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Time, the merciless friend

Each time I'm back I see a different face. Her body is fading out with time, And it's a hard thing to embrace. She's seen me since the age of zero, Always there to hold my tiny hands. Just like any child would, I call her my 'hero.' There's not much time left ticking, Time is a merciless friend. She sleeps, and time keeps slipping- Away from her, and I know she knows, She accepts this cruel reality, She wouldn't mind to go. Old age- a heavy, monotonous burden Mother nature is beautiful yet cruel, She awaits the final curtain in silence, With nothing left uncertain.

Will you?

Will you quit? Will you not find this too tough? Will you eventually give us up? Will you say: 'I've had enough." Will you not find it too overwhelming? Will you not be too pressured? Will you still be on standby to fight for me? Will you see the value of us can't be measured? Will you really wait? Will you prove to love me? Will you promise to stay strong? Will you give me comfort and security? Will you do more than say "I love you."? Will you strive to save my sudden sad days? Will you be ready to stand there with open arms? Will you be willing to show me the way? Will you keep me as your precious? Will you cherish our memories? Will you read my letters over and over? Will you keep them as your treasuries? Will you?

Somewhere over the rainbow.

They say somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly, But there is more unheard to that. Lurking somewhere over the rainbow, the black beauty gives life to the meadows. There's cotton candy made from clouds, and you may fly by the wings of a condor. Swings that attach to the rainbow sways 180 degrees, it's safe to fall off a place that defies all gravity. And there you find the wizard of Oz, Generously he instills you wisdom. You can ride on Aslan like Little Lucy did, Touring each corner of his kingdom. Suddenly sunsets lasts double the hour, Witness the beaches on high tide. The majesty's work on an eternal canvas, Paints each land and ocean's divides.

The Prince and the Pauper.

Ladies we'll all come to a point, When you meet a pauper that lies. Tells you he'll be there for you, But leaves you when you cry. He won't do much for you, But he said that he is trying. You'll give in once or twice, Believing his shit's worth buying. One day you might be hurt, When you come to let it go. But don't be too hard on yourself, There's something you should know. While you're in love with the pauper, There's a prince waiting in the corner. While thinking you'll have to fight battles, He's polishing his armour. Riding on his white horse, He'll swiftly sweep you off your feet. And with him by your side, You'll always feel complete. Fret not, rush not, cry not. For there's always someone out there, He'll finally make you realize, There's no one who can really compare.

Ready for Christmas

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The chimneys begin to smoke in my head, Children rushing out to play. Snowmans, Snowflakes, Snowball fights. Covering every inch of the day. The bells begin to ring in my head, Gatherings around the fireplace. Mince pies, almond pies, pumpkin pies, Presents wrapped in bobbin lace. Carols begin singing in my head, Celebrating Jesus's grace. Silent night, Silver bells, Jingle bells, A picture of Santa's smiling face.

Keep breathing.

The stars will never care for you, And the sun won't always shine. The moons sheds you coldness, The sun will make you blind. There are rooms locked in your heart even you won't ever find. You'll know never find a love that loves you as much as you do. You'll find yourself waking to a room with you alone, Opening your eyes to a foggy dawn, You reflect when life began to lose plan, Sometimes it's hard to keep breathing, But you can. *Inspired by Jade Sylvan, excerpt from “On Breathing”

It's two o'clock in the morning

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2:00AM It's two o'clock in the morning, Technology's been keeping me up. Youtube, Twitter, Facebook, Eblogger, A new Tumblr made with my coffee cup. Is it even worth it, I ask myself, To create accounts no one cares about. Yet the freedom is my nicotine, Platforms for me to scream and shout. Suppose this is what hooks on- The phenomenal blossoming trend: That internet's social network lends. Our maybe we're all just desperate, To find a friend.