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Buddhist. Penny Lane. Lover of all things living. Silver Lining Idiot. Closet nerd. Adventure seeker.
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Pouring out my sentiments in words through each drop of ink absorbed by the paper; like "every emotion by the heart".
It's easy to know a person through a simple description- full of lies. To truly discover a person read their poems, they're hiding behind those …
Poems
Isha Kumar Oct 2014
Be Wary, My Dear
Isha Kumar
Oct 2014
Be wary, my dear.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your loving heart.
Don't, my dear,
turn hard and cold.
The world is falling,
stand firm and bold.
Don't give up.
Be brave, my dear.
Nobody can hurt you.
Forget that fear.
You are invincible.
Don't fear the dark.
Save the crumbling world
and leave a lasting mark.
Be wary, my dear.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your brave heart.
Don't be frightened
If you watch the world fall.
Be wary, my dear,
and yet, stand tall.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your loving heart.
Don't, my dear,
turn hard and cold.
The world is falling,
stand firm and bold.
Don't give up.
Be brave, my dear.
Nobody can hurt you.
Forget that fear.
You are invincible.
Don't fear the dark.
Save the crumbling world
and leave a lasting mark.
Be wary, my dear.
Your world falls apart.
Be wary, my friend,
of your brave heart.
Don't be frightened
If you watch the world fall.
Be wary, my dear,
and yet, stand tall.
stuck Aug 2015
why i'm wary of people
stuck
Aug 2015
you know how it feels to be ditched and thrown away,
yet you ask me why i'm wary of people.
you know how much it hurts to be broken down,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you know how it feels to be betrayed by those closest to you,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you already know why i'm wary of people,
yet you still ask me why.
yet you ask me why i'm wary of people.
you know how much it hurts to be broken down,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you know how it feels to be betrayed by those closest to you,
yet you ask me why i’m wary of people.
you already know why i'm wary of people,
yet you still ask me why.
Natasha N Koucoules Oct 2015
Being Watched
Natasha N Koucoules
Oct 2015
Ever have that feeling like someone's watching you?
That feeling you get when you feel eyes on you all the time?
It makes you feel scared, like they want something.
And when you look, they don't look away, they just stare.
That sense of someone wanting something, but not speaking.
It makes you feel like you want to disappear, not be seen.
Until finally, they walk away, leaving you alone again.
And though, you feel better, it still leaves you wary.
Wary of why that person wouldn't stop staring.
Wary of thinking they might do the same thing again.
Thinking they may come back to stare at you again.
It just makes you feel so wary, like they want your attention.
Being watched is something you don't ever want to be.
Because it's a horrible feeling, that leads to being paranoid.
That feeling you get when you feel eyes on you all the time?
It makes you feel scared, like they want something.
And when you look, they don't look away, they just stare.
That sense of someone wanting something, but not speaking.
It makes you feel like you want to disappear, not be seen.
Until finally, they walk away, leaving you alone again.
And though, you feel better, it still leaves you wary.
Wary of why that person wouldn't stop staring.
Wary of thinking they might do the same thing again.
Thinking they may come back to stare at you again.
It just makes you feel so wary, like they want your attention.
Being watched is something you don't ever want to be.
Because it's a horrible feeling, that leads to being paranoid.
I just had that feeling a few minutes ago, and had to write about it.
It's creepy when someone won't take their eyes off you for no apparent reason. I wanted to ask what she wanted, but couldn't. It was just too freaky seeing her watching me, not saying a word. Well, that's my freaky poem for today. Thanks for reading this if you did. Feel free to like, comment, what you want to do. Again, thanks for reading, bye! :)
It's creepy when someone won't take their eyes off you for no apparent reason. I wanted to ask what she wanted, but couldn't. It was just too freaky seeing her watching me, not saying a word. Well, that's my freaky poem for today. Thanks for reading this if you did. Feel free to like, comment, what you want to do. Again, thanks for reading, bye! :)