Allegory Poems (898)

Thanks everyone

Trust no one ..Believe in yourself .. Believe in your strength
Do not believe in any one else .. So not give people your trust
Maybe you can not deal with things all alone .. But forgone all your memories
And remember one thing I am the only one who can protect me from me
No one will know exactly what is in you .. Even how truly you feel
They will just show their cooperation with you .. But no one will always be with you
People do not stand by your side or even listen to you .. Unless they need a favor from you
Even when you talk to them .. Explaining all your pain .. You may find them listening to you and trying to help .. But from the deep of themselves they just see you as if you are no body talking .. Or they say that all what you are saying is meaning less ..
You can understand yourself more than any one else
You can help your self more than anybody's help
Live for yourself .. Not for anybody else
Believe me that is a truth ..
by Mia

Joey likes his poetry
he named his cat Orion
'cause he likes the name
Orion sells balloons all day now
on the portside by the motorway
But they were both born on a
Summer's day
when the New York Times said
"God is dead..."
And we all will sing~
He'll always be named Joe...

Double Face ... I know you, you are the one, the one with the double-face.
· You,who can let others believing all what you say without any doubt.
· You, who can get what you want from them without moving from your place.
· You, who can set up your own borders & behave as if in between there's no space.
· You, who can bet no one can reveal your secret or see your real face.
· You, who can wet his eyes easily with fake tears to pretend he's in a bad case.
· You, who can vet others to make use of weak points & follow their trace .
· You, who can let yourself grieving others without even thinking about.
· I know you, you are the one, theone I really want to deface..

You do like me or not at all,But cant stop to love thee....
You must be proud for self,Must seen lot of like same been.
But not Thee ask all to love,My heart all folly,breath for....
But why do will care you all,Must find lot thine beauty Whore.

But from where will hire feel,Its not found open in all....
And only love is the way for,You can walk proud with Tall.
But why you still awaits all,If its same as of with Mine....
And never will like days for,Love without,sip tears as wine.

All was set too far from,Thou love given new Alive....
And thee cant found wounds,By whom and which knives.
But only thee love can put,And things all with Same....
At last found in thou all,Why been here i all came.

But regrets still found thee,And same ask hide past....
And by all mean still go with,All not same,in world vast.
But was wrong with feel same,Each one try to hold Neck....
And was all set leave all hope,Thought of thou brought back.

Memories of what was meant to be,
Would not have been,
Had it not become,
The way it became.


Memories of what is to be,
Would not become,
Had not it been,
The way it should be.

"Down on your knees you crazy fool
Beg and plead for mercy
To save your pitiful wretched self
You must indulge my fancy"

"Ha ha" laughed the wise old man
Shaking his ancient head
"You cannot kill Oh Mighty King
Someone who's always dead"

"Dead? Why then this nonsense from your mouth
Is piercing my ear
And that miserable image of yourself
I see so crystal clear?"

"Don't be deceived, Oh Great King
By beliefs you hold so dear
Truth is only part of what you see
None of that you hear"

The king stood up and raised his sword
Immersed in a spiteful rage
First he will have the last word
Then slay the mindless sage

He searched for weakness, doubt and fear
Deep into the old man’s eyes
But what he saw disturbed his soul
And triggered his demise

He saw the joyful innocence
Of compassion dressed in grace
In contrast to the dark reflection
Of his own brutal face

Tears stormed on the desert sand
As his might fled on deplete
He fell humble on his knees
And kissed the old man’s feet.
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you can acting like a clown in this world but one day your mask will go down under and then you see yourself whit a empty face the world sit full whit clowns like you

On Being Yourself- author unknown
You must learn that you cannot be loved by all people You can be the finest apple in the world - ripe, juicy, sweet, succulent - and offer yourself to all. But you must remember that there will be people who do not like apples. You must understand that if you are the world's finest apple, and someone you love does not like apples, you have the choice of becoming a banana. But you must be warned that if you choose to become a banana you will be a second-rate banana. But you can always be the finest apple. You must also realise that if you choose to be a second-rate banana. There will be people who do not like bananas. Furthermore, You can spend your life trying to become the best banana - which is impossible if you are an apple - or you can seek again to be the finest apple

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