POeTs..

well..
its English class when we're asked to be poets.
my group was me, jonas , aaron , kenric and one more person if i'm not wrong..
thanks to miss.esther of cause for giving us this chance and
leading us all these while..
thankiu !



Life..

Another Day dreaming under the sunshine,
another day gone and wasted.
Once again our life slips past the fine line,
between fufilment and fustration.



The suicidal man knows not,
of the gift he receives at birth.
takes for granted even what kings have sought,
a fool, who deserves damnation.




When death comes knocking at one's door,
only then does one truly understand,
that life is precious and worth living for,
It is beautiful, and god-given.