爱的伟大
我的爱就像
汹涌澎渤的大海
每一卷浪奔驰向沙滩
掀起优美的浪花。
我的爱
将永不枯萎
就像幽雅的玫瑰花
站在太阳下
显得更迷人。
其实我爱的
不是某某某
而只是
生命而已!
哈哈。。。骗到你了!
PS:这是首好烂的诗啊! 本来开头不错的, 但过后就不会接了。。。还有我的华语那么差还要学写华语的诗?! 真的是不知量力!! 有没有人肯帮我修改呢?
我的爱就像
汹涌澎渤的大海
每一卷浪奔驰向沙滩
掀起优美的浪花。
我的爱
将永不枯萎
就像幽雅的玫瑰花
站在太阳下
显得更迷人。
其实我爱的
不是某某某
而只是
生命而已!
哈哈。。。骗到你了!
PS:这是首好烂的诗啊! 本来开头不错的, 但过后就不会接了。。。还有我的华语那么差还要学写华语的诗?! 真的是不知量力!! 有没有人肯帮我修改呢?
weaved by Zzzyun at 9:40 PM 1 wind-blown petals
Categories: Chinese Poetry
I don't want to be forced
to laugh
when I don't find it funny.
People are pressuring me to conform,
to become a mindless clone,
incapable of thought.
I'm surrounded by people everyday
but I've never ever felt so alone.
No one to confide in
my deepest fears
my darkest secrets.
No one to share an inside joke
or rollercoaster with me
through the ups and downs of the road called Life.
I don't really fit in.
Life seems like a dark void that cannot be filled.
I'm rushing down an endless dark hole.
Sometimes, I feel that
life is really empty.
A blank nothing.
Dark.
Period.
weaved by Zzzyun at 9:35 PM 0 wind-blown petals
Categories: Emotional
Many things have changed
I'm one of them.
Things will never be the same again.
We used to be really good friends,
Inseparable.
But now we feel more like
strangers.
Those people who you brush shoulders with
at a busy street.
We used to be one of those people
who could finish each other's sentences.
But now,
I don't even know
what you're thinking
what you're feeling.
Do you feel the same?
I have been talking, talking.
Yes, you're hearing
But, you're not really listening
with your heart.
It's really a shame.
Eyes wide open,
everything's crystal clear.
But you only see
what you want to see
Hear what you want to hear.
Something or someone has torn us apart,
killed this true friendship
with a fatal scar.
I don't believe in forever,
I just believe in 'now'.
The curtains are drawn,
the show's over.
I'm in doubt whether we can
mend this wounded friendship.
I cherished it once,
when it was still special
and meaningful.
Now, I think I'll just
let it go.
Coz' I don't wanna know.
Every day of our life,
dully ripped away.
I see so many sheets of calendar
crumpled into unsightly balls of white.
I'm not surprised to find
that we've grown apart.
It's quite natural,
when the weary clock
had ticked for so long a time.
We've become different people
oceans apart in our ways of life,
bound only by this
old rusty chain of friendship.
I will just let it be.
I know, I used to cared a lot.
But now?
I don't feel nothing no more.
Broaden my horizons I will
and see beyond this murky gray sea.
Only time will tell and
only time will heal our wounds.
Everyone, juz remember to appreciate what you have before you lose it... ~~Peace~~
weaved by Zzzyun at 9:17 AM 0 wind-blown petals
Some people have
no sense of purpose in life.
Oh, yes, poor them do have but one goal.
To marry a rich husband
and wallow in his stack of gold.
Sorry to be rude
but I always speak my mind.
To tell you the truth,
I’m rather disgusted
by their sort of ideal future.
It’s revolting.
It’s the ultimate insult
to the descendants of Eve.
You know what?
Wallowing just might be
what they’re going to do a lot of
in their pitiful future.
Unfortunately, not in stacks of green,
but more likely in self-pity.
Women, hear my prayer.
Take a stand.
Make a statement.
Do us women proud.
We don’t need such shit
from the ‘stronger sex’.
Since the passing sands of time,
we women had been labeled as
the ‘weaker sex’.
How amusing.
Such untruths so widespread.
Coz the Y-chromosomed oppressor
is the one born with defects.
But, then it’s not uncommon
for the childish chauvinist
to call others names.
We are not the ones
who determine the gender of our children.
But we are the ones
who are blamed the most
by mental mother-in-laws
who decided it was so.
We are not frumpy housewives
for you to come home
and yell at.
We are not subservient servants
willing to bathe your stinking feet
held so high.
Instead, open your heart,
please take note.
We are the breadwinners of society.
We are the mothers of mankind.
We, individuals with rights,
demand proper respect from all.
We don’t need a man
to make us whole.
Coz we are
independent, confident
and invincible.
We are women,
hear us roar,
hear us shout to the heavens
that we can survive
in this harsh world
without a man.
Now, don’t get me wrong.
I’m not saying
I don’t want to find love
with a man
who has integrity
and all those good qualities
I pray for.
Just saying that
race of Eve and Adam
are both equals.
Call us counterparts, even partners.
Give us women due respect.
Give us a standing ovation
for our selfless contributions to humanity.
Mark my words,
We will create our own destiny.
weaved by Zzzyun at 2:31 PM 0 wind-blown petals
Categories: Fictional