When Sleep Eludes...

░  The room is silent -

-  The air is still  ░

░  The inner soul is shredded  -

-  With a darkening cloud  ░

░  Energy runs low  -

-  And chest feels tight  ░

░  There's a feeling of doom  -

-  Doesn't know why or what  ░

░  Hopes hide, fear emerges  -

-  What will happen, what does one deserves  ░

 ░ Hands come together in prayers  -

-  Willing the black fog to leave  ░

░  Wanting to see a brightly lit path  -

-  Or even someone waiting  ░

░  But no matter how hard you think  -

-  There's no way out  ░

  ░  All that's left to do  -

-  Is how your head  ░

░  Recall your flaws, wishing not to be dead.  -

*Pagi ni jeles ngan aku, tak nak bagi aku tido. Daripada aku terkebil-kebil macam orang sakit jiwa tunggu tido datang, so baiklah aku terhegeh-hegeh di sini sekejap menghabiskan tenaga yang ada supaya boleh mengumpan tido balik. Anyway tetamu-tetamu sekalian, apa macam lepak kat taman aku yang tak seberapa ni? Kalau best, terimalah kasih tapi kalau tak best salahkan tukang kebun! Haha. Harap korang semua enjoy, kalau enjoy bolehlah menderma, donation box ada di mana-mana ye. Masjid, kedai, McD, depan bank...hehehehe. Oklah, nak gi cari tido balik, main hide and run pulak masa ni. Sebelum tu, tukang kebun aku saja nak pesan kat korang, Be careful of what you choose to do in life. Think more. (Sila baca dengan sound effect yang misteri dari alam mimpi) Apebende lagi, tukang kebun? Oh, tu je. Tukang kebun aku memang suka buat ayat cambest. Tu pasal la kebun aku tak terjaga. Hahahaa...tp kalau suka taman aku ni, sekali lagi time kaseyyyy! Betul cakap tukang kebun tu, ayat tu nampak je simple tapi penting. Hargailah hidup anda. Satu tindakan mampu menghancurkan hidup sekelip mata dan selama-lamanya, walaubagaimanapun walau apa pun (panjangnya huahua) yang terjadi harungilah dengan segenap kekuatan kerana hanya Tuhan yang tahu segala-galanya yang akan terjadi. Walau jatuh tersungkur ke dalam kerak bumi sekalipun pastikan cari balik semangat anda tak kira lah berapa lama nak dapatkan balik. There is always something in this life for everyone. Oklah, walaupun dh nak kul 10 pagi tapi nenek aku paksa aku tido balik ni. Katanya selagi tak pukul 3 petang selagi tu la jangan bangun!!! Haha jual nama nenek lak, just kidding..... (Merangkak balik lam selimut ala siput)

Walk the Line: ~The Street of Life~

Walk the Line: ~The Street of Life~: It's yours,it's mine,it belongs to everyone, created by The Lord with perfect plans, along with tears and happiness, YES!! happiness is wha...

Cerita Keanak-Anakan : Daripada Tak Marah Jadi Marah

Angin bertiup nyaman, sesepoi ikan koi yang berenang-renang ke tepian.

Mon Mon berasa seronok menikmati suasana petang yang damai di apartment barunya. Dia baru berpindah ke Cameron Highland seminggu lepas.

Aahh...sungguh gembira rasa hati..baik gi jalan-jalan, bisik hati kepada tuan.

Mon mengenakan cardigan kuning yang baru dibeli semalam. Memang kuning warna faveretnya. Dalam perjalanan menuruni tangga dia bertembung dengan jirannya, Eri.

   "Hai, Mon, apsal masam je?"
   "Eh, mana ada. Kau dari mana Eri?"
   "Beli lauk..."
   "Ok...aku gi dulu k. Nak jalan-jalan jap."
   "Elok la tu...aku tengok kau macam ada masalah je. Gi la ambil angin tenangkan fikiran."
   "Eh tak la, aku ok je..."

Mon meneruskan perjalanan. Angin segar Cameron tambah menyenangkan. Ramai lagi muka-muka yang tak dikenali di situ, maklumlah ini kali pertama dia keluar berjalan-jalan sejak pindah ke situ. Dalam ramai-ramai tu dia terserempak jugak la dengan Pak Amidamida, tauke kedai runcit dan juga rakan sekerjanya Ros.

