Parting

Parting

How many partings do we witness in this life?
Plenty - no doubt.
But let each one makes us grow,
For only then can we see and move on.

Me Again

Me Again

It’s me again
Sitting here alone
Still thinking about
What the future holds

Time has passed
But nothing ever changes
Life’s still the same
Consisting of stages

The last I saw you
Was years ago
Down the road
When will I know?

I’m still holding on
I know you are too
When will we be together?
I’m longing for you

*Jo*

Thoughts

Thoughts

I'm sitting here thinking
Of what I should do
My life a head
With or without you

You are far away
While I am here
The longing and hoping
Just brings me to tears

You tell me you love me
You tell me you care
But thet're just words
It's just so not fair!

I'm in agony
My life's a torment
I don't want to be stuck
Forever in cement

*Jo*

Keeping Awake

Keeping Awake

My mind is drifting
My eyes are near shutting
I'm yawning away
Getting bored and restless

I'm trying hard to keep awake
And pretend to stay interested
The lecturer isn't helping much
That's why I resorted to writing this poem

I'm slightly more awake now
Feeling better than before
So I'll keep on writing
To keep awake a while more

*Jo*


N.B. wrote tis in the computing lect. not trying to be a bad student, but wad he was lecturing i already know.. how to use powerpoint..

A Tribute

A Tribute:
A Great Man Died the Other Day

A great man died the other day.
He was no father, nor uncle, nor brother;
Yet, he is every bit my father -
everyone's father:

For he cares for us fiercely,
Seeing the best that no one else can see.
Everything he did, it was with us in mind.
Never once did it cross his heart
That he should gain from these.

No doubt the way he did things were harsh,
But deeply etched was a deep sense of love
For the students that he sheltered.
Yet, many students turned away from him,
Cursed him and wish him leave them be.

But he never gave up on us, for he saw
Great potential in each and everyone.
He pushed us and stretched us to the max, and
He taught us to love and to be proud
Of a school that we were all brought up.

Then the sickness came and took him away,
And I didn't believe a strong hard man
Like him would fall prey.
But he did,
And left us for a better place.

A great man died the other day.
He was my teacher,
And in my heart was left with a void,
Filled with regrets that he'd never hear
The thanks I'd wanted to say.

In Memory of Mr. Quah S.K.

A Mother's Anguish

A Mother's Anguish

She doesn't want to study
She doesn't want to do her homework
And worst of all she takes advantage
When i allow her to do the stuff she wants
She's stuck to the TV
She's stuck to the computer
And she's forever stuck to her phone
When i scold her she justs goes to the room
And turns on a deaf ear
When will she wake up?
When will she realise that i do mean well?
I don't want to see her be a failure
But sometimes it's just beyond my means
It's all up to her..

*Jo*

N.B. my sis is doing it again.. when will she wake up?