Trail

We sat in the dark and talked,
The wind blowing in our hair,
Had a drink or two and we started,
Telling each other our deepest secrets.

Facing the crowds with a charge,
A room full with juries and a judge,
Staring me in those chains when i swore,
On the Holy Book to tell nothing but the truth.

I commited this crime over and over again,
I'm addicted to it just like drugs,
Facing the juries, my heartbeats faster,
I promise, i'll never do it again.

All my hope and dreams destroyed,
You said we could be beset friend,
That was the biggest relieve that i had,
When we decided to forgive and forget.

"All rise" and everyone stood up,
I felt naked, when all eyes fall on me,
"Guilty!!" , was my charge and i was sentence,
I looked back, crying because of you.

Why do i feel that our friendship is on trail?
So many juries needed for such a small case,
I don't need then to decide for me, do you?
Tell me, what am i guilty of?

Shit Happen

I'm back in my campus, obviously.When i reached my hostel on 29th December, i found out that i was transfered to another hostel. I do not know which room and i do not have any keys.This means that i am left stranded in my own campus. Leaving home was always sad for me and when i got back here, i found out i have no place to stay.I broke into tears and all i could do is cry.I did not know where i would sleep as i was carrying my laptop, my back pack and my big suitcase.
Luckily, my friend's fcae came in mind.I called her and i stayed in her room, another hostel.I dragged everything to her room.Along the way, i called mum and dad and instead of talking, i was just crying non stop. I hardly sleep that night because i'm worried about mu suitcase and the things in the store. I sms my coursemate and she agreed to help me with the suitcase that was in my friend's room.
After class the next day, we went and took the suitcase and the laptop to the hostel that i am place in. The place is old but the room is bigger and it got a two lifts (no more carrying the suitcase). What sucks the most is that there is no connection in the room and no proper place to dry my clothes.
For the past four nights, i slept without a pillow due to the person taking the store key was off duty.I only manage to get the rest of my items from the store from the old hostel. Thank God, my friend helped me with the suitcase and me, carrying a big black bag up the hill to my new place. It was tiring but what can i do?It is already the last semester but i do hope that i have a good roomie. One thing i know is that it is nearer to class, there is a grocery shop right downstairs and more choice of food in this cafe.
Luckily, i got over it and tonight is the first night i will be sleeping with a pillow. I can get a proper sleep now but before that 'shit happens'...

Alone again

Years ago, this time, this date I thought,
I would have given it all away,
I made believe that I would have someone,
Snap back in reality, alone again.

In dreams of a far away place,
There is someone perfect out there,
Someone that is a heroic figure,
Someone that I could call mine.

We would spend most of our time together,
We would swim in the deep blue sea,
Maybe we would fight and make up,
All that is just my dream.

I know that it is not real,
Maybe not yet or never going to happen,
It is all my desire and wild imagination,
I know because I am alone again.

I go to bed and wake up all alone,
We never ever spend some time together,
When I laugh or cry, when I cut or bleed,
I turn around to find that I am alone again.

No hero to save me from my wicked tower,
No lips to kiss and taste the breathe of life,
No hands to hold when there is fear,
When I look for one, I am alone again.

I dare not think of what years might bring,
Maybe my wild imagination will come true,
Then, I will dare to dream and believe,
Maybe, I will always be alone again.

If the world ends tomorrow

If the world ends tomorrow,
Maybe I will not be drown in sorrow,
Apart of me might be glad,
Know that I am good without a lad.

There will be no worries for me,
Everything will start to clear up for me,
I do not have to think about the future,
Do not need to be any more mature.

If the world ends tomorrow,
There is no need for a bone marrow,
I will live healthy with a smile,
I might be glad that I will run a mile.

I do not have to look around and feel sad,
Maybe I will skip and feel glad,
No stab of jealousy for couples in the park,
No need for a lad to make my life spark.

If the world ends tomorrow,
There is nothing I would borrow,
No books, no pencils scattered on the table,
Do not need to make my life stable.

Money would finally mean nothing anymore,
When everyone walk into that door,
There and then, my life would just end,
So will my worries and my pain.