Pak Amidamida menegur, "Baru nampak kamu arini, Mon. Tak singgah kedai beli barang?"

   "Tak, Pak Amidada.. eh, Pak Amidamada. .Ami. .Amidi...err...Pak-"
   " -Amidamida la nak. Alzheimer tol kamu ni."
   "Nama pakcik memang stail-stail nama yang buat orang Alzheimer."
   "Nama adik pakcik lagi hebat, leh buat orang biol."
   "Apa nama adik pakcik?"
   "Abioliol."
   "Biol jugak bila dipikir-pikir..."
   "Kan? Ayah pakcik dulu tak pandai nak eja nama Alfonso Albuquequer atau Christopher Columbus-"
   "-sebab tu dia bagi nama biol tu?"
   "Tau takpe. Yang kamu ni kenapa emo semacam ni?"
   "Mane ade, pakcik. Apsal cakap camtu?"
   "Muka emo je. Kamu bengang kan nama pakcik dan adik pakcik hebat-hebat?"
   "Adeh pakcik ni...saya tak emo langsung. Cemburu jauh sekali pakcik. No, no, no..."
   "Takpelah...nama kat IC boleh tukar kan. Sabar ye nak..."
   "Mungkin pakcik tak tau yang betapa saya tengah bersabar sekarang. Boleh saya pergi dulu pakcik?"   
   "Gi la Mon si muka masam..."

Mon Mon mengepal penumbuk. Ikut hati nak je dia jadikan nama Pak Amidamida jadi Abioliol. Meanwhile, Ros pula tengah bersiar-siar juga dengan kawannya...

   "Eh, Mon! Tau plak kau nak cari jalan sampai ke sini eh!"   
   "Yela Ros, kalau tak bila lagi kan."
   "Sorang je ke?"
   "Haah..."
   "Alah kau, ajak la sapa-sapa teman. Senyum banyak sikit, kau upah anjing tulang dinasour pun dia tak nak kalau tengok muka kau macam susu."
   "Susu...?"
   "Masam."
   "Fine."

Mon berlalu pergi dengan aura yang panas lagi membahang. Dingin di tanah tinggi tidak mampu menyejukkan hatinya lagi. Elok-elok mood tengah baik jadi mood nak fire ala otromen sekelian penduduk kampung yang ada.

Sebulan berlalu...

Dua bulan...

Tiga bulan...

Empat...

5 ...

Mon tepon kakaknya. "Kak, saya nak pindah."
   
   "Nape plak?"
   "Saya give up la. Muke saya garang sangat ke? "
   "Takla, cuma..."
   "Cuma?"
   "Masam."
   "Eii...ni mau kene pelempang premium ni...."
   "Dik, muka kita memang masam...maafkan akak sebab tak bagitau awal-awal..."
   "Ape kakak cakap ni?"
   "Nama sebenar kau Lemon. Nama akak pulak Limau."

Dan muka Mon menjadi masam semasam masamnya....... (T_T)



P/s : Tau...crita ni memang bangang....terimalah hakikat ye. ;]

~ Seasonal Dreams With You ~

 

When summer comes, we will walk together down the beach

To watch the small waves reach the sandy shore and wet our feet

And indulge in warm seawater where big, strong waves splash over us

Feeling the freedom at heart and all worries swept away as the sun sets

Building up courage to face tomorrow together.

When autumn comes, in our long coats we shall stroll down the streets

To watch the world and its beauty within the grey skies and the fallen leaves

Continuing the easy strides in the wood, all yellow and red and brown

Knowing how green it would be again when the time comes

Like our hopes, renewed each day and our relationship gets better in every way

When winter comes, we sit by the fireplace, warmed and comforted from the cold

Silent as the night might be and so white the falling snow makes the world outside

But inside, we talk meaningful conversation, the glow of the fire on our faces

Accepting the opportunities as a rare gift, a big loss to pass it by

The lessons we learn from each other walk each step with us in life, till we die

  

When spring comes, we celebrate the joy fresh little flowers bring with them

Emerging everywhere, putting a smile in every faces we see

Stirring up emotions in many hearts, making the challenges of life bearable

And each new day will be welcomed with open hands and broader perspectives

In new light we will see things, making us more positive

♥ With you, my life settles in full view
♥ And from all the obstacles and hindrances that come my way
♥ You teach me not to withdraw
♥ I would not, because though you are no angel and as you said
♥ That everyone is not perfect
♥ You are still part of my strength and no matter how well i can swim
♥ When i suffer cramps you will be there as my buoy
♥ And so, while with you my life settles in full view
♥ Without you, it crumbles to pieces and it may take an eternity before I heal...

