Something I received in the mail today, thought I’d post it up. Reminds me of how being too shy to say something could mean you miss out… I guess I’ve passed my own share of opportunities in the past… Read more »

A little something I dug up from the depths of my room. A piece of work we did in Yr 8.

Time

For years we played
Innocent and young;
Pulling pranks and who knows what
with friends.
But now, we know better
As he was diagnosed with
…
The curse

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

During the time span of just three months
Cancer ravaged his body;
It destroyed his brain.
The tumour spread, forthwith
He went through various treatments:
Pills, surgery, and then the dreaded C word
Chemotherapy

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

For weeks he tried, to stop the monster from crushing his body
Never again did he try
Never again did he hold my hand
Never again did I see his face
My tears, spilling like blood on the day

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

Smoke, billowed, as the fire consumed his body
His last dying wish to me: “remember me.”
Always will his voice ring clearly in my ears;
Time unable to erase it.
Those times when there was nothing to stop us, from taking on the world;
Early in the morning, or late at night.
Roses adorning his urn,
Every day, every night, without fail
Dreams of us together, forever shattered.

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

He didn’t have a chance:
For Time is heartless.
He hadn’t fully experienced life:
For time is merciless.
He has no more time with this world:
For time is meaningless.

Everything we did together
Everything we talked about
Never left my mind
Never left my memory.
Everything we laughed about
Everything we were sad over
Never were they forgotten
Never were they heard again.
For…

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

Each day a lone visitor
Each day a day gone by
Without a friend
Without a partner to spend life with.
Each day people’s memories fade
Each day I remember as clearly as the day he left.

Time is heartless
Time is merciless
Time is meaningless

By Antony Hills, Benjamin Lee, Prosha Rahman, Jasmin Wong, Sareeta Zaid 8O, 2007

Is this another dream
Or is it real?
Is it wishes or
Is it true?

Warmth, Comfort
Shelter, Peace
My little Hideaway?
Or something different?

Open my eyes
Peak a little
Surroundings are familiar yet
The place is different?

Open my eyes some more
Look around me
Start seeing what
Surrounds me

Same old tree, leaves are green
Still some birds singing along
Still the fluffy clouds
Flying along with the sun

Same green grass
That is soft underfoot
Same quiet corner of the world
Which is unnoticed by all

Yet something is different
Something has changed
Something is new
Something is better

I look around me
And then I see
It’s you who is new here
Who’s made a nice change

You’ve joined me in my Hideaway
When everyone else passes by
You sat down with me
And made my day

You stay with me
Through the day, in my Hideaway
Till when I leave and wake
From my dream

And there you are right by me
Telling me to wake up, giving me a gentle nudge
I wake up in your arms
Eyes looking up into yours

“It’s time to go, it’s time for class
Stop napping at school.
Hey, you seem happy
Tell me,” you say

And so I tell you
Of my Hideaway
And of how you joined me
And made my day.

-Ant

Winds rustle leaves
Birds chirp
Quiet is the land
Except for the cars driving by

Fluffy clouds drift through the sky
Sun shines lightly, warm and gentle
Plane passes over, like a lone bird on a journey
Blue sky watches

Green grass around me
Soft and warm
Tree looms over me, shadow casted
Over me, as I sit under it

Peaceful, tranquil
Quiet, relaxed
Thoughts roam through my head
As I sit there and watch

By my lonesome I sit
Watching the world
People walk by
I remain unnoticed

My little hideaway
From the rest of the world
No one knows I’m here
Not even my fear

I start to doze
My eyes to close
And I drift off to sleep
To a world of dreams

Or so I think
As I wake to find
myself in my bed
A dream it was, my hideaway no more

A figment of my imagination
A escape for my mind
My hideaway is nothing
But a dream lost in time

-Ant

My eye has been bothering me since mid Monday, but it’s getting better now. I have no idea why it’s been how it is. Slight pain on Sunday, annoying pain on Monday, annoyingly sore on Monday evening, not so sore Tuesday morning, dull by afternoon, slight again now. Weird that it happened, my eyelid getting red, and then swollen on Monday evening…. Read more »

A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day,

Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle,

Then minister frowned as he saw the man he hadn’t shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was worn and frayed.

The man knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister’s suspicion grew, with robbery a main fear

He decided to stop the man and ask him, “What are you doing here?”

The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour.

Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power.

“I stay only moments, see, because the factory is so far away;

As I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda what I say:

‘I just came again to tell you, Lord, how happy I’ve been,

Since we found each other’s friendship and you took away my sin.

Don’t know much of how to pray, but I think about you every day.

So, Jesus, this is Jim checking in.’”

The minister felling foolish, told Jim, that was fine.

He told the man he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said “Thanks.” He hurried to the door

The minister knelt at the altar, he’d never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.

As the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim’s prayer:

“I just came again to tell you, Lord, how happy I’ve been,

Since we found each other’s friendship and you took away my sin.

I don’t know much of how to pray, but I think about you everyday.

So, Jesus, this is me checking in.”

Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn’t come.

As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.

The hospital staff was worried, but he’d given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them, brought changes in the ward.

His smiles, a joy contagious. Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn’t understand why Jim was so glad,

When no flowers, calls or cards came, not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse’s concern:

No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile;

“The nurse is wrong, she couldn’t know that in here all the while

Everyday at noon, He’s here, a dear friend of mine, you see,

He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me:

‘I just came again to tell you, Jim, how happy I have been,

Since we found this friendship, and I took away your sin.

Always love to hear you pray, I think about you each day,

And so Jim, this is Jesus checking in.’”

~Author Unknown~