How I Really Feel About You


I hate putting up with this act.

I can't stand it anymore.

I have to tell anda how I really feel.

I don't know if anda will like it

but here it goes:

I HATE you, I don't EVER want to see anda again.

I hate that anda think I will do anything for you

because anda still think I like you.

I like someone new and I know that they

will treat me better than anda ever did.

That is how I really feel about you, and I

knew that anda wouldn't like it, but anda know what

I DON'T CARE!

Now now. Don't be offended. Don't take this seriouslly. If anda don't like this poem just pindah on. :) Enjoy.
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Stupid girls


I don’t understand you.

Why do anda constantly check the mirror?

Why do anda constantly flaunt your body?

Why do anda constantly throw your future away?


I don’t understand you.

Stuffing your bra, smacking your lips, bending down

Is that appealing?

Stuffing, smacking, bending.

What a life.


anda live for attention. anda live to view. anda live to be viewed.


Now I know why the guys go for you.

You’re easy.

You’re trashy.

anda can be thrown away.


Sorry, if I don’t understand, but really…

I don’t understand…

Le Printemps doucement avait poussé la porte
D'une saison nouvelle ouverte au grand bonheur
Dans le creux d'un rocher, toute frêle mais forte
Sous la tiédeur du vent naquit une fleur

Dans l'air pur du matin balayé par la brise
Sa tige gracieuse et ses pétales d'or
S'élevèrent gaiement comme une belle frise
Nous offrant avec éclat les charmes d'un trésor

Et puis elle grandit, de jour en jour plus belle
Exhalant sa beauté que seules dans le grand vent
Mouettes et alouettes, passant à tire d'aile
Cueillaient du coin de l'oeil comme un beau diamant

Un jour, je verrai la fleur, symbole de tendresse
La corolle penchée au souffle du printemps
Je voudrai la cueillir et goûter encore sa caresse
Mais le vent l'emportera sur les ailes du temps


jj9/1983

hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
Frozen my very soul.

my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.

the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my jantung is numb.

and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my jantung can not ache,
nor can it brake.

the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?

why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?

so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope anda understand...

Hole In My Soul
by
Jeremy Gould



The sun rose up with me today
and I can't help feeling this way
but every hari brings me down
and there's stillness all around
I've got to get away from the pain
so I try a stroll down memory lane

Yep, I still remember you
How could I forget?
anda thought I'd lost you, I bet

But anda were the first
The first to hold me tight
The first to ciuman me goodnight

Now there's nothing left
but this hole in my soul
that reminds me of what I've lost
Somehow I've got to replace
the emptiness that once was full
But what price do I pay, what cost?

The loneliness surrounding me
leaves me feeling less valuable
oleh the hour, oleh the minute
my livelihood slowly slips
As I watch it float away
I don't even try to stop it

I can't replace what you've done
so there's one solution, only one
I have to let anda go
But there's one thing anda should know

No matter where anda are
No matter what anda do
I'll always have this hole in my soul
to help remind me of you

I'm love
I'm desire
I'm pain
I'm denial.

Call me whatever you
want me to be.
Call me!
That's all anda see.

I'm pale
I'm tired
I'm love
I'm desire.

My ciuman is so deep.
Can anda feel my soul
talking?
My ciuman is so soft.
Can anda feel me?
Will anda dream me?

I give my cinta to you.
I haven't chosen that,
it's just how it meant
to be.

I hide my tears from you,
i lock my the pain inside of me.
That's the place
i wish anda never find.
That's my soul,
sorrow and desire.

I give anda all anda want,
i choose the sweetest words
for you.
My touch leads you
to the highest
power of imagination,
just to tampil you,
just to have you.

A little black flower, planted
with a seed of grace. The expression
of joy slowly shine on its face.
A little black bunga beautifully
devine. An elegant structure in this bunga u will find.


cinta and the joy of
happiness, this shows a black flowers
elegance. the color of
this bunga so proudly stand out.
anda are a little black bunga without
a doubt.

Note: I would like to bring this out to a little girl that was killed in chicago where i live. so smart, so nice, so good, but why did she had to die..... she was part of the light and now i must find her in the darkness and bring her back to life.

She inhales sharply.
She hates the irony, and the pain is too much.
She cannot see his face;
He has advanced from behind.
But she does not need too,
She knows his face too well.
His pisau digs deeper into her soft cheek.
He is carving a heart;
Mocking her obsession of him.
He whispers something incoherent to her.
She wishes she had listened closer.
He caresses her unmarked cheek with his gloved hand.
She closes her eyes,
Half wishing it was over,
Half wishing it would never end.

-Emily Rose-
7-20-10

I Give anda These Verses So That If My Name

I give anda these verses so that if my name,
A vessel favored oleh a strong north wind,
Fortunately reaches the distant future's shore,
And some night sets the minds of men to dreaming,

Your memory, like fables shrouded in the past,
Will weary the reader like a dulcimer,
And oleh a mystical, brotherly bond
Remain suspended from my haughty verse;

Accurst being to whom, from the deep abysm
To the highest heaven, nothing responds, save me!
— O anda who, like an ephemeral ghost,

Trample lightly and with a serene look
Upon the dull mortals who found anda repugnant,
Jet eyed statue, tall malaikat with a brow of bronze!

This scene of light and color has amazed me, yes. The structure, beat, and rythmn all flow perfect, yes. But, the one thing wrong is that anda are not here. Not here to see it's beauty with me.
I stand alone in the color while my thoughts bleed from my mind. Oh how I wish that anda would come save me. Save me from this beauty. It continues these lights, they flash and dart across my face. Mocking me, and teasing of their freedom. The freedom they have to pindah and dance.
It is all that I do not have. That, and you. anda used to make the lights of my life dance and pindah and make the most beautiful array. Yet now all they do, these beautiful lights and colors, is bring me pain. I knew anda weren't coming, I know anda wont come. I know, and I knew, that anda never did. I've tried to forget you, Ive tried to pindah on. But, no, these lights and warna continue their eternal dance of mockery and mercilessness.