Human spirit, man of the hour;
Mirror shatters, sun and showers.
Picture of youth lost in a fire,
Summer is gone, now is the hour.
Living alone brings peace of mind;
I need a piece of pie to feed my hunger. Live forever seems like punishment to me, I’m scared of death endlessly; it is the curse I am under.
Write down your thoughts to remember the good times,
Write down your thoughts to heal the bad. Say what you mean when you want to say something, Think about what it is you are trying to say.
Life is a laugh if you are happy on the inside;
Keep a smile on your face so they don’t know how you really feel. Knowledgeable take on Life* Delightful thoughts on Lost Youth Honest poems on Thoughts
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Come and meet me in chamber of death where the tempest comes every night. I start disrobing the anger to find the eye of the moon. Where do I get that ink that writes an unwritten poem on water of
I am an orphan, I think of my parents often, I hope that they are alive, But why they left me aside? They left me with a purpose, Or lost me in a ambush, All I want to know, Is
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
He is the unreadable art of my poem… He is mine cold air in this hot summer… His voice is my favourite… Without hearing him i am deaf… Without seen him i am blind… He always try to make me
What if we were brave What is we dared to do all we wanted Would that be good Would that be bad It could be both It could be neither A choice would appear before us A choice between two