The One Who Poems

To the one who stole my heart, and then stomped it into the ground

It's real nice 
 how you could just cut me out your life 
 like I never meant  
like I was just some random basic B*ch  
Got me holding onto faith 
even though it's been right in my face 
 that this has been just a fckng game 
 That you've constantly continued

The One Who Stayed

Then she appeared, like morning’s glow,
Through pixel-light our truths would flow.
I swore that love was just a game,
She held my doubts without the shame.

A year we spoke in midnight streams,
Trading hope through fragile dreams.
I gathered courage, soft but true,
“To keep in touch—could that be you?”

Two weeks passed, the silence thin,
Then at 2 a.m., she pulled

For the one who stays

She wakes before the sun,
packs two lunches—one for school,
one for work,
if she remembers to eat.

She brushes her child’s hair
while tying back her own pain.
She looks in the mirror and sees
a woman who stayed too long
for someone who only knew
how to disappear.

He said forever,
then broke it quietly.
Took the best of her years
and left her with
bills, baggage,
and

TO THE ONE WHO IS

You have neither season nor outline,
Yet you dwell in every beat of my heart, crushed
By disappointment and solitude,
As though the day leaned over my hours of penance
To gather the source of my being.
Your presence never imposes—it seeps in,
Fluid, tender, elusive,
And I am held captive by a smile that promises nothing
Yet offers everything.
It is enough that

the one who might

she has been looking for someone,
since before she knew the word for wanting,
“please, have you seen this person?”

someone who’s tall and strong
when she scratched her knees
falling down the monkey bars
—he can catch her when she falls, and lift her like she's air

someone who's kind and has a puppy 
when she first held 
a fluffy life

I wait for the one who might return someday

I wait for the one who might return someday,
but this "might" deceives me a little more each day,
like a distant song slowly fading in the autumn dusk,
an echo of lost footsteps on the forgotten paths of time.
How long could patience last?
Now I feel that I’ve grown tired of feeding myself with these hollow promises,
like shadows

I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions

I sink deep into the unhappiness of being the one who doesn't deceive you with sweet illusions,
I refuse to change who I am for anyone, even for the shadows that surround me.
I've detested how easily you allow yourself to be manipulated to accept everything you hear without question,
Have I not left a strong enough impression,

Love My God

Love My God..
    HE is the one who Balances 
    The universe..
    HE is the one Who
    Make fall of drops from
     The sky..
     HE is the one Who
     Feeds the

The one who made me ride

It's the success who made me ride
It's the fear who made me hide
I know no one is on my side 
I know they all wanna dim my light
I know to keep it alive, I have to fight
No, I will never lose my sight
No, I will never give up on my right


What you think I made?
What

Lonely Is The One Who Counts Days

He lived according to his creed,
he missed events that caused endless tears;
he was only present in tragedies...
did he really expect to be freed
from foolish thoughts that didn't know extremes,
showing no effort to make them realistic dreams?

Lonely is the one who counts days
and watches parades of laughing clowns,
giving him a momentary relief from sadness;
he won't march

I Am the One Who Has No Clue About Me

Taken by the breath of thee
Find it hard to breath
Tears begin to flow
All around only hurt
Intensify the pain
Runs wild and free
No calming flow
Rocked to the core
Wheres the words
Wheres the real emotion
So fake it is
So pretend i play
With this life
Granted i took
I had it all
I had it there 
Willing it was
My heart had no mind
The dark

We Try To Get the One Who Tips

we trim their hair, necks, noses, and mustaches too
They come on Saturday morning, when the mail is due
we hear their stories, they gossip about their farms and such
we like our regulars, and we hear so much!
only one gives us a tip we try to get him

The One Who Matters Most

Winter's joys are many,
There's lights and sometimes snow
But the greatest joy of all,
Is one not many know
Some may think it's presents
Some may think it's more
But the one that matters all the most
Is the one true God, our Lord
We celebrate his birthday,
On this most special day
He is our great shepherd
He will find us when we're stray
He

The One Who Pays the Piper

Pipe me a tune I can dance to
Or play a lament, as of old.
And pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.

Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Then stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.

Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play

Poor Selfish the One Who Imagines To Know Everything

Selfish and barbaric,
wrong and stupid
the one who only supplies
of himself thinking
conceive of everything... !
How little is it
this ideologic stature,
  how is it phenomenal
this obscurantism... !

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