joses tirtabudi

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joses tirtabudi Poems

1. Darness Of My Heart 9/22/2011
2. Stuck Thinking Of You 9/22/2011
3. Pieces 9/22/2011
4. Precious Jesus 12/23/2011
5. School 12/23/2011
6. Four In The Fire 12/23/2011
7. Fly 12/23/2011
8. Jonah 12/23/2011
9. Suitcases Don'T Have Wings 12/23/2011
10. To Run And Hide 12/23/2011
11. Who Am I 12/23/2011
12. Squirrel 12/23/2011
13. Sticks And Stones 1/5/2012
14. Till The Walls Crash Down 1/18/2012
15. Supremacy 1/20/2012
16. My Birthday 1/20/2012
17. Anzac 2/5/2012
18. Magic Smile 2/24/2012
19. With My Heart 3/18/2012
20. Maker 3/18/2012
21. This Is Our Hour 3/18/2012
22. Mirror On The Wall 3/18/2012
23. Who I Am 3/18/2012
24. Picture Perfect 3/25/2012
25. Seen And Heard 3/25/2012
26. Leave Them Behind 4/5/2012
27. Blaze Of Glory 4/6/2012
28. Death Of Innocence 4/10/2012
29. Torn Picture 4/13/2012
30. Burnout 4/22/2012
31. Perfect 4/24/2012
32. Crocodile Tears 4/29/2012
33. Love You More 5/2/2012
34. Because They Are There 5/5/2012
35. My Promise 5/6/2012
36. Me 5/12/2012
37. Nothing's Wrong Aka Storms Will Come 5/16/2012
38. Sincere 5/16/2012
39. Almost Right 5/17/2012
40. The Lies In Your Head 5/19/2012
Best Poem of joses tirtabudi

Friends

A friend is one who cares,
Who helps your burdens bear.
True friends brave weather, bad and fair.
Whenever possible, they will be there.
True friends with you will cry,
Comfort you when you sigh,
Rush to aid when trouble is nigh,
And join you in you’re high.
They’ll be there when you’re sad,
Correct you when you’re bad,
Laugh with you when you’re glad,
And there to calm you when you’re mad.
When you somehow go wrong,
They will not carry on and on.
An’ even when you put up such a song,
True friends will listen for however long.
Any ...

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Darness Of My Heart

Quaint little house, oh, so spotless white,
So innocent, clean and pure, bathed in light.
Inside this house, so cosy and fine,
This house is my heart — this house is mine.
Wherever the sunlight touches, quite clean,
But in the dark shadows, demons unseen.
In here lives a tortured man — the real me.
Every day I fight myself — fight to be free.
In here are my thoughts, the gross and vile,

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