Tears drain my sorrows.
The tingle against my skin.
Cleanse my pain and hurt.
Heyy.
- Lara.
- Writing helps me relieve stress.
Go ahead and judge my writing skills, not what I write about.
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Life Can Get Very Confusing.
L ies and hatred fill the air
I nnocence you once thought existed
F aded away into the darkness
E verything is wrong, you were tricked
C ircles or squares, which to pick
A nother disaster is awaiting you
N one of these were expected
G ood appears out of no where
E specially through rough times
T rying to show you to keep your head held high
V iscous but gentle life can be
E ven through dark, the light can be seen
R ight from wrong, no one knows
Y ou just have to learn from your mistakes
C orrections could be wrong
O n the right track you go
N ot knowing what's ahead
F ollowing mistakes made before
U nkown awaits you
S oon you reach a dead end
I n need of saving, you cry
N ot noticing the light shining on you
G one or here, you're confused.
I nnocence you once thought existed
F aded away into the darkness
E verything is wrong, you were tricked
C ircles or squares, which to pick
A nother disaster is awaiting you
N one of these were expected
G ood appears out of no where
E specially through rough times
T rying to show you to keep your head held high
V iscous but gentle life can be
E ven through dark, the light can be seen
R ight from wrong, no one knows
Y ou just have to learn from your mistakes
C orrections could be wrong
O n the right track you go
N ot knowing what's ahead
F ollowing mistakes made before
U nkown awaits you
S oon you reach a dead end
I n need of saving, you cry
N ot noticing the light shining on you
G one or here, you're confused.
The End.
Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been really busy. I'm supposed to be revising for my English mock exam tomorrow and I came across this. I wrote this poem a year ago for my English class. It isn't close to World's best, but it is definitely something that I feel can be related to during times like now, when places like Japan and other effected places are suffering. My prayers and thoughts go out to all who need them. This poem here is called "The End".
Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
The lights that they form, blind me from the outside.
Sa the days go by, less remains of this ball I hold.
Just in one blink, in less than a second, everything is lost.
Bombs and deafening sounds.
The explosion is like a flashlight in your eye.
There's no chance of escaping from these destructions.
A beautiful disaster, it blinds you to death.
Turns a land full of love into a land full of hate and war.
Soon all the bombs will destroy this little ball.
Leaving nothing but dust, silence and emptiness.
Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
Disappearing over time, at times which are most sudden.
There will come a day where there is only sand left in my hand.
Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
The lights that they form, blind me from the outside.
Sa the days go by, less remains of this ball I hold.
Just in one blink, in less than a second, everything is lost.
Bombs and deafening sounds.
The explosion is like a flashlight in your eye.
There's no chance of escaping from these destructions.
A beautiful disaster, it blinds you to death.
Turns a land full of love into a land full of hate and war.
Soon all the bombs will destroy this little ball.
Leaving nothing but dust, silence and emptiness.
Each time I bounce this ball, they call it mother nature.
That does enough damage yet they continue to destroy.
Disappearing over time, at times which are most sudden.
There will come a day where there is only sand left in my hand.
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