Pages tagged with Sadness
What does turning flabby in your body and love have in common in life?.
Sometimes we just give up on love. But love is always ever present and we can't avoid it. We need to learn to give in and allow love back into our hearts.
A tree stands in morning sunlight and a sad lost ghost of a boy asks if she has seen his friends.
What does your own flesh and blood and the biggest looser in life title have in common in life?.
Some time when I got depressed & my mind was full of doubts, I wrote it deliberately, though I am no poet.
The writings I post on these pages is just a glimpse into my life. The magnitude of what really goes on into my mind, and what I went through growing up as a child, books cannot hold it. However, since I'm sharing my story with the world, I thought I would officially introduced myse...
Can you really edit all the bad things out of your life and start fresh?
My best friend died of lung cancer last year and this story came to me the night before we said goodbye to her. It was a present to her parents.
They said that it's free to wish for some things we want to happen. Although that statement is true.. we must not expect for things to happen. Because sometimes... wishes are only meant to be wish without any possibilty to became true.
What does bad feedback by people and a credit report keep poping up in life have common?
What does the bad economy and a boat taking on water have in common in life?.
A friend sees an old friend that has changed. Changed into an old man long before his time. Just a poem about care and kindness from a dear friend the once knew the man he used to be.
What does far fetched love and a get rich scam have in common in life?
This poem served as my emotional outlet.
It is not perfect, but it is written to express my feelings... and not to impress :)
I also want to say thank you to those who said that I can't. If it wasn't for them, I won't be able to prove everyone that I really can ! :)
This is based upon a girl who fails to see what is right in-front of her. Her glasses have blinded her vision.
Everyone experiences that one person who weren't who they made themselves out to be. It is hard accepting what you were to them, and that is what I based this poem on.
I have always questioned whether or not I am cursed. I have my good and bad days just like anyone else, and I wrote this during one of my not so good days.
We all wish at one point or another that we could change something about ourselves. One particular thing that we can't seem to figure out, and when we can't do so. We start looking to the manufacturer for answers.
