Transformsters

Monday

I wake up

Thinking, how wonderful

This day is

As it starts a new and fresh week.

I look forward

To school as well

Where we go and have

A good time learning.

No problems on this day yet.

Monday

Tuesday

I woke up

And worry a little about

The homework.

I pray a hurried prayer

Of less than 10 seconds

Before wolfing down my bread

And heading for school.

School was ok

Really enjoyed the conpany of

My friends (so far)

I talk like them

Act like them

Even eat like them

Except

I clear my plate

They don't

Tuesday

Wednesday

A lovely day, might I add.

The sun is shining

Birds are chirping

People are playing PSP during lessons

Drat! Here comes

The lesson I do not like

But I still put up with it

Although inside me

I curse the teacher.

I heard God telling me

To not hate anyone

Because Jesus loves us

All

Wednesday

Thursday

The melodious sound

Of the erhu

Fills the air.

How I love the sound it makes

My friend

Askes me who do I like in class

I say, "None"

But I am lying

To both him

And myself.

Hopeless, am I?

I tell myself

I should not get into a relationship

So fast.

But, oh how am I going to

Control this urge?

Realise

That when I thought of this

God was not in the picture

At all.

Thursday

Friday

Although people

Thank God for this day

As the next day is a weekend

To me

This day

Particually yesterday

Was a sorrowful day

In that sense.

I see from afar

But dare not step close

As this is the day

I found out the possessive guard dog

That had been beside her.

I felt very emo

I cannot describe

How I actually feel.

How stupid I was

She was sharing with me

Her troubles and triumphs

With a non-living object

As an analogy.

And I happily gave her advice

As I had learnt about them

In Youth CG lesson

During the BGR session.

Thanks Josh and Clara.

Everything that was mentioned in

That lesson

Was re-repeated in my head.

And I felt normal again.

I pray to God

For a longer time

I did not count.

That He would forgive

The sinful me

For entertaining such thoughts.

Friday

Saturday

The Evil One

Is indeed evil

I was

Like a sheep

Lured into something bad

God tugged me

Telling me that

What I was doing is wrong.

What I did was stupid

I just brushed Him aside.

In that sense.

Guilt builds in my heart

Saturday

Sunday have not arrived yet... so no post on it.

This "poem" is my very first. It mainly talks about my life the past few years vaguely. Except the "Friday" section, where it talks about yesterday.

Emo will not be the perfect word to describe what I am feeling now.