Nemi-x7

If only… My high school days were bright and peppy, until I saw him. It was only then that I became dreamy and girly. My friends never liked this side of me, mostly because it wasn't really… me. If ever he passed, I would hold my breath. Then I would go and rant about him to my friends. Is it possible for one person to change another's life-like he did mine? Nevertheless, as the days went by, I got more frustrated. 'He doesn't know I exist,' I told myself. However, that wasn't enough to help me get over him. An inner voice said, 'so what if he doesn't know you? Why can't you like him?' When he passed out of school, I felt like I w

Pain 'Don't cry little brother,' I whispered. I could hear him silently whimper. A day so bright and fair Had rapidly turned into a nightmare. They marched solemnly into our town While our parents watched wearing a frown. Guns, Tanks, Multi-barrels. While advancing, people they mangled. We piled into our van with apparent haste. Dad got on last, fear on his face. 'Bang' He suddenly fell down limp and pallid. For a moment I saw the angels rally, Each of them clad in white. His soul left him without a fight. We all watched him, helpless, limp and frail; But we had to escape in haste. Through my salty tears and sobbing, 'Don't

Stress! Let me give you some insight To a Form 4 students plight (As she proceeds to O/Levels) And her stressful life. 'All work and no play Makes jack a dull boy,' they say. 'But if you don't work hard my dear You will FAIL, and you won't clear Your O'Levels and pass to Form 6- Then you'll be in a fix!'- Says her mother, father, aunts and teachers All of them sounding like spiritual preachers. So Girl works hard all night and day For good results she hopes and prays. But slowly her life falls down a spiral As UP goes her stress levels. Who was pythagoras? What are his theorems? Just the thought of him makes her fear him. W

Ten Steps Ten More Painful steps to freedom… Blood snaking down from the blade-cuts on my hand.                                                                                                                                                               On this world no more do I want to stand. No more fears, pains or tears As my end on this world nears. Nine more steps I think back to the life I led The lack of happiness. The sorrow. I am drained, Fed up of life. I want to quit- to run away to that perfect, endless, azure sky. Eight more steps Should parents be alcoholics? Should they be drug addicts? They thrashed me, then