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DrowningThe water gushing against my pale skin,
Cold and painful, numbing my whole body,
Sinking fast, struggling hard, pulling me in,
Can't tighten my grip, letting go slowly.
Oxygen escapes my lungs continuously,
Losing my consciousness abruptly,
Everything's a blur, unclear and darker,
The sight of gloomy skies and rigorous water.
I recall the sunshine that embraced the morning,
The calm water that's subtle and gentle,
But a dark cloud suddenly came rushing,
I guess nothing's permanent, not even a little.
Totally submerged, unable to come out,
Floating, feeling light, sensing nothing,
Surviving this situation is a huge doubt,
Unless someone saves me, I am hoping.
The sun shines again, still the water became,
Nothingness fills the air, not a sign of life was seen,
It's too late to help me now, no one came,
But at least everything is back to what had been.
Lost But Still Not FoundIt's been a while since I last felt your presence,
I have been waiting for you to return,
I'll just be here, full of hope and patience,
Longing for the things that went into the urn.
You're an inch away but I'm still searching,
I am with you but you're still missing,
My eyes caught sight of you but you're not there,
And I can't seem to find you anywhere.
I wonder where you are hiding right now,
Well, not in my heart for it's hollow and empty,
Can I make you come out somehow?
Are the ways few or are they plenty?
My heart hurts every time I hear your name,
It still beats but it just isn't the same;
Maybe you don't want to be found,
For you, should I still be looking around?
But what if you are also looking for me?
That will definitely be another story,
Will you find me or will I find you?
It will be a chase in circles for us two.
Do you even realize that you're lost?
It may seem that you're here even when you're not,
I will still miss you no matter how near you are,
I'll search for
The TruthI have always been blind, been refusing to see,
Unintentionally ignoring true beauty,
But I learned about the truth, my eyes are now opened,
Hope raised within me, my focus was diverted.
My perspective about life was completely changed,
It seems that I've been reading the wrong book and page;
I am thankful I was given the chance to end,
My wrong knowledge, beliefs, that many are mislead.
Now that I finally know what I really must do,
Am I ready to get started at something new?
One step at a time, I believe I can do it,
But my life desires are what I have to omit.
I know that I won't need them when the time has come,
It's better to do it early while I'm still young;
Suppose I'm given a new life in a new world,
Those desires I'm yearning won't even say a word.
Living in a place where everything is perfect,
Where there is no evil, no problems to collect,
This may sound impossible for many people,
But just believe in the truth, it is that simple.
I am very sure I'm not making this all up,
The Journey of My LifeThe fateful day that I was born,
My eyes opened, gazing on my own;
Started to grasp, crawling in the morn,
Till I learned to walk, through stumbling on the ground.
As the gate opened, I feared of getting out;
To see the strangers down the busy road;
I preferred to play with toys and books;
Confined within the walls, sheltered by the roof.
Now that I'm done with my childhood days,
I need to be serious with no time to waste;
The road to be taken seems so long and endless;
Do I have to turn and find another place?
The changes of season keeps me going,
Drifted by the flow of growth and learning;
The strength and wisdom I earned in living,
Not to be left behind in times of travelling.
Will I soar someday or sail by the sea?
Follow the winding path against a stormy day;
Sometimes I wonder where would I be?
As I travel along the routes of this journey.
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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