I am here sitting, wondering and doing nothing….
I am thinking that something migth happen, but i am nothing….
I dreamed and dreaming but i am nothing….

I am thinking….dreaming that ,
Someday i might be someone and something….
But i started in nothing….

I was inlove and beloved but ended in nothing….
I give my care….
I give my love….
I give my respect….

But i lost her….
Cause im nothing to her….
All i want is to be happy….
To be cared….
To be loved….
To be respected….

I may have nothing now….
But someday i migth have everything….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

Look at me….
The one you throw out of your life….
The one, who you think is just a trash….
I was like a piece of paper….
That you crampled and throw in the garbage….
For you, i am a person with no one word….
With broken promises….
swears that all lies….
I was asking for forgiveness….
And begging….
And say sorry for my mistakes….
But your so mad and never listen….
You turn your back and you judged me…
But that was the past….
Look at me now….
The one who loves you so much….
The one who adored you so much….
The one who respect you so much….
But that was before….
Coz you judge me without a trial….
Thou love and respect for you is in me….
Now that im alone….
I must look into myself….
Not a losser….
But a free person….
I am the one….
Watch me now….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve,
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey;
I asked for health, that I might do greater things,
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things;

I asked for riches, that I might be happy,
I was given poverty, that I might be wise;
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of man,
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God;

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life,
I was given life, that I might enjoy things;
I got nothing that I asked for – but everything I had hoped for,
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered,
I am among all men, most richly blessed.

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

This poem was written/submitted by Maya Angelou.

I never saw a Moor –
I never saw the Sea –
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven –
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the Checks were given

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

We were walking alone the shore, hand and hand….
Shares happy moments….
Full of expectation, full of dreams….
We even moves mountains and build a foundations that someday we must shared….
Sometimes we were in troubles….
Sometimes we were in missery….
Sometimes no one even cared to us….
But still we were there, helping hands to each other….
I thought it will last for a life time….
Those were the days when we were together….
Now that im alone….
Im still here at the shore….
Sitting, waiting that one day you’ll be here right by my side….
If i have only one friend left in my life….
I want it to be YOU….

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken11308.

I’m Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — Too?
Then there’s a pair of us!
Don’t tell! they’d advertise — you know!

How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog –
To tell one’s name — the livelong June –
To an admiring Bog!

This poem was written/submitted by Emily Dickinson.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You are a failure,”
It means – You have not succeeded.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You accomplished nothing,”
It means – You have learned something.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You have been a fool,”
It means – You had a lot of faith.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You don’t have it,”
It means – You were willing to try.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You are inferior,”
It means – You are not perfect.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You’ve wasted your life,”
It means – You have a reason to start afresh.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You should give up,”
It means – “You must try harder.

Failure doesn’t mean – “You’ll never make it,”
It means – It will take a little longer.

Failure doesn’t mean – “God has abandoned you,”
It means – God has a better way for you.

In A Different Way
Live each single moment,
As if it were your last.
Look forward to the future,
Forget about the past.

Taking time to value,
Exactly what you’ve got.
Appreciate the now,
Use what you’ve been taught.

To further your enjoyment,
Of each new passing day.
Try learning something new,
In a different way.

Expanding your horizons,
By trying something new.
Makes life seem much larger,
You’ll know just what to do.

When you have a problem,
You can not seem to mend,
Somehow try it different,
Mind and thoughts must bend.

To learn to live life better,
In a different way.
Be open to suggestions,
Every single day.

If you see a tall fellow
ahead of the crowd,
A leader of men marching
fearless and proud,
And you know of a tale
whose mere telling aloud
Would cause this proud head
to in anguish be bowed,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it!

If you know of a skeleton
hidden away
In a closet,
and guarded
and kept from the day
In the dark, whose showing,
whose sudden display
Would cause grief and sorrow
and lifelong dismay–
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it!

If you know of a spot
in the life of a friend,
(We all have such spots concealed,
world without end),
Whose touching his heartstrings
would play on and rend
Till the shame of its showing
no grieving could mend,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it!

If you know anything
that will darken the joy
Of a man or a woman,
a girl or a boy,
That will wipe out a smile
or the least way annoy
A fellow, or cause
any gladness to cloy,
It’s a pretty good plan to forget it!