A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS ?

Is there always a light even in the darkness, isn't it?

when someone feels like you're living a cursed life,
without knowing any single way to go out of it,
with no one to trust, neither to rely

and all happened out of blue
all the goals went after you
drown you to the deepest ocean
cold..
the insistence
to keep walking on asphalt road
catch you cold

all you wanna do is to do everything
even if you won't get any out from it
and then you start crying
for a judge
for being a failure, for not being a standard adult

you're now all grown up
and choose to live  with no worries
no agony
no responsibility

There always a light even in the darkness
We all have to be sure bout' it

# I'am not crazy ; people make me crazy

Whiner

Life is a rolling stone
I hope i have that stone
So i will throw at their's head
At people who rage their mind
Worrying something you actually could bear

You complaint about leakly washbasin
You complaint about your bucks
You complaint about sweet in your soda
You compaint about the sun shines too bright
No wonder,  you'll complaint about the angel

Hei whiners
Hei liar
Dont you get tired
Of your own shitty words and
Nasty
Tongue

Was a Girl..

Was a Girl

By Austin - Senior 3

Humans are feeble creatures, falling under simple pressure, fragile mammals which only forte is thinking bit more than other animals, but with the brains easily tinkered, memories swallowed.

No one could understand why she failed up to turn up, yesterday, not even today, nobody could understand, or even seemed to ever know who she was anymore, it pains me deeply to think about how people just forget about her completely, her shades, her face, her smile, her presence just vanished like that, I don’t know how they could ever forget…… or how only I ever know her, only I, who knew she had ever existed on this planet earth, but in truth, I knew nothing, my memories were vague, I only knew that she was just a girl, and that I had a deep relationship with her, something more than bonds I had with my friends, or even my family. But I can’t remember anything other than that; it’s all jumbled up in my brain. The more I think about it, the more darkness elopes me in its cold embrace. The only warm thing is the dip of water coming out of my deep blue eyes which only can see the dark corners of this small cubic I call home. The tremble, the shivering as I crossed my arms and grip my shoulders like there’s no tomorrow for me. My mouth shudders as my teeth force themselves towards each other. I felt a deep scream coming from within my lungs, feeling like my heart is blank, empty…… each drip of tears coming out of my eyes triggered a slicing action in my heart, it feels like something is enveloping me in the darkness of the room. Cold mist came out as I let out a small delicate breath. The slow tick of the clock caused me to fear for each second. Fear of eating my memories. Time is the mistress of pain. As the day comes to night, the drowsiness ate me up, feeding on my consciousness which slowly fades as I slowly doze off under the clear night sky.

    I opened my eyes, feeling heavy, dried snot in my nose and a line of dried tears on both sides of my cheeks. I sucked up the snots and bring my body up, feeling a little bit dead inside. It’s like a hangover but quite not. I tried to recall why I cried last night, why, how, what, everything, anything, it’s just not coming back to me at all. A phrase “why she failed to turn up today” is just there, the voice in my head whispers to me. I feel like its something really important, getting up from my bed towards the cold floor, I wrote it down on the memo on the desk beside my bed and goes for a warm shower to maybe clear my drowsy mind.  As I was showering, the voices keep coming, louder now “nobody understands why she failed to turn up today.” I really feel like I miss something or someone in this regard. I just feel like I need to do something today, just an impulse.

The essay is written by Austin senior 3. Generally, he is a nice boy despite playing game a lot every time. Moreover, he wrote this for his Midtest-Writing test. What was the prompt ? Well, I asked him to put this sentence " No one could understand why she failed up to turn up", and he has composed it pretty well. It touches my heart a bit by the suffering of the main character; a point that is usually used as a consideration for marking a story. The essay he made, leaves the readers with a mystery inside which probably most people would think that the vague character inside was his mother or lover. 

Happy Birthday...my pecker

Happy birthday my addict. You are now , a pretty mature man. What i will give to you is only... my prayer, so that in every step you make is goin tobe the best decision. My pecker? Do you still remember how we passed through the fragile days? The days which were hard for me, because of her. Once when we re napping, you called her name. And i didnt even utter a word, smiling instead.
I know it would be hard for me since the first time i fell on you. I' ve taken the risk of fallin love.
My pecker? Your ego, your ignorance, sometimes hurt me- if i cant say often. But im.fuckin  pushing them hard aside. Because i know, it must be hard also for you dealing with my terribble fuckin mood swing. I know we fight alot; even the Spotty wall could see it. Sorry. Its the word I can say.
My pecker, im far from a perfect girl. I annoy alot, I grumble alot, neither Iam a keen girl. Yet my honey, 32 years and more, will love you till this black turns grey.

Moron..

Lets see, what we coulD explain for this word. I mean how it is good to be a moron? Am I a moron?  Sometimes yes i think im a fucKin ignorant moron. I do careless for others necesitties,  no personal touch. Im living in a stiffness yes! and i ll do fuckin everything i want. People keep complaining? The more they complain the more i become a fuckin ignorant person.
What brings me to this world? BecAuse damn, i just wanna get it over!
I dont like tobe involved in a polite society. I hated people when they talk about good deeds regarding to a divine life. I mean, stop pretending- be humanist

Baby blues..

This baby blues
Sneaking on my bed
Begging for my touch
To put inside my throat

Baby blues, if someday i have to go away
No farther than any ways
For the one i have paid
May day may day
My baby blues need to lay

Im so fuckin in depression
No light nor dark wants to Snug me
Oh
If someday, the sound give me
My bearing
I would do, To let you flow in my veins
The joy of shivering

My Sun..

Just wanna live and let die
The sky is so dark lately, with smoke is hanging around the air.
dusty and rusty smell
No breath taken by humankind.
I'm dying..and suffering
From all fakes and this grief

the wall is tumbling down
all my efforts for years
disappear in a sudden
baby I know
the sun ain't bright anymore