Effects of Love

    A tug at the corner of the beating heart   

    A rise of adrenaline    

    A surge of endorphine   

    Life felt better   

    Ordinary flowers look prettier   

    A smile for the enemy   

    Even a helping hand, maybe?   

    A little skip in every step   

    Ready to take on any crap   

    Savoring the buoyant feeling   

    Wondering about the ending   

    Then think, while all this lasts   

Just for a moment, I could let go of the past

And live for the present, aiming for the future

For all the pain and hurt I bear,

I've finally found my cure...

Kasih sayang mampu menghasilkan suatu kehebatan yang tidak dijangka dalam diri kita, tapi juga mampu membuat kita bertindak dalam super kebodohan. Yang sakitnya, masing-masing saling menyayangi tetapi aku tidak mampu menunjukkan dan membuat kamu percaya yang hati ini menganggap kamu lah yang terbaik. Dan mungkin itulah juga yang kamu kesalkan dalam hubungan kamu dengannya. Aku memandang kamu dan kamu masih memandang kepadanya. Aku membiarkan kerana aku faham, dalam masa yang sama aku memaki diri kerana kelemahan yang aku miliki menjadikan aku tidak mampu membuat kamu percaya pada apa yang ada dalam diri aku untuk kamu.

 - Why can't you understand that you are worthy of me? -

- Instead, I might be the one unworthy of you. -

Dance Of The Silence - Story Pt. 2

~Continued from . . . Dance Of The Silence - Story Pt. 1 with the poem Dance Of The Silence .~

         BANG! Belle's desks now lay on its side, a few meters away. Now Dianna and her group looked frightened. They all backed a few steps back, one for each step forward that Belle took. Belle then crouched down like a predator, ready to spring onto its victim. Giving enough time for the girls to wonder what she was going to do, she jumped as high as she can and clawed the air. Her long hair flied up in all directions and covered half her face.  "GROOOARRRR . . . !!!"

        "AAAAHHHH . . . !!!" Girlish screams filled the corridor. All The Poppies' members ran helter-skelter in all directions. Some slipped and fell before scrambling up again, including, as Belle had noted with satisfaction, their arrogant leader, Dianna. Belle had been able to jump and claw air for only a few meters when she collapsed on the floor laughing, unable to 'roar' anymore. Eyes wet with tears of laughter, she got up and set about restoring her desk and stuff to its original position. Exhausted and still giddy from her impressive performance,  Belle took her juice-stained poem and read it again.

  "The performance that only few can see through . . ."

         Belle laughed again. "Oh God , what a day . . ." She slung her bag over her shoulder, then switched off the fan before leaving the classroom. 

* * * * * * * * * * *

           Tanya giggled. What a story! She really felt like she could use it.

  "Tanya! What are you laughing at?"

         The sound of Miss Higgins' voice startled her. Luckily the recess bell rang and saved her from being interrogated by that strict and grumpy woman. However, Tanya's ordeal was not over yet. A group of seven girls crowded around her table. They were the girls from tenth grade, who often bully juniors into giving them money. The few students who chose to stay in class during that recess just looked on, nervous and curious.

  "Okay, kid. How much have you got today?"

            "Have you come across this book?" Tanya's sudden question puzzled the leader.

  "What? Why bother to read a stupid notebook? Are you trying to stall time? Hand over your money!"

           Tanya glanced at the red-haired girl sitting at the front corner of the class. She was watching them, and suddenly she nodded at Tanya with a secretive smile.

            At seeing that, Tanya smiled to herself. Then she lowered her sorry face and said in a timid voice , "No, please don't shout. I . . . I will give my money." However, Tanya did not reach into her pocket but slumped further into her chair and and lowered her head down as much as she could.

  "What are you doing, you imbecile?! Where's the mon- "

         The big bully was yelling at Tanya's slumped body and she had barely managed to finish her sentence when . . . "SHUT UP!!!" Tanya yelled directly to her face, causing her to stagger and stumbled backwards, crashing into her friends. They didn't catch her, and she landed on the floor. Traces of spit shone on her stunned expression.

