Jun Xuan

Death.

Something I’ve never really felt or dealt with. Now, the first time in my 16 years of life, the first death of someone I knew. The grief comes pouring in, like acid burning a hole through my heart. The pain.

Yet, I know, the pain I experience is merely a small fraction of what a mother, father and brother would feel. Losing someone you gave birth to, quarreled with you, played with you, fought with you, your very own flesh and blood.

The pain and grief, enough to drive anyone into a life of silence. Yet, we ought to rejoice that he has finally rejoined his Creator in eternal harmony.

At this moment, he might be watching everyone of us, by our side, trying to tell us something. Yet we are unable to hear anything. Imagine the conflict of emotion, the euphoria of being able to meet your Creator and the sadness that the ones you love and miss is unable to hear you.

Never being able to say goodbye is the worst feeling you’ll get. Jun Xuan, I hope you have met your Creator and accepted Him. Maybe I’ll meet you in eternity one day…

Goodbye.

Bunnies a.k.a. Monsters a.k.a. Lies

Under the beds,
Beneath the seats.
Little bunnies growing,
Bigger day by day.

Monsters in the closet,
Monsters under the furniture.
Once little bunnies,
Now revealing their true selves.

Little bunnies scared no one,
Cute, cuddly, makes you sneeze.
Monsters living under the bed,
Whispering horrors to a sleeping child.

Just like those bunnies,
Who were overcame with tissues.
Tears, boogers,
and left over sneezes.

Who turned to a monster,
Causing fear, hatred, mistrust.
Building up slowly,
Becoming monstrous devils from once innocent frames.

Just like those bunnies,
Who turned into monster.
Your lies build up in my attic,
Line by line.

When I was one,
I couldn’t tell red, white or blue.
When I was six,
I started to sense lies.

When I was twelve,
I was convinced that my life was a lie.
The ultimate lie,
The lie that I led a peaceful life.

As I out grew the attic,
And moved into my room.
All those bunnies were forgotten,
Left behind, not cared for.

Slowly these bunnies grew,
Into the monsters I mentioned.
And today as I look back,
Why did I ever trust you?

These lies that you told,
Hurt my heart, like nightmares of monsters.
Constantly drowning me,
An oceans wave constantly pounding.

Now I realize,
I was living a lie all along.
Your lies hurt me,
You just never want to notice.

Lies, monsters,
Please stop this torment.
It’s killing me,
All this is murderous, suicidal.

I Like Changes.Don’t you?

theFuture?

Window pane.

Now you get to watch her leave out the window,
I guess that’s why they call it window pane.