Angelgirl4994

Why?…..

angelgirl09 — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 17:46:06 +0000

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

Happy Birthday Aunty

angelgirl09 — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 12:58:33 +0000

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

When Your Are Young

angelgirl09 — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 12:50:12 +0000

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

A Lulluby

angelgirl09 — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:54:25 +0000

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

A Funny Thing Love Is

angelgirl09 — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 19:40:34 +0000

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.

The Park

angelgirl09 — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 10:37:47 +0000

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

Just a request…

angelgirl09 — Mon, 21 Jul 2008 10:27:07 +0000

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

What is life in my words…

bluesunset09 — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 20:36:13 +0000

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

The Night

bluesunset09 — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:53:25 +0000

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

Dancing

bluesunset09 — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 19:46:43 +0000

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