Biography of zarina binda
i have lived in holland until my fifteenth. mostr of those years were good. however my fourteenth uptil seventeen have been a rough ride. events happend that now have made me wiser and a bit more mature in a way i guess.altho i do love acting like a child since i hate growing up and having to face all the troubles and resposibilities live brings me.
I moved to New Zealand together with my parents and my sistser. i am now 18 and love New Zealand and the people living here. it has been a very good change from holland as i find the country stress full with way too many people and not enough space. whereas with beyautyfull new zealand there is plenty of space, the people are more friendly, and there is no snow in winter (yay!)
zarina binda Poems
Like A Flower
Nothing in life Can match the beauty of a flower Its frailness Its softness
I Want To Wake Up
I want to wake up Wake up from reality! I want some on to tell me Tell me this is not the world we live in.
Sowing A Seed
I smile when I'm happy. I do it even in public. I was doing it when a man and his wife came up to me.
Forever Yours (My Love)
There were no witnesses Of what the closed doors conceal That once warm bed of passion Does no longer appeal
Sweet rain Trickling down the drain As I keep writing A poem nice and plain
For a child, the sky is but a hand span away. They touch the moon and stars by doing a run and jump. They are like birds soaring in infinity. Yet, there comes a time when all children land.
There once was a cloud Heavy and burdened. Looking down at the crowd Through smoke and ashes.
A mirror reflects all but lies. Reflects the things Everyone denies. Reflects the way
Its wings are made of raging fire, Its heart is filled with wondering desire. Its song is like no sound you’ve heard. Does not sound like any other bird.
Gentle leafs, Rustling In the evening breeze. Quiet footsteps,
Once There Was A Man
once upon a time there was a man inventing rhyme. a rhyming rythm that can't be found in a book a letter or in the ground.
Faith In Me
If it is my life they want, They’ll have to fight me for it, If it is my freedom they take, I will take it back.
It’s time for me, To take a stand, Leave behind my ever land, Leave behind the Garden of Eden,
Hold me in your arms my love, Keep me safe and warm, I should have seen The war coming I know,
You know the things that I remember
Are spells of grief and spells of anger
The things of pain I cast on you
The kick in the ass with a razor shoe
You touched the things not yours to touch
The cookie jar the sweets and such
How lightly this all might be
It is you my angry eyes see