Just started to write poems. :-
You fill the room with sweet sensation
distracting bits of information
crowd the space where logic dwells
distorting sights and sounds and smells...
I would love to write short stories but I have no idea what they should be about :) Leave comments please.
Please do not copy my work. I just wanted to share this but don't want someone stealing it so it. Thank you. let me know what you think, let me know what you thought it was about...
I am not depressed
I can still smile at pretty things.
And laugh when jokes are funny.
I can still talk to people.
And enjoy nice days.
But when I go inside,
When I am alone...
For the sweet tastes of chocolate, nectar and wine.
For the sweet touch of your hands, legs and hips on mine.
There are many grapes on the vine.
this poem is for someone very special here on EP ..
When the day has been long
and the troubles last into the night
All you’ve gotta do is smile
and everything is suddenly...
Society is crashing
The people aren't ever lasting
We can't just charge our selfs back up
We run out of fuel and forget how to use tools
Out society is crashing
No longer ever...
Best Friends. A poem by Gabe Sytangco.
Best friends are family
They care for you
Stand for you
They share laughs
They share jokes
They share feelings
So this is the end,
Absolution; paths parted,
Just 272 days,
From where we started.
Please bring me to a sense,
Of finality, accepting our days of paradise,
How young I was when I began crafting my cocoon
Invisible to the eye, only I know where it resides
Time after time I crawl or run inside and lock the gate
Familiar and safe from...
My sixth sense was tingling
while through the crowd I'm mingling
when I heard a silent whisper
that said that I would miss her
so I turned my head around
and my heartbeat took a...
In my head....
The world as I know is twirling
From the nerves inside me spiraling
Leaving visions flashing and churning
Which make thoughts keep whirling
Please stop my head...
We all wish that saying goodbyes are easy but they are not. Throughout my short time in life I have come to believe that when we leave a place, part of it goes with us and part of...
She looks out from behind her eyesAn emptiness all consumedEvery word of late has been a lieExcept that she is doomed.It was hope that made her keep onAnd hope that made her...
The rain falls from the sky like the tears fall from my eyes
I'm such a foolish, miserable thing.
Maybe I'd be better off dead.
(THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME)
"Nutella for two"
In my shelf sits a spoon,
Cold to the touch.
Alone the spoon sits,
Not more, and not much.
It sits all day motionless,
Still and unmoved.
Dead as those,
like a ball of clay the world shaped her
into what they wanted to see
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
she will never be
But she will wear her smile like
her crown and let...
Your eyes should be crystal clear.
Crystal clear my lovely dear.
Clear from the filth they spew on you.
Clear as the fresh air after morning dew.
Your heart should not waver