             The redhead leaned her back against the wall, smiling . She watched as the drama unfolded before her eyes, not caring the teeniest bit about her notebook which fell on the floor when Tanya overturned her desk with a fierce growl . . .

- THE END -

          

Cerita Keanak-anakan : Kesian Zira Yang Suka Mengendap

          Zira mengunyah saladnya dengan muka yang monyok. Bulu matanya yang lebat melindungi matanya yang kemerahan. Hari ini dia terasa amat teramat ahmad sedih. Apa pun dirasakan tidak mampu untuk menggembirakannya, termasuklah bebuah yang ibunya hulurkan sebentar tadi.

            "Zira, kenapa muncung ni? Kalau leh tahan muncung tu 3 jam, elok gak, boleh ibu jemur daun salad jap, wat ala salai untuk dinner malam ni." Puan Ifah menegur anaknya. Zira semakin bengang. Dia mencapai lebih banyak salad dan mengunyah dengan geram. Geleng kepala Puan Ifah menengok. "Kamu ni, udah2 la makan tu. Kang tercekik leher tu baru tau."

  "Ibu ni, macam tak paham. Zira geram sebab kawan-kawan Zira semua mengata Zira. Dari dulu lagi kalau Zira lalu tepi pagar umah dorg ke ataupun kalau dorang tengah tulis diari Zira lalu kt tepi mesti dorang tuduh Zira mengendap. Benci la! Zira x buat pape pun, lalu je pun! Lagi teruk, kat sekolah kalau buat kerja sekolah atau ujian, semua jeling-jeling kat Zira. Tonyoh salad dalam mata baru tau!"

              Puan Ifah menjeling tajam. "Kamu Zira kalau cakap ayat-ayat kasar macam tu lagi biar ibu je yang tonyoh salad dalam mata kamu." Terdiam Zira. Airmatanya mula tumpah. Puan Ifah menyambung lagi. "Sabar la, ibu dulu pun pernah dimarah oleh kawan-kawan jugak. Budak-budak memang macam tu. Bila dah besar xde pulak kawan-kawan ibu nak kutuk ibu. Masing-masing dah besar, dah reti bahase. Gitu jugak kawan-kawan Zira, lama-lama nanti okey la."

                Zira mengerutkan muka. Hatinya membuak-buak memberontak. "Tapi bu, selalu sangat dorang buat mcam tu." 

  "Biarla...Zira buat la tak tau je."

  "Zira sakit hati sangat bu. Dorang asyik ejek, Zira ngendap, Zira ngendap...amende gitu??"

  "Alah sayang, berapa kali ibu nak terangkan...dorang memang gitu. Lagi Zira layan, lagi menjadi."

  "Zira tak kire! Kalau dorang ejek lagi Zira nak sepak sekor2!"

  "Zira! Ibu tak ajar kamu berkasar cenggitu hokey!"

  "Ah! Ibu memang sengaja xnak paham! Zira nk blasah sape2 yang ejek Zira!"

  "Kamu ni, sedarla sikit, berapa kali ibu nak cakap-....!"

  "Cakap mende hah? Ibu asik nak backing dorang je!!"

             Sebutir pelempang hinggap di bahu Zira. Meraung-raung Zira merajuk. "Nape ibu pelempang bahu Zira??! Salah ke Zira nak pertahankan diri Zira??"

"Amekaw...menyampuk lagi mase ibu membebel! Ibu pelempang bahu kamu sebab tangan ibu tak sampai nk high-five muke kamu! Anak bertuah tol, kamu tu Zirafah!! Leher panjang, yang kamu terjenguk-jenguk sangat kalau berjalan tu buat hape??? Ibu ajar dah kan, angkat kepala, jangan tunduk2, nti orang kata kamu mengintai perbuatan dorang. Tu la, degil, kan dah kena. Nasib baik tangan ibu pendek dan leher kamu panjang! Paham!"

Dance Of The Silence

Hard, mysterious, dark and deep
Is the silence ...

Who shall heal the hurt?
Who shall soothe the pain?
Who can make the silence speak?
And give comfort to the person in need
Who will restore the faith?
Just who, can break the silence
And calm the wave of turbulence in the deepest depth of heart?

