tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29665933613854520612011-04-22T12:29:09.031+08:00ASRInoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2966593361385452061.post-9065266427862165322008-05-15T21:38:00.001+08:002008-05-15T21:38:44.511+08:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">My poem was written about how I feel that I am stuck in a relationship without love and how bad I want to feel that love for him and to receive it from him. </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2966593361385452061-906526642786216532?l=eternitysaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ASRInoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2966593361385452061.post-24774355950834383242008-05-15T21:34:00.000+08:002008-05-15T21:36:28.974+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">If Love is a Universal emotion, then the pain it often causes (some might say inevitably causes) is equally Universal. Yet, that only begs the more important question: Why do sad poems and stories of emotional pain bring each of us a strange kind of pleasure?<br />Maybe, in the end, the answer really isn't so complex. A burden born by one can often grow too heavy to bear. Maybe, in the end, each of us knows that sharing our pain is the only way we can live with the pain. And that's really what each of these poignantly sad poems are about - sharing.<br />Let the countdown begin.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2966593361385452061-2477435595083438324?l=eternitysaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ASRInoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2966593361385452061.post-78626030893727426262008-05-15T21:30:00.000+08:002008-05-15T21:31:35.604+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;">Hi to anyone who viewed my bloggy!Ty! Tag me!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2966593361385452061-7862603089372742626?l=eternitysaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ASRInoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2966593361385452061.post-39741464063836965472008-05-15T13:48:00.000+08:002008-05-15T13:49:09.093+08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Anger risesThroughout my bodyEyes are fierceAnd hands are clenchedShe picks and nagsPunches and callsShe picks on me And I hate herever since i was caughtCaught cuttingAnd she found meEver sinceShe found me thereShe should of let me dieAnd now she is my reasonFor my demiseFor my hate and angerShe is the fuel That I don't want to pay forBut, I'm taking it anyways,Holding it inThen letting it out later...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2966593361385452061-3974146406383696547?l=eternitysaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ASRInoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2966593361385452061.post-57336898425783145592008-05-15T13:39:00.000+08:002008-05-15T13:44:23.699+08:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Sometimes I have this feeling Where I want to shout very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loud Just</span> to take off all the stress And for my worries I let them <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">out Sometimes</span> I feel so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">lonely Like</span> I am the only person in this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">world I</span> wonder why people can't see me I wonder why I am being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ignored My</span> best friend always says "I wish I can pay you back"He forgot the main important thing; His caring is what I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lack My</span> heart is getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">weaker Yet</span> no one hear my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cries I</span> always give those faking smiles If only someone looked at my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">eyes Sometimes</span> I have this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">feeling Where</span> I want to fly very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">far To</span> live away from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">people To</span> live between the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">stars Sometimes</span> I wish to stay inside a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">cave I</span> want to stay there <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">forever I</span> want to see if someone will ask about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">me But</span> I doubt someone will <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">bother I</span> don't know what's wrong with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">me And</span> why I feel leaving this land?I don't know what I really <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">missBut</span> maybe someone to hold my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">hand Yeah</span>, I guess this is what I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">need A</span> partner for my soul and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">heart Someone</span> like true friend or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">lover Someone</span> to fill my missing parts </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2966593361385452061-5733689842578314559?l=eternitysaddy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ASRInoreply@blogger.com0