Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Parents Pls spend more time with your kids when they are young馃檹

As a child
I grow up feeling lonely
Like a raindrop being apart from one another

Being taught that support is non existence
And I have to survive on my own
Having me
To be as hard as a concrete
Without steel support
And by right I should collapse
But by left I am still standing
Just not as tall as a building

As tight days go by
Cracks form within me
No matter how much cement, water
As though activities
Filled in my life
the cracks within is still not repair

Nothing fix my cracks
So I volunteer
To prevent the crack form of other kids
Hoping that others can live a better life
And that’s me

Sunday, August 25, 2019

Distance Journey


Travel down to the tunnel
Through the tracks
And walk in twin

Step on pieces of wooden rails
That are arrange in a set
Rail by Rail laying out 
like the step you take
Day and out 
Continuing journey through the lines
Visiting new expect of life

At some point you are stuck
Meeting new challenges to be solved
Seek help to moving on
Just like the train
With a fault that has been fixed 

There are time to say goodbye
As you travel down different paths
Red, blue, yellow, green
Which paths did you pick?

Friday, August 23, 2019

Light and Shadow hunt me?


What is light
What is shadow
Do you see them
All day all night?

Walking in the night
With a beam of light
Tree swaying
Spirits chatting
Venting machine cracking
And i am still walking

Every step I took
Light close up
Forming shadow as big as I
Turn around in 123
Hearing laughter
I run with all my might

Wandering
if light or shadow is after me

Wednesday, August 21, 2019


Sleeping was hard and tough
As though I am fighting a war
Every seconds ticks signs to my brain
Every minutes triggers memories
Every hours slap me with reality
And by the time I am awake,
You are gone

As days pass by,
I am growing old
Living in a room without you
I feel cold 
No hug to warm me
No love to support me
No accompany to spend time with me
No shoulder for my crying
What was left behind was me,
Crying,
Struggling,
And Missing you Badly