In my corner of sanctuary, I shall dance
Bringing my silence to life, or rather, it's life to the verge of death
With the quill in my hand
Dance, until the tip bend

Dances of the silence
Are a mixture of emotions
They weave their moves between words and actions
The performance that only few can see through.

My dances of silence,
Who can grasp the meanings within?

*Note : Sebenarnya aku tulis mendalah ni bersama sebuah crita pendek. Jadi kalau nak baca cerita pendek itu, sila eksesais jari telunjuk anda yang chomel itu untuk klik → Dance Of The Silence - Story Pt. 1 ← This way, please, for the short story that follows!

Dance Of The Silence - Story Pt. 1

"Whoo, what's our Dumbie got here?"

        Belle jumped. She hadn't noticed Dianna and her gang entering the class. They called themselves The Poppies, the name Poppies coming from the word 'popular'. Meaning, The Popular Ones. Ugh! Belle thought. Popular, indeed. What with all their bullying and cheap publicity, they called themselves The Poppies? Haha, suit them well. What a stupid name!

      For the fourth time in the week, Dianna deliberately spilled her orange juice on Belle's papers. "Omigod, Dumbie. I did it again..oops." This was followed by laughter from the rest of the gang. Belle, who was clearly horrified, couldn't bring herself to speak. The room was then momentarily silent. No other students were around. It's already the end of the school period.

  "What do you think you were doing, you complete MORON?!"

         Belle couldn't contain her anger. She had been very patient with them ever since they waged the war against her starting early this week, all because she refused to join their group. Her refusal was like a hard slap in the face for Dianna, the group leader.

       "I'm ruining your work, Dumbass. That's what you got for defying The Poppies. Right, guys?" Dianna's followers all answered in unison, a loud and unconvincing chorus of 'Yeah.' "What are you going to do, squeal on us, coward?" Dianna smiled smugly. Just now she was quite taken aback by Belle's outburst. However, she managed to regain composure. She couldn't allow herself to lose face in front of her peers, could she?

         Belle was glaring at each and every member of The Poppies, all of whom were standing in front of her. Some looked nervous, some as smug and gangly as Dianna. She realized that not all are willing to join the group, some were probably forced into it, just like what they are doing to her now. She decided it was time for a payback.

         She made a pathetic face, looking down on the floor as though she was really sorry. Dianna, who was fearing another outburst from the girl, began to relax when she saw the defeated expression. She leaned on the table with both hands, nearing her face to Belle's. "How you feelin', Dumbie? Ready to join? Signing up ensures lots of privilege, you know...just ask them." Dianna cocked her head to the group behind her. Belle appeared to be thinking, looking anywhere but Dianna's face. Suddenly...

  "BACK OFF, A**HOLE!!!"

         Dianna fell backwards, and would have landed on the floor if not for her friends who quickly caught her body. Her face was pale and her body shook a little. "Ha ha ha!" Belle laughed, the loudest that she can. "HA HA HA!!" The room rang and echoed with her laughter. Pounding on the table, she sat on her chair and continued her act for a few more seconds. It wasn't that hard, considering how funny Dianna had looked, thrown backwards like that.

            As sudden as anything, Belle sprang up from her chair and abruptly stopped laughing. The Poppies all backed an inch, including Dianna, who was still leaning against and supported by some of the girls. Putting on a malicious expression, Belle spoke with an eeriely hoarse voice. "I was hoping that you mess with me today, Dianna . . ."

- To be continued -

In Dance Of The Silence - Story Pt. 2

I Just Want To Hibernate

~A TEMPORARY RETREAT...~

t h e  w o r l d  c o u l d  b e  m a d e  o f  d a r k e r  c o l o u r s 

 i t  s e e m s  a t  t h e  m o m e n t 

 t h e  f e e l i n g s  a r e  w e i g h i n g  m e  d o w n 

 i t' s  a  w o n d e r 
 t h a t  i  d o n' t  c r u m b l e  f r o m  t h e  b u r d e n 

