Alone all alone in a very wide sea.
I've lost my way and there is no one but me.
I yelled and yelled but there was no response.
I kept on swimming , hoping to find a shore.
There was nothing but failure knocking on my door.
I yelled again until I was out of breath.
I was afraid this would be my death.
To die alone with no one beside me.
No friends nor family , none of them is to be found.
For I for eternity in my failures will be bound.
I failed a lot and lost their trust.
whenever I saw them looking at me I saw signs of disgust.
Never meant to fail just wanted to help.
Yet again I'm a failure when I touch something it breaks.
I don't know why my heart aches.
Maybe it's because I am near my grave.
My only wish is to see tears.
In the eyes of the people who neglected me all these years.
When they look at my corpse and see.
The smile on my face as I knew someone cared for me.
Only then I will know.
I will be happy where ever I go.

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Rotten apple
Pungent smell
They dine on innocents
As they rise from hell
You shall be happy no more
As tomorrow's dawn will not shine like before
You shall know nothing but pain
And more of it you will gain
You shall live in fear
Until a brave one arrives one year
And release the mighty kind soul
Then evil will crawl into a black hole
And peace shall appear once more
Reminding you of how it was before.

I've only just realized I have a severe emotional handicap. When my horoscope said I was 'overemotional" in the Downsides, I thought that it was truly a good thing.

Now being so hurt I know it's more of a big, gaping, scratched up, grazed, pulpy, crying wound. with its own tears. with its own self defensiveness.

Will it ever be healed? Will anyone care enough to heal it? Will I always be hurt regardless of some gracious person's efforts to bandage it?

I feel that I will always be oversensitive. It is not a gift, I am not lucky in this way, I was always a cripple.

Continuing last question...... p.s: asking a new one because of the letters limit

Arrogant fool across the land
Holds powers in his hand
And rule the weaklings with a sword
Telling them your say must not be told
Killing whom he wishes to kill
Making his people believe it's a daily drill
But some fine men always rebel
Filled with desire to end this hell
Gathering as many people as they can
Driven by their desire to have a free life span
They decide to attack the rotten one
Ending this misery that he calls fun
They destroy the palace walls
The lair of the corrupted finally falls
The rotten king never put up a fight
For he was just bark and no bite

Can't find enough space for another poem v.v letters limit again D:

Toss your own feelings, perspectives, hopes and dreams aside; embrace truth and do not let anything distract you from reality.

Meh, don't fully agree with it...

To our son.

I wish I could remember every second
but that's impossible I know.
Words frozen in time, "I'm pregnant"
in a warm safe place we watched you grow.

I wish I could remember every minute
if only, but only holds a few.
To see you kick with no aggression
strangers saying "when's the baby due?"

I wish I could remember just one hour
I tried, but years and age destroy.
In retrospect doesn't matter
for every second, you bring us joy.

I wish doesn't get, that's an old expression,
now days and months have turned to years.
We don't wish they come flooding back
the very moment our son appears.
Caveat17/6/2004 (C)