The earth cries, Its roars of weeping billow across the sky with deafening volume. The clouds groan under the weight of their own tears, The ground is flooded with their sadness. All over the world, people mourn. His family and friends, his fans... Parents, grandparents, and children alike. We have lost a role-model, a childhood... All mourn for the loss of a legend.. A hero to many. One who has bestowed so much happiness, So much laughter and encouragement, While he himself battled a war within his being. How could this be? We ask ourselves. How could someone so great Fall to such depths? How? Why? But as these inquiries burn in our minds, There is something greater to cling to within our hearts...
Something I wrote today when I was on my break at work lol I just got to thinking about the many questions people have that have no possible answer. Also how math and arithmetic cannot be applied to figure out every scenario, some things are not meant to be answered. Well that is what I believe anyway lol I hope it makes sense and I hope you guys like it
help meeeee my entire family is in a uproar and they're all arguing and i knew this was going to happen so i've been hiding in my room writing poetry for the past three hours and they've been yelling and i'm so nervous i feel like i'm going to have a heart attack.
living in my house is sort of like living on the ocean: calm seas, and then storms and shipwrecks.
i don't handle confrontation of any kind well and i'm not dealing with any of this
You taught me the meaning of the word "dream". When I was a child you were my favourite one, your movies made me dream about a better future, about who I would become when adult. Your characters were full of hope and joy. You were my hero. You will be forever in my heart! Oh captain my captain, thanks for making me happy when I was a child, and thanks for making me happy everytime I watch your movies. Sorry if this poem and my english suck, but it's the best I can do while I'm about to cry... One day we'll see in another world, but until that moment comes... ..thank you Robin, thank you!
Robin Williams, one of my favourite actors, is dead....I'm so sad....He was my hero when I was a child!!!!! You'll be in my heart forever!!!! Thanks for all the smiles you gave me...I'm sure you'll be able to make God laugh so much.....
Couldn't think of a good name. If you hadn't guessed its a poem about dancing, however since dancing is something you feel , i couldn't think of a sufficient way to portray something as purely emotional as dance soooo I wrote imaginative heartfelt gibberish (joke there is actually meaning in this piece)... Hope everyone enjoys
I took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my desk, your dog eared thesaurus and left my apartment for the last time. I would lie if I said I wasn't relieved for the respite from mistaken english and broken words.
It took them screaming at each other next door, the rejection letter arriving, my finger joints beginning to ache for me to realise; I missed your easy enunciation of the word 'beautiful', the crescendo in 'adoration' and yes, even the fluidity in 'talented'. The way your fingers curved at the typewriter, now made me misunderstand my own at the keyboard of a computer.*
I called you today, and you told me she is an English Major, and she loves you most when you argue with your vowels.
You always did speak a language I would never be wise enough to understand.
*I wish most I had remembered the perfect D shape your arm made, when I rested my head on it.