ferris wheel

Round and round we go
in a merry-go-round
up and down
down and up
in this ferris wheel

then it stops
we get stuck

panic strikes
we then screamed
we then cried

we asked for help
then shut ourselves
in solitude

the engine then starts

so we go
round and round again
like in a merry-go-round
up and down
down and up
in this ferris wheel
hope it never stops

of pain and a child poet

i found this poem from the internet during avail time (meaning idle time, or there are no calls) in the office... i don't know how you would see this poem.. *smiles*

Ruhe

Pain isn’t meant to be held in your arms;
Not meant to turn your palms red with cuts;
Not meant to puncture your heart.
And yet you let pain live within you. . .

I cannot forever be your medicine -I am the morphine.
Not the cure.

Let your wounds heal. Let the hurt escape.

You must rest.

Bearing your life in a plastic bag that has a tear -
It could leak any second.
And yet, we can find no thread to mend it.
I will not let you spill onto the pavement.
But sometimes I feel my fingers slipping.
And wonder if I’ve grown too tired to care.

Replace your broken boards. Let the hurt escape.

You must rest.

Every ticking second is precious;
Every moment and memory is alive.
Your life, the one I know you cannot love or hate, is fading
And brightening, surging and flickering.
But what will I do when the blackout comes?

Recharge yourself. Let the hurt escape.

You must rest.


By Alexander, 10th grade
submitted to the Edgar Allan Poe exercise at Totally Optional Prompts

Booze

My hands trembled,
as I slowly took the glass...

Trembling...
Thinking...
Trembling...
Drinking...

Finally, I took a gulp...
Finally, I broke a promise..
Finally, I came back to somewhere I've long forgotten..

I took every gulp with thougths of you,
and wishing that you are still thinking of me...

I drank,
trying to forget this aching pain,
hoping that this liquor could fill the emptiness of my heart..

I drank until it sunk in,
making me feel care-free,
making me laugh so hard and never minding the onlookers passing me by..

I drank and laughed,
hoping the booze could fill me up so I'll end up in slumber..

I drank and I laughed..
I laughed and I drank..
Then I wept..

And I fell into a deep slumber..
Then I woke up..

And I am ALONE.

'Til When..

'Til when do I have to try,
when nobody seems to care..

'Til when do I have to sing,
when nobody cared to listen..

'Til when do I have to think,
when all I want is drift in our memory..

'Til when do these tears have to keep on falling,
when noone's here to dry them..

'Til when do I have to fall,
when nobody's here to catch me..

'Til when do I have to hold on,
when you've already let me go..

'Til when do I have to fight,
when nobody's with me in this battle..

'Til we do I have to wait,
when nobody's coming back..

'Til when do I have to ask,
when nobody's here to answer..

'Til when..?


Just something that I wrote on a dreary night of January 19, 2006...