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By Rajan Thapaliya
Unfortunately, my unfulfilled desire is killing me
My happiness are so far away
Iâ€™m living all these days with my unshed tears
Life has brought me fear of stairs
It's hard to make someone love you; even harder to watch the person you love leave you behind.
Poetry | Updated Dec 7, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
This is a poem I wrote about someone who is now just a distant memory...
By Rajan Thapaliya
Welcome to the land of the fame
I'm far from the radio and video game
The art of nature and best of the best
Mother of universe, thatâ€™s the Mount Everest
Rhododendron is blooming and mountain is smiling
Snow is falling while couples of pigeonâ€™s are flying
Reflects the joy where...
A CONFESSION OF LOVE FOR A CERTAIN WOMAN WHO WILL NEVER KNOW OF SUCH FEELINGS.
About paranoid people I know
A poem about a wake and bake :) Enjoyyy
This is a depressing poem
i can almost promise that all of you have experienced or felt like this at one point. I have and there is no way for me to get it out, until now. Your not alone.
"Trust me," Mr. Drew murmured, his warm breath tickling my ear. His blue eyes dove into my soul, healing every hurt, every scar, that I've ever had. "I want to. I really do."
A poem about my night :)
Poetry | Updated Oct 1, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Angel Of Life
its a romance, horror, thriller, comedy, and awsome story all at the same time!
theres a new girl in the neighborhood, well two new girls. they are twins, so identical, not even their parents can tell them apart. all they know is one of them had a breakdown last year, the normal twin,...
This poem addresses the issue of child and young girl prostitution in the far east. The poem is written in first person singular as the voice of the eighteen year old prostitute who just wishes she were free and could be a "shop girl" rather than being a prostitute and possibly dying of aids....
mental physical well being stress health twelve years dead or maybe a lifetime