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True me

Many secrets to my world that no one understands You think you are my friend but don’t know my nightmares Don’t judge people by the smile on their face One might be going through pain but you would never know Until true friends ask “What's going on”

The Me that do not exist

Whatever I do I will never be good for you

How criticism changed me to what am today!!

If you had to bring one idea to channel in order for them to have a better impact on society, what would you say, please explain and describe? I could give a motivational speech which I feel can lift their spirit and think positive towards circumstances. ` Yesterday is history, tomorrow is mystery but today is a gift that is why its called the present `. I lived my 20 years in misery of criticism, in a shell where I felt, I was never going to come out  , at one point I never wanted to face peopl

You are just using me

Love is a poison that could kill

If tomorrow starts without me

If tomorrow starts without me Know that I'm just as lonely Know I feel nothingness inside me Know it's just as scary The day came the same The water flow the same Sky surrounds us the same But why it doesn't feel the same? If tomorrow starts without me Would u look for me on the couch beside you? where I used to sleep Would u see my reflection on the the mirror? That mesmerized me Would you keep my crown? which is broken now If tomorrow starts without me Would u realize I'm still here Just not a

Goodbye to the man I loved and didn't love me back

I could swear on my life You were supposed to mean nothing to me And now here I am and you meant everything. I accept it with my whole heart But Im at a point where I can no longer wait And see the light at the end of the tunnel When it's just absolute darkness I absolutely want to hate you so much But I can't And that's okay too I pledge to always re-invest that love into somebody else And to choose my happiness and certainty of mind always. Goodluck with life and I hope you don't still snore l

Break Me

Most times we are quick to assume that heartbreak comes only from lovers but boy are we wrong It is the people who we hold dear and call family For they have an inner access to our lives than others do So it is easier for them to penetrate the walls we have built around ourselves I’d rather get my heart broken by a stranger any day than let my family break that string Lovers are often replaceable but what do we do about family A nuclear unit created cannot replace the womb that bore us A child’s

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

DON'T BLAME ME

Don't blame me for being mean Don't blame for loosing my manners Don't blame me for being wicked Don't blame me,if am not a good giver anymore. Don't blame me ,if my heart is hardened. Don't blame me, if i no longer care about you. Don't blame me ,if i no longer share bonds with you. Don't blame me , if i no longer share bonds with you. Don't blame me, if i no longer respond to you the way i used to cos you caused it ,cos you know i was loyal like a servant who serves the royalties but you took

Title: Reflection of Me

Summary: "Reflection of Me" is a poem that dives deep into the concept of self-reflection and introspection. It highlights the significance of looking within oneself and understanding our perception of the world around us. The poem discusses how the mirror serves as a gateway to self-awareness and helps us discover our true identity.

The Ego...

Obviously the ego is the most precious here..a globe of amalgamation of energy threads, so complicated that the breath tries to undone it every moment...it doesn't even know when it have become that artificial globe of thread, ever entangled in its action, compassion and passion....... Simplicity is the "silence", which is freely flowing energy in space, yet without existence of "ego"- a depreciation and disturbances in flow how can ever we sense the flow. In the play of energy from being static

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

The broken me

When you feel love be ready to suffer, be ready to feel pain

Get Free Music Therapy For Mental Health

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Give me a big hug !!!

A simple hug softens our hearts; welcomes us and makes life more bearable. A hug is a way of sharing joys as well as the sad moments that come our way. It is just a way of saying to our friends that we love them and that we care about each other because hugs were made to give to those who we love. A hug is an amazing action. It is the perfect way to show the love we feel When we don’t get the right word. It is wonderful because just a hug given with lots of love, makes feel good to who we give i

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

****KISS ME IN THE RAIN****

Basking heart breaks

Lets Me not Be Ashame

I am not perfect But I strife to work on my defect. Like a mother hen, I protect my crown From peering eyes, praying I fall down. Their cheering are mere adulation They gaze not for admiration But for disappointment I see eyes filled with resentment Like an ant, I work diligently. Knowing, they are working tirelessly, To steal my crown and erase my name. Dear Lord, let me not be ashame. Ears earnestly waiting for my fall, Dear Lord, your name I call. They are plotting to steal my crown And see

Stupidity is ME

Why do I end up being the stupid? Being hurt and left without nothing

This is the life of me

I was born to cry, suffer and die, not to see happiness or to feel joy