A poem of a sad man

If no one ever marries me,—
And I don’t see why they should,
For nurse says I’m not pretty,
And I’m seldom very good—

If no one ever marries me
I shan’t mind very much;
I shall buy a 다람쥐 in a cage,
And a little rabbit-hutch:

I shall have a cottage near a wood,
And a 조랑말 all my own,
And a little 양고기 quite clean and tame,
That I can take to town:

And when I’m getting really old,—
At twenty-eight 또는 nine—
I shall buy a little orphan-girl
And bring her up as mine.

—Laurence Alma-Tadema

Hope 당신 like it, that it speaks to you, invites you, whoever 당신 are.





I may only be One Voice,

But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.

my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.

My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*

So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices












*not part of the original poem:

Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.

These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds 당신 left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
당신 left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken 당신 from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made 당신 leave, 또는 why, but I do know this,
That if 당신 could, 당신 would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as 당신 are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting 당신 to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
당신 were and 앤젤 when 당신 were here
Now you’re just a different kind    
One that will be our guardian until we can find 당신 again
When we find our way to the light

The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry

The 잔디 neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines

Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may 키스 the ground
without having a mess of my face

There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to 옮기기 on
is as painful as letting go

My 심장 goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how

But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to

Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game

But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow 또는 the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt

your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
당신 make me laugh
and thought of losing 당신 made me cry

your 심장 is as deep as ocean
당신 are calm in sticky situations
당신 are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
당신 can see my pain through my eyes

it's 당신 that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
당신 are the 레이 of light in the darkest night
당신 gave me new hope of life
당신 are always there for me

we have to different ways
but i will never forget 당신 and your friendship
we might fall apart but
당신 will hold my 심장 forever

the times we had are precious jam
당신 like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you

The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.

Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?