Life..
its all about taking chances;
about doing something everyone
said you couldn’t do;
its about acting goofy;
its about not caring
what other people think;
its about learning to love
what you have.

Sometimes i weave
my house of rhymes.
Its scents and its noises,
Its people and their voices
are not made of bricks,
but meander well in unision
to conceive a home.

Sometimes I see
your house of stone.
The grandeur and the glory,
the usual multi-story,
stares me across a farm of crop.
But I cant even see
in its mundane backdrop.

Sometimes you stand
in the field outside,
and wonder why
its greener my side.
What cuts out wide,
may not grow deep.
Room by room,
your house is a feat.
But maybe you need
to look within.
Maybe your mansion
is merely an inn.

In times of deciding
And in hiding
Then thing about your qualities
which you use in facilities.

Try to know what is bad
which would help you in tackling which you had
regretting your proud
shouting loud what you achieve in round

In field of fight
among the kite
show your performance
and your intelligence

Don’t show reason
for any season
always fight for your right.

Show you are strong inside
not from outside
you should strong to ignore wrong
and fight with it all long

You are here to fight
without feeling what is sight
other always criticize
but your fighting would recognize
then they would not criticize you as wrong
they would categorize you as soldier fighting long
Do not show why are you,
show what you are………………………………

This poem was written/submitted by Vishal singh.

I was seaching…..
I was lost….
I am mumbling….
I am asking who am i….?
I was in a dark…crying….,shouting…,begging and asking…who m i….?
I’m i still alive….?
No one even cared for me….
I’m longing for someone…
Who can touch me…,
Feel me…,LOVE ME….?
Still no one dares to come….please….WHO AM I ….?

This poem was written/submitted by mirage@mahusay aken 11308.

Why cant i just be me again try to do the best i can
Why cant my mother let go of the pain
Why cant my family see the light
Why cant i try
Why do i get hurt
Why do i have this life i have
I know why god made it and lie is not right
Things happen for a reason
Things come and go and things will hurt
But if you put it in GODS hands it will come our right….

This poem was written/submitted by pooh bear jacinta.

Why?

Why Kiss?
Why Touch?
It’s pointless..
Why Love at all?

Why Smile?
Why Laugh?
It’s useless..
Why be happy at all?

Why eat?
Why sleep?
It’s endless..
Why live at all?

What is it about me to make people hate me?
Is it my personality, my face,
Or my worthless waste of space?

I try my best to fit in, but I know I never will.
Because, try as I might, all this pretending makes me ill.
This sickening society, always pretending, never doing,
Don’t they see that all of this will just lead to their undoing?
This world saddens me so, so miserable yet happy
These contradictions never ending just won’t stop me feeling crappy

So many times I have wished that I would die,
But instead I’m sitting here, and asking myself “Why?”

Why is it that I’m alive, whilst so many people die?
Why is it that people treat me this way,
Just ignoring me as they pass by?
Why must I endure so much pain,
When everyone lives in happiness?

Is it my destiny?
Or is it some sort of sick joke by a sadistic Creator?
To live eternally in misery: as a payment for some unknown sin

Forever, I shall remain, contemplating my existence
Just as many others like me that make up the silence
Where those of us, forgotten, shall linger in the darkness
And forever question why,
A never-ending cry.
Sick with solitude and despair
Waiting to finally die.

This poem was written/submitted by Joel Duran.