think of all the things
    this situation has cost,
    And I realize that nothing
    very important has been lost.

    Instead, a learning experience
    has come from all this.
    I've learned that hardly anything
    is more important than my happiness.
    u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

    :pr:

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    • #92
      Death , Life ....................

      Death , Life

      It stalks the night
      It stalks the day
      It seeks out life
      And whisks it away
      It's known as death
      And other things too
      But it's all the same
      What matters is you.
      How do you see it?
      What does it mean?
      It's best if you know
      For death is unseen.
      It can take you at day
      It can take you at night
      Knowing death well
      Can lend you some light
      The passage to death
      Is always unclear
      And it's best to know
      That you're very near.
      For death is at hand
      It is for us all
      Know it's face well
      So you don't stumble and fall
      Now think hard on death
      And know that it's near
      And the meaning of life
      Will be all to clear
      And that is to live
      For your hearts desire
      Not to stumble or fall
      But to burn with a fire.
      A fire for life
      To live for each day
      To reach for your dreams
      No matter what people say
      Life is a question
      And death holds a clue
      Reach not for the answer
      For your life's not due
      Live for the moment
      And die for it too
      For it's the moment that counts
      It, and you
      Now I'm all done
      I've said what I'll say
      Just remember one thing
      Live for the day!
      u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

      :pr:

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      • #93
        Re: My All Time Favourite...

        Lost and Falling

        Life frozen or caught on fire,
        why does it matter?
        Cut deep or shallow scratch,
        in narrow alleys with a patch of darkness.
        Falling up or getting down,
        a cup of glass cutting our throats.
        Mass collections of suicide notes,
        and a small amount of hope.
        Falling into death in deep with darkness,
        seeking thought or maybe not.
        Going in circles with out a fight,
        not slavery and so far out of sight.
        Loss and false hopes binding us down,
        its our cost of not being found.
        Sounds of voices peek in our heads,
        fallen asleep deep in our beds.
        Graves of memories found in our dreams,
        deep dreams filling with passion and rising with action.
        Faith calling and showing our fates,
        knowing of death and full of hates.
        Sedating our minds and lost hopes of love,
        kind and gentle thoughts of warmness,
        Killed our fate of endless fought circles,
        lonelyness found here between worlds.
        The sound of calling,
        found and falling.
        u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

        :pr:

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        • #94
          Re: My All Time Favourite...

          Nie sharings Hala
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          • #95
            Re: My All Time Favourite...

            Originally posted by WASI ANJUM View Post
            Nice sharings Hala
            thanko
            u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

            :pr:

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            • #96
              My Life In A Poem

              My Life In A Poem

              Bound by misery
              Destroyed by pain
              Forbidden by love
              With nothing to gain

              Forgiven in death
              Forgotten in sorrow
              Driven by thoughts
              Of surviving tomorrow

              Lost in silence
              Tortured in hell
              Fighting for life
              Though no one can tell
              Last edited by *Hala*; 23 April 2009, 22:22.
              u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

              :pr:

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              • #97
                Re: My All Time Favourite...

                thoughtful poem
                nice selection

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                • #98
                  Re: My All Time Favourite...

                  nice sharing Hala

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                  • #99
                    Re: My All Time Favourite...

                    Nice sharing Hala
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                    • Re: My All Time Favourite...

                      If These Walls Could Talk

                      If these walls could talk,
                      you'd know my body is dead,
                      my mind has been taken over,
                      that's why I am so scared,
                      I can't control it,
                      anger is making me blind,
                      I've been left here on my own
                      chained to a hate of some kind.
                      If these walls could talk.

                      If these walls could talk,
                      you'd know about my fears,
                      about all those nights I screamed for help,
                      about all my fallen tears.
                      You'd know about the demons
                      haunting me at night,
                      you'd be able to help me
                      keep my fire alight,
                      if these walls could talk.

                      If these walls could talk
                      they would say that it's all right,
                      God sends His angels
                      to look over me at night.
                      They'd encourage me,
                      say though I am alone
                      it doesn't mean I?m on my own.
                      He watches me, from above
                      and showers me with all His love,
                      if only these walls could talk.
                      u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

                      :pr:

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                      • Re: My All Time Favourite...

                        She Won't Cry

                        You see the pain that lies in her eyes,
                        But, alas, her eyes are dry,
                        She won't cry.
                        No, she won't cry.

                        You see the anger that burns from her gaze,
                        The madness that sets her eyes ablaze,
                        She won't cry.
                        No, she won't cry.

                        You see the fear that closes her eyes,
                        The smile she wears is but a disguise,
                        She won't cry.
                        No, she won't cry.

                        You see the hope that is finally dead,
                        She cannot trust for her heart has been bled,
                        She won't cry.
                        No, she won't cry.

                        You see the love that lies within,
                        But she shall never love again,
                        She won't cry.
                        No, she won't cry.

                        You see death's hand that has glazed her eyes,
                        No one saw her die inside,
                        They won't cry.
                        No, they won't cry.

                        :na:
                        u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

                        :pr:

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                        • Re: My All Time Favourite...

                          SURRENDERING TO PAIN

                          I laughed 'til I cried
                          cried, cried
                          with no one to hold me
                          and calm me
                          My anger burned
                          a hole in my soul
                          My sadness
                          the sound of my tears
                          My sobs rendered me helpless
                          as I burrowed down to that
                          deep place inside of me
                          where raw emotions hide
                          I cried for the hurt,
                          the pain and the fear
                          and a childhood lost
                          I cried for dignity undone
                          and innocence long forgotten
                          I cried for the questioning silences
                          and the doubt filled eyes
                          I cried because I felt so forsaken
                          the loneliness nesting
                          deep in my heart
                          I cried so loud yet
                          I was not heard
                          The kind of crying
                          that makes others uncomfortable
                          because the pain is
                          all too obvious
                          yet crying seemed a
                          woefully inadequate
                          way to voice such
                          powerful emotions
                          With only bloodshot eyes
                          and a tear stained face
                          to show that moments
                          before my body racked
                          with tremors
                          I faced the world again

                          :eye:
                          u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

                          :pr:

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                          • Re: My All Time Favourite...

                            Very very nice hala
                            I aM Not a complete Idiot......Some parts are Missing........

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                            • Re: My All Time Favourite...

                              thankz to U
                              u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

                              :pr:

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                              • Remember

                                Remember
                                Remember me when I am gone away,
                                Gone far away into the silent land;
                                When you can no more hold me by the hand,
                                Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
                                Remember me when no more day by day
                                You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
                                Only remember me; you understand
                                It will be late to counsel then or pray.
                                Yet if you should forget me for a while
                                And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
                                For if the darkness and corruption leave
                                A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
                                Better by far you should forget and smile
                                Than that you should remember and be sad.
                                u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

                                :pr:

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