Welcome to the Small Things in Life~

As you can see. I'm not really as my poems describes me to be.
I'm not really very gentle or mature.
I'm a very rash and impolite girl with a awesome loud voice.
Judging my poems you may think that I have liked a skaterboy or a basketball player. The answer is nope. I just got inspiration from the people I met. I will never ever reveal who I like in this poems. I just hope to give people inspiration and hope they will be able to move on with life.Or find comfort in the small things in life.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Bravery

Bravery comes in all way

It could come
From the ancient times.
The boy who fought for his county

It could come from that girl,
who decided to save her country
and sacrificed herself
while doing so.

But bravery also comes
From doing small things.
Those small actions

Bravery comes from that girl
You just bullied
Her tears brimming
but she doesn't cry
She crunches her fingers
and stands up

Bravery comes from that guy
who was rejected
He still smiles
and wish that girl
the best

Bravery comes from the child
who forgives his friend
for breaking his toy
and trusting his friend again

Bravery comes from the adult
who lets go
or keeps the marriage going
despite all the difficulties they face

Bravery comes not from the famous people
but from the us the mere mortals
who end up the hero
at the end of the day
We are all heroes in our heart :D <3

Moving On


The sunset of the beginning
But how can you say this is
The start of a beginning
When it never happened.

It's no use crying over something
That never exist

But is words that useful
Feeling still rules

That lady standing on the
Abandoned railway station
Holding a torn suitcase
Her hat flying off to
Somewhere unknown

That girl lying on the ground
staring into the
never ending blue-sky

That kid crying behind the
playground slide

Different kind of sadness
You see everyday
But still all the same

Tears of a broken heart
Memories indeed

Now what you say makes sense
I wish we were robots

That lady,that child,that girl
Different stages of life
Still the same sadness.

That Lady picks up her hat
and walks away
That girl picks herself up
and walks away from that blue sky
blue sky of sadness
That kid dry her tears up
and walks away from the memories

Moving on is vital
Crying is important
It's okay to cry over something
Worthless and stupid
But always never forget
Moving on
Is still the most important

Friday, March 2, 2012

The Teddy Bear

The teddy bear
lies forgotten
at the corner of the room

New toys at the side of the room
It's master playing with them

The teddy bear with many patches
It's arms weary from hugging
Many times

The old teddy bear has been forgotten

The teddy bear looks up sadly
But smiles to see
It's master smiling so happily

A cry occurs suddenly
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tears Falling
The teddy bear looks shocked
Don't cry

It walks over
I'll hug you so don't cry

---a silent occur:
I love you. Even thought my arms are tired and weary, I'll still hug you.
I'm sorry for forgetting you. I love you

:D ANOTHER ONE TO MY COUSIN FEEL THE LOVEEEEEEE

My Heart Beat

The day my heart beat stopped
Was the day it stopped beating for you
The never ending wails of the ambulance
The cries of the lose filled the air

Will someone please give me
The Kiss Of Life
I'm drowning soon

I will meet someone
Better in the Future
And make my heart
Race again
Butterflies will come and go

But this feelings will never go
The feeling of Like
I'll bury them in
Until my heart gets revived
Again

Dedicated to my AWESOME COUSIN :)

Thursday, March 1, 2012

The Midget

In class there was this midget
He always had this habit
'Tap tap tap' his pen would
whizzle nosily.

After school those frantic pattering of footsteps
His backpack flying across the blue skies

The sound of a boy falling on the group
"123" SLAM DUCK
Defying gravity

And suddenly,
He seemed very cool

Those dreams he chased
Nothing to stop

Who says physical imperfections
Have a right to rule your life

The boy who rose above the crowd
The boy I admired.

That guy next door

I once knew this guy
Who turned heads around

No one could resist taking a peek
At the boy next door

Whenever I saw him
he seemed to fly on his skateboard
Air borne
No worries
Flying with the birds
Beyond the clouds
I wonder whats there
I think his the only one who knows

I remember the one ear piercing
How painful it looked
But how painless he carried it

I remember the boy next door
I used to like him