Saturday, December 4, 2010
I miss the time when you're sleepy but you don't wanna sleep because you still miss me :')
I miss the time when we had a midnight conversation through msn :)I miss the time when you held my hand when we're watching a movie :)
I miss the time when you gave me a surprise on my birthday and i feel so happy! :)
I Love You
There are three simple words
That have the power to leave me
Those words can produce beauty,
Deception, war, or more.
They can overturn cars
Slice open wrists
Saw through secrets.
The can shatter hearts, like
Crystal vases thrown against walls.
They lead you to dream of a smiling future
Rich with technicolor.
They tear off clothes and explore
Every inch of skin
Every moan that they create.
They can be
whispered into your ear
pondered inside your head
shouted up to the sky
or whimpered at times of need.
They are an exquisite revelation
Of all the mysteries
That wander around your mind.
Those words can burn the blood
Streaming in your veins.
They can maximize your heart speed
Tint your cheeks
Put a smile on your lips.
They can compose harmonious music
That rushes to your soul.
Those words contain an entire spectrum
Of insecurities, wishes,
And endless possibilities.
I'm hoping that
Whenever I utter those three words
Into your ear,
You feel the best, breath-taking emotions
That race through my bones
Whenever you say them to me.
Hey! I’m the loser
The one who gets picked on
The one who feels small
Hey! I’m the troubled one
The one who can’t handle life
The one who hates life with a passion
Hey! I’m the anorexic
The one who looks in a mirror and hates themselves
The one who vomits after they eat a peanut
Hey! I’m the gangster
The one who looks for attention the wrong way
The one who has such a huge ego it could be another continent
Hey! I’m the punk
The one who yells WUZZZUPP!
The one who walks around like they're trying to hold up their pants
Hey! I’m the weirdo
The one who acts like they escaped from a psych ward
The one who doesn’t care what people think about them
Hey! I’m a Goth
The one who wears mainly black
The one who is stereotyped as a devil worshiper
Hey! I’m prep
The one who has designer clothing
The one who owns everything
Hey! I'm a jock
The one who asks football or basketball?
The one who doesn’t care about anything
Hey! I’m the scrub
The one who doesn’t have a lot of clothes
The one who'll wear a shirt three days in a row
Hey! I’m a student
The one who hates anything related to work
The one who falls asleep in class
Hey! I’m a teacher
The one who'll push you to do better
The one who'll give you homework whether or not you whine
Hey! I’m a teen
The one who has to deal with peer pressure
The one who hates school
Hey! I’m an old person
The one who's stiff all the time
The one that's not over the hill but is at the bottom
Hey! I’m a person
The one who deserves every bit of respect you'd give a friend
The one who has feelings too
Who are you?
© Erika H. Strandlund
Comments: This is a really good poem and I want to share it with my readers. The source is written below and on the site you can find a lot of other good/great poems. It's your choice :)
Staying away doesn't always mean its the end, it may also mean the best beginning.Laughter doesn't always mean happiness, sometimes it's just a mask.Anger doesn't always mean hatred, it could just be a means of coping.Silent, doesn't always mean yes. It may also mean no, but its better left unsaid.
It's not being in love that makes me happy. It's being in love with you that makes me happy.
Anybody can get an I LOVE YOU but fewer get an I LOVE YOU TOO!
yeah so I know about this, but I have a few people in my life whom I really love, I just want to make an effort in actually showing it than just saying it, because those three simple words (of 8 letters/3words and 1 meaning) is for me something that shouldn't be felt as a person holding a gun to you and shouting back I love you too!!!!!!!!!,.... no I want that person to know that its okay if you don't love me back but you're at least lovable and that is one lesson learned from the rejection.... gosh... why can't I stop? If IB won't kill me my own heart will..