 i t' s  n o t  t h a t  i  g i v e  u p  o n  l i f e 

 i  j u s t  w a n t  t o  h i b e r n a t e 

 g o i n g  i n t o  a  d e e p e r  s t a t e  o f  m i n d 

 w h e r e  i  d o n' t  h a v e  t o  t h i n k 

 a n d  r e g u l a r l y  r o b b e d  m o m e n t a r i l y 

 o f  i n n e r  p e a c e  b y  s o m e t h i n g 

 t h o u g h  i  h o p e  t h e  r e s p o n s i b i t i e s  i  c a r r y 

 s h a p e  u p  a  b e t t e r  m e 

 s o m e t i m e s  i  f e e l  t i r e d 

 i  j u s t  w a n t  t o  h i b e r n a t e 

 i  k n o w,  i' m  b l e s s e d  t o  h a v e  a  s e n s i t i v e  h e a r t 

 t h a t  c o u l d  f e e l  p a i n  a n d  j o y 

 m o r e  t h a n  s o m e  o t h e r s 

 b u t  w h e n  i t  f e e l s  e m p t y 

 i t  g r i p s  s o  h a r d 
 t h a t  i  w a n t  t o  b e  r i d  o f  m y  g u t 

 c a u s e  t h a t' s  w h e r e 

 i t  e n v e l o p s  t h e  s t r o n g e s t 

 t h a t  i  j u s t  w a n t  t o  h i b e r n a t e 

 i  w a n t  t o  s t o p  b r e a t h i n g 

 i  w a n t  t o  s t o p  t h i n k i n g 

 t o  g o  b a c k  t o  t h e  p u r e r  m e 

 w i t h  l e s s  g u i l t  a n d  h a t e 

 w i t h  m o r e  i n n o c e n c e 

 i n  m y  h e a r t  a n d  m y  h e a d 

 s i m p l y  p u t,  i  j us t  w a n t  t o  h i b e r n a t e. 

Friendship/ Relationship In Terms Of Colors!

CALM BLUE. Like pond's water surface, it ripples...but eventually it will become still again, only ripples slightly when the wind blows. Or when the fishes play around. Like when we argue, sometimes we feel the heat. But the bond binds us back together, cool as ice. For us, the sky will be as blue as it can ever be. People may be scattered all around the world, but they are always looking up at the same sky. There's a bond that forms between them. And it's not a bit different from ours. It's a matter of heart. ~Jauh di mata, dekat di hati.~

EVERGREEN is what our friendship will be in life. Evergreen is what the life we went through together will be in this world. Evergreen is what our memories will be in our mind. Evergreen is what we'll be at heart. Hope we may never feel too old to be young at heart, never be too young to accept the responsibilities and grab all the opportunities to prove the extent of our capabilities. We are flexible. What life throws at us , we catch, we bend it like Beckham and give back to life what we took from it. Though we sometimes can't. Just being thankful, however, and appreciate what we have is enough. Because if we don't, we haven't learned from life. ~How can you give back someone's belongings if you haven't taken or borrowed from them?~

ORANGES can be quite sour but Sunkists can be quite sweet. This : a new peribahasa =). Together we have gone through many tears and laughter, I've never been so free as when I'm with you all. Orange potrays the zest of life! Orange is the color of wackiness. We, possess the orange 'aura', reflected when we go crazy around each other. Need not worry of what people might think. One of ou specialty. ~Remember when during English classes there are "Introduce yourself, tell me your name, where you come from...blah blah yadda yadda...what is your specialty?"~

BLACK. Elegance. Classical. Each one of us has his or her own unique qualities that set him or her apart from the others, yet strong enough to keep us together. We don't have symmetrical dipole moments (sorry guys, it's chem time! And actually now, I can't remember what symmetrical dipole means. Yup, distant matriculation memories ;D) We don't cancel out each other (Now that's a clue!). Like they said, opposites attract. Differences are the thing that spice up our lives. Differences create elegance, black radiates strength. Black is classic. Let our story become a kind of classic tale that will be alive forever. ~An epitome of cherished Friendship.~

ENTHUSIASM, energy and high spirits! Everything anyone, you, I can possess! To be correct, just possess, no 'can'. Just waiting to be let off the leash, to have a lunge at life. To explore and discover the life it holds within. Red has kind of become our color. Just relive the moments we experienced together. Maybe the picnics? Or a photo session together? Red. Always on the go. Never give up. Never losing hope and faith in life. ~At least one red shirt in your wardrobe.~

YELLOW is a portion of golden. Gold is very valuable, but not when it comes to friendship. The relationship we created together means a lot to us, and I guess we all know that, though not all realize it. Human have a tendency to forget. Yellow is in autumn, when the  wood flashes a mix of golden, brown, red... and the world are grey and cold. Telling all that winter's coming. These can picture the obstacles of life. But try to remember that, as cold it may be, the whiteness of snow can cheer up many, especially when it's Christmas. ~Then, a season full of color and hope, spring, arrives.~

Lost?

