Deleted User said 5 years ago:

Here’s my favourite poem ever! Feel free to share yours too:)

IT IS FORBIDDEN

It is forbidden to cry without learning,
to wake up one day not knowing what to do,
to be afraid of your memories.

It is forbidden not to smile at problems,
not to fight for what you want,
to abandon everything because of fear,
not to transform your deams into reality.

It is forbidden not to show your love,
to make someone pay for your debts and your bad mood.

It is forbidden to leave your friends,
not to try to understand what you lived & shared together,
to call them only when you need them.

It is forbidden not to be yourself in public,
to feign with people you don’t care about,
to fake being funny just to make them remember you,
to forget all the people who love you.

It is forbidden not to make things by yourself,
not to believe in God and forge your fate,
to be afraid of life and its engagements,
not to live each day like it was your last.

It is forbidden to miss someone without
cheering, to forget his eyes, his smile,
just because your paths stopped being embraced,
to forget his past and pay it with his present.

It is forbidden not to try to understand people,
to think that their lives are more valuable than yours,
not to know that each person has his own ways and his own happiness.

It is forbidden not to create your history,
not to have a moment for the people who need you,
not to understand that whatever life gives you, it takes it away as well.

It is forbidden not to search for your happiness,
not to live your life with a positive attitude,
not to think that we can be better,
not to feel that, without you, this world wouldn’t be the same. -Pablo Neruda

Deleted User said 4 years, 11 months ago:

This was written by someone here on blah and i just loved it :)

It’s going to hurt
You know this
Logically you understand
There is no physical pain
No major bodily harm
But still
It hurts
You know that the idea of love
Is nothing more than psychology
You know that the heart
Cannot literally break
But still
It hurts
You maintain your composure
While you can
On the outside you may even appear normal
If such a thing exists
But still
It hurts
Your mind will wonder the possibilities
Of what if
Your mind will again use logic
To dictate what was and what should have
been
Logically you understand
There is no Physical Pain
No major bodily harm
But still
It hurts
It’s going to hurt
Because love is very real
It’s going to hurt because
Logic has no place in love
You will hurt
You will waiver
You will struggle
You will try to make sense of something
That has no possible way of making sense
And still it will hurt.
It will hurt until time has passed
Until you can once again find who you are
And not who you are with another person
It will hurt
Because young hearts don’t break
They merely
Scar

Hearmenow said 4 years, 6 months ago:

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun 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 fearful trill
of the 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.

- Maya Angelou