These unspoken words I didn’t say,
These hidden feelings I didn’t show.
These thoughts I didn’t ask,
These comments I didn’t express.
What would it be like to speak them?
Or show them.
How would they react if I ask them?
Or express them?
People say words can destroy,
Or heal ones’ soul.
They say thoughts can make one impure,
Or shine brighter in life.
Maybe if people speak,
These hidden words and thoughts.
Just maybe we can understand,
Why one would steal or kill.
These hidden feelings,
Words.
Thoughts.
And expressions.
I wonder how life would be…
Without them.
These things that cannot be seen.
Andrea
Lets picture a small scene of what can be heard late at night.
(Actually it’s because I couldn’t really sleep and I suddenly thought of this poem or whatever you want to call it.)
Last night,
At midnight.
I heard the owl,
and the crickets sing.
I heard a croak,
From a toad.
And a dog bark,
While the clock ticked and toked.
The clock struck 12,
And began to sing.
Ding-dong, ding-dong,
over and over again.
Well,
I guess maybe I’ll I go back to sleep.
While hearing the sounds,
The beauty of nature.
The serene sounds of night.
‘Andrea’
She went to the ball,
Dressed up in a long, white dress.
She looked young, free, perky and fresh,
But inside she knew she was just living a dream.
Just for one day.
She was only a young girl,
The only child.
Brought up by her dad,
And now her step-mom.
She knew she was not accepted,
Nor was she rejected.
She was just a girl,
Unknown to the world.
But now she was a princess,
Not just Cinderella.
She could dance, spin and twirl,
Like a little girl.
Because behind this mask,
She was someone else.
Not the Cinderella,
That worked and cleaned alone.
But she knew that it was a dream,
A dream she could live even if just for one day.
A princess named Cinderella.
-Andrea Yong
Don’t cry for me,
As they laugh at me.
I know my punishment,
But my decision won’t change.
They may speak words of anger,
You may try to stop the hurt.
It may be a matter of life and death,
But I can stand on my own.
Step down from the stand,
Let me rise and allow me to defend.
I pleaded with you over and over again,
But you didn’t listen, thus you were killed..
Emotionally, Mentally and Physically.
You took my place on that hill,
As they choose to kill you.
You said it was not just for me,
You wanted to show the world what love truly is.
And now I stand staring at you,
Holding a white rose so pure like you.
Tears flowed down my cheeks,
As I looked down on the blood splattered flower.
Truly I now understood…
True love.
-Andrea Yong
Note: This is in case I don’t have time to write it when the last day of school comes…
I heard the bell ring today,
Maybe for the last time.
I saw some girls cry,
As they bid each other goodbye.
I saw the students running around,
Hugging everyone they knew.
Because today was the last day,
Maybe our final day this year.
I said goodbye to my friends,
Because I might not see them again.
But if I don’t next year,
They’ll be in my heart forever.
No matter whenever or wherever,
To me,
Today, will never be the last day,
Because friendship is forever…
Dedicated to everyone…
From the little girl named Andrea…
Today and tomorrow,
Yesterday or whenever.
It’s so busy,
That I can’t even think of using proper language.
Times are tough for working adults,
People are actually losing jobs!
Students however got stress at times uncountable,
That now even I am having pimples!!!
ARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!
GOD PLEASE HELP ME!!!
The busy blogger (that had no intention of actually posting this… But whatever la…)
~Andrea
