Poem

To Trust Again

by Jaclyn

To trust is difficult

To love is painful

To believe is to cult

To hurt is regretful

How much it hurts when one betrays

How much it means when one believes

How sad it feels to live in dull days

How painful to live with disrupts beliefs

Only if I knew whom to trust and whom to beware

Hurt would never even exist in my vocabulary

Only if I knew that at all times I must be aware

Or else love and friendship would be my adversary

I truly want to trust again

I want to trust without doubts

I need to know I won’t be slain

When promises are broken and makes doubts

Just once I wish I could believe

The words you said were real to be

All the jokes you had up your sleeve

Then I knew seeing wasn’t to see

One white lie grows large and big

Destroying all, making all feel betrayed

At times I just want to live and take a swig

Pushing away thoughts that had been swayed

I truly want to trust again

To trust again without any bounds

To live life not tainted with pain

Smiling at memories through old towns

Novel? or Essay?

I feel like writing something out of the blue, something nobody would think of, something twisted ;)
Anyway, I know it's been a while so I figured, "why not write something long that would take days to finish?"
I'm currently writing on a Chinese thing, not sure whether to list it under a novel or an essay because it's wayyy long. Or I guess it I would be long, so I'm not sure yet until I'm done with it.
When I have successfully completed it and have it checked for grammatical mistakes only then will I post it up on my other blog. I'm not sure when, but I hope soon, I don't want to end up writing a 200-page essay (which I most likely would)
Anyway, stay tuned. I might write some crazy sentimental poems when I am bored and not in the mood to finish up my "essay"

Senior Year

Down the path of countless roads

When on our backs we carry loads

To choose a path where fate shows

A path to pick, to pick and go

As moons and stars guide the night

The day escorted by zealous sunlight

May all unwind be blind at sight

Thus art thou future have its light

To tread a lane too long to end

Somnolence rose to wield one's hand

Soon to doze off on hard cold land

Failure and despair became a trend

A warrior whose pride riegns high and might

Shall not surrender without a fight

Be it defeat or be it victory

Tales of brave warriors go down in history.

To be called human

Is praise, no less

But called a vermin

Seriously, a pain in the ass

This poem may seem to have gone off a bit

But tales are long and tend not seem fit

Hence a tribute to tales that once were fit

A toast to all seniors to cheer up a bit

Happy New Year 2010 (Yay!... not..)

It's the New Year, so I thought I'd post up something... ToTALLY... BORING...

Yes, I am bored,
2009's gone
Yes, I am bored,
So I'm wishing last year so long

Bye old days,
New ones are here
Thanks old ways,
And thanks till here

I'm bored and I'm getting old
So are the days yet to be foretold


Yeah, it's stupid and boring. That's because I totally made it up in like 2 minutes... Can't expect any good stuff in 2 minutes, right??

Anyways, Happy New Year!!!!