Room for your thoughts: The place I Belong: "It all feels and sounds like a dream, Each day with surprises of its own, I watch the sun rise and am amazed, My world is far different from ..."
How many of you young people do poems and file them away? I have sat and compiled my thoughts since I was of a very tender age. I started by modifying a poem in a textbook back in lower primary. I believed and still do in words. What else is more beautiful that the written word. Nothing can surpass or fathom the essence and beauty of the written word. My verdict: Poetry can change the world!
The pain, the anger, the frustration The bitterness that comes with betrayal Love that turns sour Robbing one of their dreams The anguish of losing one’s ground Falling and never rising again Some will call it madness I call it a power difficult to harness Love is pure wickedness A vice that accompanies weakness Turning joy to bitterness …and warped that which was flawless With a sharp sword engraved in my soul Avenge I must before I face Seoul You call me heartless I say, I just use my heart less Brutality mercilessly took my naivety Brutality assures me of my liberty An eye for an eye makes all of us blind However, a heart for a heart… alienates pain!
Let me write you a story of a day past gone or maybe a day in tomorrows realm Let me write you a story of happy day's 'n' hour's Of smiling feet of dancing merry ...don' stop me let me write you this story let me write you a story of us the merry we share the hearts that care the life we dare the cases we represent Jurists in the court of life .....don stop me let me write you this story let me write you a story of they; they want to emulate or is it duplicate the friendship and love the aura of us we can share it but they can't take it away ...don' stop me let me write you this story
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