i am so into poetry... i've been writing poems since i was 11. and i think i made a huge success. after my father passed away, i wrote him a book of poetry, but yet, i don't know how to bind it and what to do with it. |
Times have passed
And passed have times...
I linger on the fortress’ stairs
And tremble from what I couldn’t dare...
I had a feeling of passionate love
That drove me to secrets I never feared...
Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women...
Selves moan and hail not leniency
And we blubber to rinse the precision...
Selves moan and hail not leniency
And we blubber to rinse the precision...
Alone sits the poor man
Alone sits the poor women...
Strong arms writing a phrase
Trembling like the old scary days...
Tomorrow I shall die
Tomorrow I shall live...
Step on a poor bird
And the door of heaven rings...
Weak,sad, pain, agony, and tragedy..i inhale it all.help!i cannot exhale it back |
If you are so open minded, be careful, your brain might fall out |
We are the water God holding everytime between his hands, and yet, we still find the right path between His finger to free ourselves |