One girl, walking alone

Chilled to the bone

In the rain she got astray

Lost, and reached nowhere

She stumbled over a rock

And dirty puddles stained her clothes

But she couldn't care less

There are other things that she detests

She braved the weather

With admirable determination

With no umbrella nor a raincoat

To keep her dry

What could she possibly be looking for?

A lost cat?

Surely not that.

From afar she saw lights

A smile formed on her lips

Her steps grew bigger

She ran so fast, she nearly slipped

She went up to the pleasant-faced woman

To ask for directions

Ma'am, I'm a newcomer here

And please, there's something I wanna know

Do you know the way to the nearest ice cream store?

~ Thank You ~

True companions make life's hardships easier to navigate

  Heartfelt thanks 

  Bearable days are endurable 

  F♥r y♥ur sense of hum♥r 

  F♥r y♥ur brief c♥mpani♥n 

  F♥r the laughter 

  F♥r things that g♥t better 

  F♥r every m♥tivati♥n 

  F♥r the smiles, sudden, every n♥w and then 

  Bursts of inspirati♥n 

  F♥r everything w♥rth remembering 

  In life, and in dreams.  

Heartfelt thanks Bearable days are endurable F♥r y♥ur sense of hum♥r F♥r y♥ur brief c♥mpani♥n F♥r the laughter F♥r things that g♥t better F♥r every m♥tivati♥n F♥r the smiles, sudden, every n♥w and then Bursts of inspirati♥n F♥r everything w♥rth remembering In life, and in dreams.

These Torturous Feelings That You Don't Understand

'We all experience sorrow in our lives...there were times when it got too much and sometimes we wonder, how did I manage to get thru that?'

        You can't think of anything other than wanting to scream      

      To have a fit, to smash everything you can get your hands on    

                    To stomp until your bones crack                   

                    To punch until your fists bleed                   

         An urge to destroy so powerful it reaches out to evil        

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                   But you can only sit down and cry                  

                      Mourn the pain in your soul                     

                   Not knowing why you feel that way                  

                    Afraid of becoming a bad person                   

                       A time bomb in your heart                      

                        A grief so unfathomable                       

        You even tried sitting motionless to stop from hurting        

                     And end up crying even harder                    

                You wish someone would come and save you              

                    Stop the sorrow from killing you                  

              Stay with you and hear what you want to say             

   Soothe the crippling cold fire and keep you from wondering astray  

                  You pray, you did, for self control                 

            For the life-saving smiles when patience is poor          

                  Until you find that you've recovered                

                The deadly fire that burned became ashes              

                      Feeling subdued and defeated                    

                         Too tired to care                            

                Thinking maybe this is your way to heal               

                             Then it starts                           

                             All over again                           

         These torturous feelings that you don't understand...        

Something To Ponder, Something To Pray Of

There are some things that I grumble about
Without realizing that there are things that I should be thankful for
I complain about homework and assignments
And forget that how some people are denied the luxury of education
I cried at small, simple, hurtful things
Not remembering how easy it is to laugh and how often it has happened
I am afraid and could not bother to grab opportunities
Forgetting that sometimes it comes along without the need for me to seek
And if I dare to face it I might've succeeded, like the last time
I ponder over the bad
When I have the good, the caring and the sweet by my side
There are countries and generations that live with wars and colonization
I am just fortunate to be neither one of them
I won't be able to see all the goodness in my daily life
But I hope I don't see all the bad lights and the downsides of it either
I love having fun all the time and stay jovial
But would it blind me from responsibilities and consequences?
I will be careful in finding a soul mate
But I hope to be carefree enough to be able to notice the right one
I go through insecurities and pessimism
Which I hope to be countered with adequate confidence and optimism
I am happy to be offered with help and generosity
And I want to be just as happy when offering them to someone else
I might stray off the right track or curse a mishap
So I pray to God to keep me on path and remind me to count my blessings
To keep embedded in my thoughts and my mind, this :

" God watches over us, always. "