I Dunno.....

I DONNO
Don't know what I want to write. But I was thinking too much. Or because I was thinking too much. So do not know what I want to write. Recently I wrote yesterday. After that I did not write anymore. Can't write anymore. My emotions are out of control. My mind was running on the rhythm. Sometimes I get angry for no apparent reason. Feeling happy, sad, disappointed, happy in one period, even sometimes in one breath. Poems has left me ....

Could the poems have been left? Or am I who had fled from the poems? Frankly no one ever goes left. I froze too far. My eyes were closed. My mind is blind. While the world continues to turbulent. My heart dumb. My mouth is numb. I was imprisoned solitude. Life continues to move left. And I started to get fun continues here. Why can not I achieve all this beauty; even the pain was also a beauty and spill it in rhyme. As you have expressed in verse. I want to move. Don't leave me ..... <3

Love is not delivered

Is a hack writer who said that love is always on top of everything
Extolling the romance in every heart
The ever-dimming extinguish feelings of hate
That calm the soul with a variety of light sheen
Will fill the recesses of fracture with age
Waiting to be filled by a mere poetic verses of the Beloved

Is a telenovela that tells the love story
Between the handsome and ugly,
the rich and the poor
Glorifies the love that will surely unite

What about love?
Love the fact
Love the images that are not delivered
Buried deep in
Are buried in the bosom
invective between the involvement by a thousand silent language
Flowing along rapid blood flow
Effloresce when finding a refreshing note of happiness for a troubled heart

Was not able to, my love survive the turmoil of uncertainty?
A wave of despair that stuck out in the heart
Despite the unspeakable pain
And the plaintive melancholy inner
However,
My love is not quenched
Do not die by age
It is not soiled by dust
It is not wet by water
Dont dried by the wind
Don't go away ...

Although only me, my heart felt
never mind
Because I know,
Love does not have to have

Rain with you

The rain that fell,
Offering a distinctive smell of wet soil,
Creating a cold
tickle the marrow,
Meet each cavity with a puddle of water.

I hate the rain,
It makes me reluctant to depart from a long sleep,
Makes me just chin resting all day,
And made me just sipping hot tea on the veranda.

However, I will learn to love the rain,
When able to create an atmosphere swing on every street corner,
Mused as he looked through the rain down from the large windows in the balcony,
And evoke memories amid the silence.

I also love the rain,
When the rain managed to imprison me with you,
Presenting an atmosphere that somehow passed through it,
And finally passed by a murmur long and blank stares.

Finally .....
I really love the rain,
When caught up with me,
In the drawing box.


*Thursday, October 27, 2011*

Rain This June

RAIN THIS JUNE ...

... The world ... lots of rain fell in June of this ... I love the rain ... I'm glad the rain is still going down. Flowing ... poured from the sky. Forest wet ... wet leaves ... Insects hide behind the logs. Oh yes, I forgot to say, before the rain came down, I see a rainbow with 7 enticing colors adorn the open sky. And when the rain stops, I feel the fragrance of the land th...at is bubbling from the depths. What could be more beautiful than that ...?
The World ... ... I do not think so: because the waste clogged waterways. Water could not flow. And finally here we are flooded. If that happens, is there anything wrong with rain? For me the rain never lost his romantic though it resulted in flooding. See streaks of white nodes, which flew from the sky falling, I always remember the twinkle eyeballs. Eyes that never loses its charm.
The world ... sorry ... this time I did not write a poem for you. I am not losing power. Not me lost for words. But I feel my poem will not be more meaningful with what we feel today. Is not the rain that poured the most beautiful poetry? Is not your hair that falls on my shoulders is the most beautiful poetry? Is not our love is the most beautiful poetry? And we want to continue living in it ...


*I wrote this time last June, when I was enjoying the rain, and I fell asleep on the balcony of my bedroom window, with a deep*

Something New

e m p t y

What Happened with You?

 James Baxter  ☮
MY FIRST BEST FRIEND

What's on your mind?

Until now I do not understand why you're still thinking about it
Do you not think at all when I was here? How ironic!
Every day I hear it
What made you look so stupid
I'm sick, stupid!
I really understand the state of the real me
I realize that there is a difference that is not possible.
I can not force you.

Love Story in Schools

There are times when we are happy
There is a reason when we are happy
There is love that makes us dizzy
There are also moments of parting when we met
Happy moments and beautiful in the school
End soon
And with friends I was happy
Everything can be forgotten in an instant
Good luck all

dreams

humans have a dream
there is a surprising
there are no
There is by itself
and there is a wait until the rest of his life
And I was the last girl

when you first like someone in a moment, say at the moment too soon. Because if not, that moment will be gone forever, and you'll be sorry.