If the world end tomorrow,
I will have my last ride on the burrow,
Giggling again like a little child,
Release me into the wild.

I would lay on the bed with my eyes close,
No more nightmares, no more foes,
I would pray for wishing for this sorrow,
If only tomorrow the world could end.

Life and Death

"Just kill me now," she begged while they were talking. It had been weeks that he saw her feeling so down. They were on the park bench facing the lake. He looked at her and noticed that she had been crying. There was only silence after that sentence. He did not know what to say to make her pain go away.
Murray and Chrissa knew each other in High School. She felt the sense of belonging when they are together. They fell in love and out of love because they are always fighting as a couple. The only became best friends and promised to be with wach other. That lake is the lake that they will go to talk out their problem.
"What is the matter?" he asked breaking the silence. "I don't know anymore, Murray" she answered. "Life is somehow not worth living", she cried. It may be true as her parents just divorced and she was fired doing the thing that she like best. Murray just said, "It is all right" and huged her.
"Just be patience. You will find work again. I am sure that your parents still loves you," stated Murray caressing her soft brown hair. She appologized for crying on his shirt. There they were and she do not understand why after being married for 45 years, her parents are still getting a divirce. Do they really want to spend time alone until they die? Murray opened his bag and passed a beer to her.
When evening fall there was no conversation at all. Chrissa is in her own world and Murray is just there to show his support. All that Chrissa need was time to clear her head. "Let's go home", she said when the night fall. Their walk home was busied with thoughts about love and love. "Just call me and know that i love you, "said Murray before heading to another way.
That was the last time he saw Chrissa. After their day in the park, Chrissa was found unconscious. When Murrau heard the news, he rushed to the hospital to be with her. On the second morning in the hospital, she woke up and told Murray that she love him and asked him to get some lunch. When Murray came back, she slipped into a coma and that night, she passed away.
Doctors concluded that her heart failed and all these years, only Chrissa knew what was going on. Murray was killed a year later in a car crash and his last word was, "I can see her". It is scary to think about life and death. You may spend time with your friends or your love ones and the next thing you know, they are dead. Appriciate them before it is too late.

Fool

I have heard the same words over again,
Waiting on the other line for me to reply,
I felt so empty and wrong,
I know that I have to be strong.

I tried to moved on but I always look back,
Wishing that I never pack,
When I think that I am strong again,
You called and it feels like no end.

Was I a fool to fall for you?
Was it me or is it you?
Who is at lost here?
Whose heart that is not here?

You called on the line and I let it ring,
Apart of me wanted to sing,
Apart of me want to cry,
All this time I am still asking why.

I longed for you when I am lonely,
I want you to be mine only,
Someone that will wait on me,
But, you cannot see.

I thought that life would be different,
I was wrong because I cried, often,
Thinking that I would start celebrating Valentine,
What a fool to have this thought.

Sick and tired of being all alone,
I want someone to make me feel wanted,
I want to feel that I belong to someone,
I was a fool to fall for you,
A fool to pick up the phone,
After you hang up,
I feel so lonely and drowned myself in tears.

I will still know

Like a broken chair caught in the rain,
In the front yard waiting to be rescue,
Maybe a carpenter who could fix it,
Maybe then, there will be a place of belonging.

There it was for days and nights,
Paraded to the public with its ugliness,
It was once a beautiful piece of furniture,
After all these years, it loses its beauty.

If you were caught in my rain,
I would shelter you with my umbrella,
You know that you are always welcome,
All you have to do is call my name.

I would not leave you to bleed if you fall,
I will bring the first aid to mend your wound,
That is how a friend should be,
Always there, especially when you fall.

You can lean on my shoulder, you can complain,
I will stand with you and listen,
If you cry, I will cry too,
It hurt me to see your tears.

I was that broken chair for a long time,
Always unwanted by any groups,
Don’t worry my friend; I know how it feels like,
I was once your victim to this pain.

I would not push you aside because I care,
I would not let you be paraded as ‘friendless’,
You know, that you can always have me,
Cause I will still know you and be here.