the ship

The ship of life
Across the shore awaits a boat

Though sea’s are rough, its still
afloat

Raise the sails, held up by mast
Forget the troubles of distant
past

As wave crash down upon the deck
Steady the boat; not quite a
wreak

Tend the mast, and fix the scrach
light the lantern with one last
match

The storm will end, pull anchor
and rope.

look up to see the stars of hope.

Jessica M. Balcom

through trial

jus went through few poems n found 1 very good one ..

much to my surprise is written by david cook * my fav*

here goes:

I have always seen life for what it really is.
Ever since I was a child growing up, hard times are all I know.

I had to sit back and watch my mother work from sunset to sundown.
I had to sit back and watch my mother work herself to her grave.

Nothing ever came easy for her.
She always had a heart and kept a smile on her face.

Life is like a newborn baby struggling to come out of its mother’s womb,
life is a struggle true enough, but after all the struggling you have done,

and after all the hell you have been through, there is success.
Life is nothing but a big struggle, but just keep the faith and focus on your goals.

Don’t let life beat you or you will be walking around like zombies.
Keep on pushing, keep on trying, life can be whatever you make it to be.

But life can also be a bowl of cherries with whip cream and apple pie.
I say this again; life is what you make of it.

You can achieve or conquer anything it throws at you,
you can’t quit or give up, you have got to keep on working,

look higher some way, some how you are going to make it.

David Cook

changing leaves

The changing leaves of autumn colored brightly red and gold,
Also bring a warning of the coming winter cold.
As the wind is changing from the milder summer breeze,
You can feel the difference as it echoes through the trees.

As I shuffle down the path leading through the park,
As the days grow shorter now and soon it will be dark.
I realize that life is like the seasons we live through,
Life is like the changing seasons always changing too.

Basking in the warmth of life in the summer sun,
Never giving thought to when these summer days are done.
But before we realize the cold wind starts to blow,
And our basking summer sun turns colder with the snow.

Only then we realize that life has changed so fast,
Only then we realize that nothing ever lasts.
Life goes through the seasons as the years accumulate,
Many times we long for summer when it is too late.

Life is meant for living and enjoying each new day,
Life is meant for loving those you meet along the way.
Never spend your summer years just basking in the sun,
Unless each minute that you spend is with a special one.

People need each other to enjoy the trip through life,
A very special partner or a husband or a wife.
Alone you can enjoy the beauty that is everywhere,
But there is a special meaning when with someone you can share.

Life is like a changing tree with brightly colored leaves,
Your family and your friends and you can be compared to these.
In autumn when the leaves start changing colors, they will fall,
One by one until the branches have released them all.

If I be like a changing leaf among one of life’s trees,
And all my friends and family were also such as these.
And autumn was not just for me as counted from my birth,
But autumn season spoken here was for the entire earth.

Then are we in the autumn season foretold from the past?
Could the colored leaves now falling be the very last?
Are the signs and wonders now upon us really true?
Or will there be another spring when all things will be new?

I as a single leaf will someday have my time to leave,
As those who went before me leaving me to sometime grieve.
But someday in that final autumn at the final call,
Should I still be clinging there when all the leaves will fall.

I only want to realize that in this autumn season,
I had a purpose in this would and my life had a reason.
To live and love and enjoy life for all that it is worth,
But only if the lives I’ve touched had meaning and a purpose.

No one knows whose life they touch or who they will embrace,
Just by actions that they do or being face to face.
But your life will be noticed as the brightly colored trees,
As either brilliant beauty or a pile of dried up leaves.

James A. Kisner

shit

ok..feeelin a little tipsy now ..hell ya …jus came back from penang weee~~~

feelin fckin tired after all this shit, fittin in to my beloved class  fcuk it ..

jus give me a break .. enough of this shit !!!!!

i HATE PRETENDERS ..DON’T fCUKING act in front of me …

u won be given an oscar……

summer^^

summer for sure will be a season to be jolly (my summer version of christmas)

-jus catch up with veven yesterday and he told me that he’s back for summer weeee~~~~~

and since he’ll be back im gonna ask him to bring me this little naughty thingi

and he’ll bring me this n this n this n more of this lol

-ding is comin back too wooottttttt~~~~~

-ill also be doin my industrial training INTERNSHIP * fingers crossed*

– catch up with jo too n told me that v should do some get  together * cant wait*

– i have also applied for a student exchange program .. i do hope that im chosen …of all d time in d rough sea, pls do give me a calm sea for a while..plsssSSSS

in a nut shell, i can’t wait for summer to come. so in a mean time ill work real hard and wait for these to come around

now, ill start reading my journals if not im so gonna be slaughtered tomoro lol

peace and luv,

bernice~~~

my babeee p

music

~sways me all around

~give me peace and grant me patient

~luv n glad to be born in a  music-based family

~ glad to have babee p when im all alone facing the world

luv bernice

replenishing

jus done with my 5 week holiday n im back here for school…lalala

jus ended my first week of class n got myself a gift , a research project actually…

i certainly have some unwired  in me …cos  i feel nth actually

a) the day i went n took my exam slip ..not even anxiety in me *bet where it goes..

b) things hav change a liitle, no more happy meals together among friens        *sure is funny*

i doubt is it the (n+1) formula being applied to my life ..maybe^*

constant change of environment certainly build some immunity in me causing me to walk along without the little voice to express my emotion.

may the grace of god brings  joy and guidance all around **peace**

bernice ^^