Home, the spot of Earth supremely blessed,
A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest,
Longing to you got me possessed,
For my emotions, feelings, are way over crest,
I remember how beautifully you're always dressed,
You're a place where friendship remains a guest,
For there my heart can truly rest.

Something is just not right today,
I realized.
I must have forgotten in a way,
I recognized.
I won’t be able to end my day,
As what I think I forgot is prompting me to stray.

What if I’m only anxious?
What If it’s just a delay?
I mean, I’m sure it will hit my mind someway,
But I guess I’m running out of the light of the day.
“It must have something to do with tonight”
My brains convey.

I tried thinking in a different way,
I tried putting my thoughts in an array,
Yet, my uneasiness would just stay.
“Have some food” my mate did say,
I had nothing to do but to obey.

To the front, right there, was the buffet,
But I turned around, traveled towards a café.
My sight fell on slogan in a display,
“All you need is some Vitamin K!”

On the footstep, a waitress was standing almost halfway,
To her eyes I looked like some prey,
Miserable, dejected, and gloomy was I, all the way.
Will she bombard me with a cliché?

I stood up, and walked away.
I guess it’s in my DNA,
That someday,
My memory would just pull away.

I don’t speak in Morse,
so I shall make it brief.
Nothing more than a terse,
but a vivid message as well, it shall be.
My words shall be utterly clear,
OH Hannah my sweet loving dear!

I may have been a bit unduly far,
but certainly I haven’t been near.
With your feelings I tried to be on par,
but who knows, I may have been very austere.
Austere that I thought your passions were of a low price,
I still remember how I overlooked you twice.

It is my fault, that my chance of getting you back,
is no more than the prospect a number has on a dice.
One out of six sounds sporadic to the ear,
but I will fight the odds all over here.
For your feelings lie in a sealed sack
that can’t be released even in a year,
unless I amend the fact that I’m austere.

Texting somebody close to you,
Gossiping,
Chatting,
OMGees are all flying around,
LoLs flooding your tiny box,
Yet you're determined to stay aground.

I always have wondered why to limit,
Why to cap English or inhibit,
Replacing good ol’ words with some wicked text,
Emoticons they call,
Insipid, dull, and sluggish,
Emoticons they’re called.

Although indolence has reached its bounds,
And although my vote is utterly trifling,
Admit it,
Concede it,
Conclude it,
Emoticons’ presence should be abolished.

I sit under the moon, gazing up every year
Trying to remember exactly what it is that I fear
Is it the passing of time or skins I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I've made or the fact that I can't bring the past back?

What is it that I'm afraid of?
Is it the people I've hurt or the people that have hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I can’t seem to see?

What do my eyes say I'm scared of?
Is it my hope that always seems to die?
Is it what people seem to deny?

What is it? Where is a remedy?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
Is it about the fatigue life had displayed screening my raggedy?

The moon’s light perishes in the meanwhile
Somebody shall come in from any corner or aisle
To help me ebb my distress
Or I might forget life’s good moments
And only think of life being vile