Posted April 13, 201015 yr Instead of spamming the writing place; I'm just gonna post my poems here... I have a poetry project soon; maybe I shall pick one of these... Most Recent ones that are not posted: Listen; Can you hear? The weeping; No? Why can't you hear it, She only shows it everyday, In her heart, Listen, Can you hear it now? Lsiten to her words, Don't look at her face, But listen to her words, Her voice, Her heart, Sorrow, Cold, Open your eyes; She is in pain; Always. The Night SkyT When I'm alone at night; I look up, At the lonely night sky, But it only looks lonely int he city lights, When you are away from all the flashy, It is not alone, It has the stars, Something there, Unlike me, I have nothing. The White Crayon Sometimes; When I feel down; When people bother me; They think when I laugh; I don't care; But I do; I make I wish to myself; Hoping God will hear me; To make me like a White Crayon Why? White Crayons are almost never used; They stay left alone; When you do use them, The blend in with he white paper, Only colored paper they show who they are; Someone crying out, Crying out for what? What they desire; What they desire... Is up to them
Instead of spamming the writing place; I'm just gonna post my poems here... I have a poetry project soon; maybe I shall pick one of these...
Most Recent ones that are not posted:
Listen;
Can you hear?
The weeping;
No?
Why can't you hear it,
She only shows it everyday,
In her heart,
Listen,
Can you hear it now?
Lsiten to her words,
Don't look at her face,
But listen to her words,
Her voice,
Her heart,
Sorrow,
Cold,
Open your eyes;
She is in pain;
Always.
The Night Sky
TWhen I'm alone at night;
I look up,
At the lonely night sky,
But it only looks lonely int he city lights,
When you are away from all the flashy,
It is not alone,
It has the stars,
Something there,
Unlike me,
I have nothing.
The White Crayon
Sometimes;
When I feel down;
When people bother me;
They think when I laugh;
I don't care;
But I do;
I make I wish to myself;
Hoping God will hear me;
To make me like a White Crayon
Why?
White Crayons are almost never used;
They stay left alone;
When you do use them,
The blend in with he white paper,
Only colored paper they show who they are;
Someone crying out,
Crying out for what?
What they desire;
What they desire...
Is up to them