Biography of Lushan Massri
I was born on June 21 of 1990 as I am sure you know... fairly well. My full name is Lushan Rosette Marie Massri. I am both a poet and a writer. I write boths poems and stories. My first poem written is called 'Your Star'. It is was based off of my crush back in middle school. It was also based off of finding the right person to trust, like, finding THE one, you know? This poem is my favorite because it really expresses how I feel. My feelings for findng the right people to help me and guide me through life. It's hard and you really need to find the right star. :) Well, I think that's it I guess.
My newest poem 'A sisters pain' is based off my little sister Lasarah Massri who died of a heart problem. My other poem 'My Angel' is also based off of her...
Lushan Massri's Works:
I have none yet, but I hope to have a published book soon. :)
Lushan Massri Poems
Maybe someday I'll love you again, Then maybe I won't... My laughs and my smiles. My frowns and my tears...
Your star, miles away That I see. Your bright light calling to me.
A Sisters Pain
I'm hurt okay! I would like to go one day,
As I sleep. As I pray. As I weep. Everyday I know you're there.
Trying To Sleep With A Broken Heart~
I can't sleep. I can't think. When I try, I do cry, I do weep. And you're the reason why, you creep.
The Otherside Of Me
The otherside of me. My alter-ego. The good side of me. Yeah right. I don't think so.
My angel above. My angel below. I get help from you, everywhere I go.
I scream. I shout. I defy. I kick. I scratch. I lie. I'm crazy. I'm psycho.
The One... I Love You...
I search, I look, but I can't find. My love, my all, I can't see. Why?
Trickery Of The Mind~
I see you, I reach out, you disappear. I must be crazy. I must be hallucinating. I dream of you. The memory of you makes it worse.
You Thought You Had Me? !
You thought you had me? ! With a simple hello? !
How Can I Love You?
How can I love you? When you put me through so much? I can't take much more of this, this hate!
Trickery Of The Mind~
I see you, I reach out, you disappear.
I must be crazy.
I must be hallucinating.
I dream of you. The memory of you makes it worse.
When all I do is grieve?
Why did you leave me, only to save me?
You're a dream. A painful memory. A nightmare...
A Trickery Of The Mind.