Why?…..
People are just thought to be things that came from a big burst billions of years ago. I believe God created this Earth and us: his people made in his image. But what was the purpose of making us with a mind full of thoughts and a heart full of feelings? Was that part of the curse? To suffer from the constant torture of thoughts and the never ending stream of strange feelings that can’t be controlled. Sometimes I wish that we were like robots. Just cold, thoughtless, and emotionless. Of course sometimes your mind can be something amazing. Full of pictures, people, music, dreams, goals, and hopes. But sometimes it can be a place of torture. When you have those not so nice thoughts, they can torture you day and night. But why do we need them? The same goes for feelings. Sometimes we feel happiness, love, joy, warmth, and care. But sometimes we feel hatred, suffering, longing for something that we can’t have, and so on. I understand that we are complicated beings, but how come we are made like this. Especially people like me: soft, breakable, and full of love. But i’m too easily broken. Words hurt me the most. They pierce me like blades….to be continued
Add a comment April 15, 2009
Happy Birthday Aunty
A few dozen years go by
And already we feel old
But think of it as gaining wisdom
And ruling over those who’re bold
We’ve past the age of scolding parents
And on the road to prudent peace
We are the young artists of this day
Happy Birthday Aunty
From your dear niece
Add a comment February 10, 2009
Tags: aunt, aunty, birthday
When Your Are Young
When you are young
Everything seems bright
When your are young
Your eyes are filled with light
. . .
Twirling and Swirling
We are quick on our feet
Twirling and Swirling
We can pick up a beat
. . .
We are careless and young
And full of hot steam
Don’t touch us it says
‘Cus we’ll bite and you’ll scream
Add a comment February 10, 2009
Tags: freedom, young, youth
A Lulluby
From my hand
I blow a kiss
*
In my mind
I make a wish
*
Hug me close
And
Hold me tight
*
Wrap me in your warmth
As I dream
Of You
A lullaby
1 comment August 9, 2008
Tags: dreams, lullaby, time, wishes
A Funny Thing Love Is
Say they at every corner love be found
So spin and twirl I ’round
Going circles am I
Should I cry
Maybe closed are my eyes
That would be no surprise
I grasp to every treasure that I find
But it is the luck of a blind
A funny thing love is
For I guess now it is his…..
I wrote this poem for not a crush or lover. Not because I’m blind or because I’m searching. But i wrote this poem because I dream.
1 comment August 9, 2008
Tags: crush, dream, hope, love, wish
The Park
Love in the air
Flowers bloom with care
The breeze blows
The pollen tickles my nose
Dancing and prancing up in the park
A see a bird by the name of lark
twirling and swirling it all a great fun
But in the end I’m done
Pack up my things
spread my wings
And off I fly
1 comment July 22, 2008
Tags: birds, fly, park, Poem
Just a request…
If you guys enjoy one of my writings please comment or send an email, good or bad that’s fine. If you have any opinions please share. Thnx
Anna
2 comments July 21, 2008
What is life in my words…
I think life is a mystery, but it’s also your history. Life is what we live for. I think it involves misery, crying, and a lot of smudged masacra. I think it involves happiness, new beginnings, wonder, and excitement. Life is a string we all hang on and we can fall off the string as easily as we got on. Life is the present the past and the future. Life is peace and chaos. Life is a mess yet it is neat. Life is a room full of books and a sea filled with water. Life is good and life is bad. I think life is a mystery…but who knows maybe we will discover it…
the mess yet the beauty in life
Add a comment July 20, 2008
The Night
Go off the lights
And noises too
A shadow roams
And gone the blue
Through the window
Shining bright
Moonlight shows
In the night
The quiet night
A tick and tock
A cricket chirps
A strike of clock!
Wrote somewhere in April
Add a comment July 20, 2008
Dancing
Twirls, dances, makes a wish
She twirls like a top
Dances with the wind
It makes her float like air
It makes her loose fear
She twirls and dances far and wide
On the ground and in the sky
She dances to Heaven and beyond
Her dream, her wish, all fulfilled
Her happiness beyond words
Twirls, dances, makes a wish…
Wrote on: 10/17/07
From My Poem Journal
2 comments July 20, 2008
