Each night we go to bed
and the day just fades away.
Everyday in our lives
is like an unturned page
and we are merely puppets
on its enormous stage.
We are guided along paths,
shown the right way to go
as the unturned page get written on
from dawn t dusk
by someone’s guiding hand.
When they’ve finished writing,
we go to bed at night
and sleep until the morning light.
Then a new unturned page appears
waiting for us to travel on.
1 June 2008
The meal was atrociousand a bad time was had.Just to add insult to injury,the car didn’t like it neitherbeing left alone out in the cold.Therefore, when I went to start it,it didn’t want to go.The protest was duly notedand a jump-start was given.Finally, we got homecold, tired and weak.Went straight to bedand could have slept…
as into the gloom of darknesswhere our unconsciousness succumbsto our visions of monstersand other unimaginable things.Incarcerated in sleeps dark prisonwe are tormented by unworldly thingsuntil the daylight forces back the evilsthat swarm in our head.The sun warms us from the cold darknessthat has captivated our mind.Breathing in the fresh new daythe thoughts of our night…
you cannot count people on the internetreally as your friends.When asked why not?They replied, you never see them,never touch their hands,so you really cannot count them as friends.I disagreed with them entirely;friends are what you make people.Maybe you cannot see them,nor touch them physically,but when you write to them,you feel you know them;sometimes more thanthose…
In six months from now,I am returning to the land,which shaped my early yearsto meet with a classmateof that period of time.Although we did not knoweach other very well way back thenin recent years that has changedand a friendship has grown.Now in six months timea reunion has been plannedand I am as nervous as a…
of places we’d like to seeor different places we’d like to be.Daydreaming of things we wishand things that we’d like to have.The things that are just out of reach,love and people, we want to know.Daydreaming of thingsto change our livesin what we want to be,but they all vanish whenwe awake to the world againand its…
heralds the entrance of somethingwithin our frightened mind.We listen with intentas chains are draggedacross an empty floor.We shout out,“Who goes there? ”Only to receive silenceas a midnight reply.We lay in our bedscovers raised above our headswondering what monstershave entered our castle wall.A low and distant moanechoes in our ears.We shrink in silence of our fears.“Who…
