My Poems On Life part2 - What is life? - Poetry - http://maxpages.com/myxsoul/My_Poems_On_Life

These are my words i live by

When your life is down, you wonder around and think of where you went wrong.
Though time will tell through this empty spell, and you learn that life goes on.
The love you find will come in time, and that is without no doubt.
You will overcome those fears with the joyous tears, then you learn what your life is about
Love is something that is hard to find, but dont give up on fate.
For your wants and needs will fulfill your dreams, when you heart has opene that gate.
Love and life is a beautiful things so hold on to what you find, because what you've found wont come around until you open your heart and mind.
Love is special and love is true, on this earth it will always be.
Though there's lots of hate that has accumilate,
be strong with the life you lead.

My life

My life seems like
A passing storm
For a brief moment
I'm all that matters
But shortly thereafter
I'm just a cloud
That's served its purpose

Soon nobody remembers
What I did for them
Only do they concentrate
How I hurt them
If only for a moment
They'd stop and think
How they've all benefitted
From someone as simple as me.

You R These Things To Me

The rise of the early morning sun. Watching it as it plays a silent silouette, of beauty. Soft flicker of a burning candle, which brings forth it's elegance, truly. Listening to the sound of mystical melody the rain plays. "You R These Things To Me" The bright glow from the moon, which brings forth strength of light. Stillness in the darkness silent, yet
powerful, that springs forth night. All the stars fulfilling wishes of the galaxies. "You R These Things To Me"

Cheating the heart

Why the hell did you care?
It wasn't your heart breaking.
Feel no pity,
For I felt none for you.
I started this all,
When you were at work.
So you decided to wait.
Doesn't mean I didn't deserve it.
I confess and take all blame.
I would say take it one day at a time.
But hell is there a choice for two at a time?
My words pierce like razors.
As your ,dull, slowly hurts.
Mine cutting you with intension.
Yours banging with a blindfold.
You kiss my sores,
And appoligize.
Please don't do that.
For I truly don't deserve it.

Adam Wolbransky
Philadelphia	Pa.
USA
E-mail me!
TwistedDreams42o@aol.com

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