Monday.

First day of the week.

He was absent. Was he sick?

I took a glance at the empty chair.

How I wish he was sitting there.

I hope tomorrow I’ll get the chance to see him.

Cause a day is not a day without him.



Tuesday.

I came at school early,

Wanting to see him badly.

There was a sad smile coated on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

His chair was still empty.

What happened to him?

I have no idea.

I have no clue.

All I knew, I was feeling blue.

I tried to brush my thoughts away,

And just listened at the class all day.

I thought I’m okay,

That I was feeling fine.

But when I saw his chair empty,

I knew my smile was not happy.



Wednesday.

Crestfallen and disappointed.

He was still not here.

I could feel the emptiness in my mind.

Just like the empty chair in my behind.

I asked my classmates,

They just shrugged their shoulders.

I asked his friends, they don’t know why.

Soon my dark eyes began to cry.



Thursday.

Too many question popped in my head.

Frustrated and confused,

I committed a major offense.

I fled from school during recess.

I want to see him today,

To know the reason of that young man,

Why for four days he was gone.

There was no one in their house.

Only their old maid.

“Where could I find him?” I asked her.

She gave me a piece of paper.

I went home with a heavy heart.

It felt like my world was drifted apart.

I looked at the paper once again,

Tears fell down while reading them.

I don’t how to endure this kind of ache,

I kept on telling it was just a mistake.



FRIDAY.

Fresh flowers I brought,

I put them on the ground.

I smiled bitterly,

As I read his name in the tomb.

“I love you.”  I whispered.

I didn't hear anything in return.

“I love you!” I shouted.

Hoping he’ll answer me at ease.

But all I heard was the sound of the trees.

I cried again..

How many tears should I cry,

For him to come back?

For him to be with me again?

To feel his warmth.

To smell his scent.

To stare at his eyes.

It was too late.

Too late…



Saturday.

I wept until I could no longer feel the pain.



Sunday.

I did what I've done yesterday.



Monday..

I come to school.

Act as if nothing happen,

They asked me if I’m fine,

I nodded and smiled.  

While walking into our room,  

Wearing fake mask behind my gloom.

But tears fell again on my face,

When I didn't see him at his usual place.

I glance at the empty chair,

How I wish he was sitting there.

i don't need food, letters or gifts
i want to feel special with no boundaries
things are not important to me
but to feel loved and protected is

I woke up and I'm still suffocating
Oh God please give me space

As we grow we develop what’s called a train of thought.....
It’s something we never think about.....

Though in life were sometimes face with obstacles.....
Some bigger then others, but we easily get by.....

Some are so large, that we seem not to overcome them.....
But we do we brush them away....

There always on our minds, but we must move along.....
We somehow forget these obstacles and keep on going......

It these thoughts can stay clear for some time.......
Then were faced with new obstacles’ that bring up the past.....

We then decide what we have to do......
This can be very hard for most of us.....

We try and try then finally get by......
They always seem to be there, once we get past them.......

I hope they can be forgotten......
Sometimes they are just too large to forget......

But we must go on......

Shhhh. Tonight all of the world is silent except for the beating of two hearts.
The two hearts beat in unison as two lovers hold one another in the night.

One lover cries out to the other;
You are my life, my hope, my sight.

As are you to me, cries the other.

There was no light before you came into my world.
There was the absence of hope and vision.
Now my life is as the day and no longer as the night.
My inner being is warm as if by the sun.
You have changed me,  my love, my precious one.
We have changed each other, we are no longer the same.
Life has meaning, no more pretending, no more of games.

Love has broken the ice that had surrounded our hearts.
It softened the hardness of hurts from the past.
Love has come, love has changed us, for eternity it will last.

By Rocky Stonehedge

A rotten little written thought walks across and of my page before my eyes. As I am speaking to you now he walks with a whispering little shadow that mistakes his place and purpose,a cold and cowardly projection of words. But this is what I throw at you each and everyday- I throw the better half of my head, I throw my tongue, my lungs and my every hope and hate filled accusation. I toss begging questions until I’m tired of having to answer them on my own.
I am finding it a lot harder not to be alone.
It’s interesting to see what your head looks like when its spilled out across a hollow blue light- a cold computer’s stare. I do not wield a pen, my thoughts don't talk in ink. They remain in the memory of a busy little computer. They sit their among music and photographs and videos of friends, yet exist without them and unable to interact. They dwell alone until they turn rotten and walk up and off their page.  
I apologise if sometimes they offend or intrude, or if sometimes they take things without asking permission and lie about it afterwards, but they are only just finding their way so please show some compassion whenever your paths cross.