To Some people,every new year is like death.
For you don't know what's beyond the sky.
To many people,it represents a total rebirth.
So they they celebrate it without being shy.

To a few of us,a new day is a second chance
A chance to say sorry,correct or make amends.
To those who utilize it,celebrate with a dance.
Dance to the beats of many marching bands.

IB-Poetry
14/12/2018

I am drowning,
I am returned.

In the flow,
On the ebbing tide.

I am drowning,
I am returned.

Wrong-shapened and unfamiliar to myself.
Overwhelmed as much by the experience, as by my release from it.
But ready, ever ready, for the next wave.
Which may sink me - what are the chances?
Which may settle me on soft, sun-dried sand further up the line.

What are the chances?

i've made a trip to my memories
and i'm floating in outer space

when the stars are clouded by your eyes
it's easy to find happiness and heartbreak

i try to do the best i can
but please bring me back down

because you're my adventure
of a lifetime

I never thought that I could live this long.
I never would have thought that I could stay alive.
From the brinks of death, I never would have thought of living a broken life,
And stand up to this day in my family world's full of lies.

How long has it been since I was cured?
How long has it been since they damaged my heart?
How long has it been since I continued living this kind of life?
Or how long has it been since the scars continue growing inside my heart?

If I am going to take a chance of stepping, will it be okay If I do that?
If I am going to risk the chance of moving on, will it healed my heart?
If I am going to turn a blind eye of what's happening into my life, will it be enough to erase the scars?
If I am going to take a chance of believing, will I be able find happiness of following what my heart desires?

I never would have thought of this growing up;
Of living with your stepmother, stepbrothers, and your own biological father.
I never would have thought of sticking to them for too long!
If I have all the means to live alone, it will only caused them to be puzzled with my existence.

Chances are there for my life to go on living.
Chances are there for me to have faith and go on believing.
Chances are there for me to find the happiness that my heart keeps on seeking.
But, I don't have the chance to wipe out all the scars inside my heart including painful memories even if I forgive everything.

Saw you there in the middle of the night
You thought I couldn’t see you but how could I not
I stared and I wondered if you were alright
And realized maybe, you’re all I’ve got

I took a deep breath and went down the stairs
I opened the door and your eyes looked up to me
It was obvious in my face that I still cared
You took my hand and I saw what I’ve always wanted to see

You told me you loved me
You told me you cared about me
You told me everything you want us to be
And I told you my fears and my ghost
My worries of how this thing could go
You paused and said “ You’ll never be alone.”

Make me write you a poem
make me take off my shoes
The age of this stage
doesn't quite relate
but I feel thoroughly
all of your capability.
I could be all in my head
or maybe all the old feelings fled
with the scattered thoughts
like how could I have sinned
and go against myself
only to keep you close.
How can I not think,
How can I not want this?
The risks and pains
I'm terribly scared of
til the next things happen
So darling I'm writing you a poem
I'm taking off my shoes
For in this life where we take chances
Maybe, I'll be taking my chance on you.

I am dying.
With the crimson gentle stroll,
of the parched winter glow.

I am dying.
Of the thorns dwelling within the whisper's den,
and the menacing spikes of my broken pen.

I am dying.
From the agonizing tempest that pervaded my soul,
it is no more a riddle; an Apocalypse is born.