Em()


I’ve always been one of those,

Who are scared to face their lives…

Afraid of being laughed on,

Who has a fear of moving on!

Can’t stand the crowd,

Won’t dare to sing in an open ground…

Always has a low esteem about me,

That I stand no where, anywhere!

Sometimes, I feel like nobody cares…

Even though I know that many do!

How long can I hide from the world?

And stick to being emo!

Emotions of all kinds are mixed in me,

I hardly know what I feel…

But one thing I know, that the feeling stinks.

Then why can’t I step up and leave the emo me behind?!


Comments

  1. Sakhi.December 22, 2008 at 3:50 AM

    Won’t dare to sing in an open ground…'
    then how can u accompany someone??:P

    ReplyDelete
  2. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*December 22, 2008 at 7:25 AM

    yeah, it's just so peaceful. just the feeling of being alone. sometimes you just want to walk away from it all.

    and nice poem! :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Couture CarrieDecember 22, 2008 at 7:44 AM

    Wow, touching words - you don't seem like you have low self-esteem; you appear confident, and you write so well!

    xoxox,
    CC

    ReplyDelete
  4. DibsyDecember 22, 2008 at 9:19 AM

    <3 da new layout!! XD

    ReplyDelete
  5. cDecember 24, 2008 at 7:21 PM

    Merry Christmas Eve! That's a fantastic poem!

    ReplyDelete
  6. NotionJanuary 7, 2009 at 12:05 PM

    this is hot too

    and the reason why is because thats the safest place to be for you in life because you know it better than trusting another

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Your words mean a lot :)

Popular posts from this blog

Tripping Cause I'm Clumsy :)

Image
picture from:  here They say that we suddenly grow up at a point, without realizing.  We suddenly stop doing what we always have been doing and we take a break to think. And then we change the gears and let go of all the stupidity.  We may not like it in the beginning, but this break is required. We need to sort ourselves out, and I think that this is what I’ve been trying to do from the past few weeks. I’ve heard that college changes people. Tomboyish girls start to wear make up, and the nerds start to bunk classes, while the desperate ones are all over each other. No hard feelings, but this is what happens. I’ve been thinking about which category I lie in. And honestly, I’m clueless. While people around me are too busy attending some party or the other, or while uploading pictures on  social networking sites, I’ve been so lost because none of these things seem appealing to me any longer. I don’t find the need of going to the washroom eve...
Read more

♫..♥..♫

Image
"Trust me. There's no way that I can sing in front of you." "Well, I don't care. You just have to!" I thrust the guitar into his hands and sit down in front of him. "You won't ever give up now, will you?" He sighs as he strikes a chord. "We got this afternoon You've got this room for two.." His eyes are shut, his voice mesmerizing. Soft..calm..just beautiful. His fingers gently move, the rhythm comes to him so naturally. I just sit and listen. And that's all I want to do. "You were wonderful." I say, once he stops. He laughs. "Your body is my wonderland." He kisses my shoulders gently. "You should really try for the competition, you know. You'll get through." "You don't get it Lucy. I can't sing in front of people." He snaps. "Just close your eyes and think that you're singing to me. Do it for me. Please.." I look into his eyes and hold on to his gaze. "Th...
Read more

Unfaithful

Image
“I don’t wanna hurt him anymore, I don’t wanna take away his life... I don’t wanna be a murderer.” I lie on the crumpled bed sheet, alone. Naked. I close my eyes, tighten my fist, and try to stop the guilt from growing, from eating me up. It wasn’t the first time. I should have been accustomed to all of this by now, but no I’m not. I don’t think I ever will…yet I continue to do so, and yet I lie in his arms, and crave for him when he’s not around. The pictures appear in my mind. Flash backs. They always do after he leaves. And I always try to shut them from my mind. But it’s next to impossible. No, I don’t love him. I already have a lover, and he? He already has a family. It’s just the craving, the desperation, and the intense longing of being loved. He caresses me, he’s firm, strong, and I easily melt inside him. When he’s besides me, he is all I see. I don’t think about anything else. The world just seems beautiful when we lie next to each other, exhausted. And then, he leaves...
Read more