Novel & Cerita Poem About Me

A light too blinding, a fire too high, Yet I kneel, yet I pray, yet I burn alive. Flesh and bone, yet something more, A voice that binds, a touch ignored. Untouchable fate, unshaken throne, And yet I long to call you my own. I exhaled through my nose again, rubbing my temple. Of course, it's wonderful. I'd never read poetry so well written. Of fucking course. I refolded the paper and tucked it back where I found it. I wasn't mad. I wasn't even surprised. Just... I don't know.

Yet it was still as if she could see me and hear me clearly. And even at this moment, when she stares at me, perhaps wondering who I am and why I am in the hall, I wish she could just study my lips and read all my words in her name; maybe that would help the situation, and I can definitely have her to myself, but she did not, yet I still wrote another poem in her name, and I recited it over and over. Maybe my mom has always been right to call me a loverboy. I love to be able to make sure my woman feels comfortable with me, but I am so unlucky to have met vultures in the past.

"There's a poem there I'm going to Recite it." Bryan looked hesitant, he opened the book and gazed back at me. "In loneliness, I find my home Where shadows dance, and darkness roams My heart is empty, my soul is worn For I am alone, with no one to call my own My mother died, and my father blamed Me for her death, with a heart so ashamed I wrote this poem, to cope with the pain Of being alone, with no one to love again I had my grandmother to rely on So I pray every night for her to live long

But I don't care because what I see in you is that you are a diamond that should be treasured forever. Everything is seen as just a shiny glitters but I see you a gem. A gem that I will keep, but how can you be mine if you like someone who is rich? How about me who is just a stupid writer without money and a lab rat of my own company. This poem I am writing is for you, I know you will laugh at me when I tell you this. So as far as I can tell, this is always my role. If god will give me a chance to be with you, I will still dream of a simple life with you. I don’t have to be rich, I just want to be like you.

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die." He stared at her, "How about now? Did I say it well?"

I didn’t want them to see me like this. A wreck. Weak. Nothing. A shell of an empty person. “I am enough”. I kept repeating in a whisper. “I am enough.”

All my failures come pouring down, and they suffocate me. Who am I?

(Your favorite holiday) _________ is as joyful as the mourning of those who got lost. Yes, this poem is ironic and it sounds weird. But I know that I (name an extraordinary talent/skill where you're the only person who knows) ________. With this extravagance, I adore the (first impressive thing you see at your left)________. So hey! the (name the smallest thing you can find in your house/room at this moment)__________ is just like a painting of my willpower. Mostly drained but charging for more determination. the (the first circular shape that you could find) __________ is your foundation in building yourself.

In anticipation, that one day you will see me. The world surrounds you for your outer beauty. But look through my eyes and you will see a different story. (The poem is not mine) India. My mate. My love. My soulmate. I know something very bad has happened to her. Very bad memories are imprinted in her heart, which are like a scar in her life.

" I said and he left while I went inside feeling sorry for him over the misfortune that befall him. While Emjay was leaving London, I wished I could swap places with him. It is unfortunate his goal didn't work out. I guess we all have our low moments even the influential ones. I finished my chores, made lunch and asked Kiki to deliver it to our mother at the bar. I wasn't feeling sleepy so I decided to write moreover, I haven't written for a while. I opened a new page from the diary Dr. Amrah gave me and all I could think about was love. I didn't even know why, how I aligned the words and sentences but all I knew was that I penned down something beautiful. I have a habit of reading out my ar