For A Class

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

There was a boy

John was his name

Despite being noisy

He was my fav.

Dealing with him

Was not so easy

Maybe that’s why

I was affected so deeply.

Sugar and spice

And everything nice

He sure added

A twist to my life.

An experience

I would never forget

So memorable

Fifth years are the best!

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A Calm Storm

Something ripples Inside of me Wanting to burst Like a storm at sea. The waves crash As if in a fight The ripples exude A strange light. Is it always calm After a storm? If so, Why don’t I feel so? Like a raindrop On the sea Will I be lost Similarly?

In A Foreign Land

Unknown city

Unknown land

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

Thoughts Of A Nyctophilliac

Unknown city

Unknown place

Time moves fast

At an unknown pace.

White rooms

Have slanting roofs

Tall towers

To look over what’s ours.

Leaves turn brown

The rain comes down

The old stone still stands

Pride and honour of this land.

The night never sleeps

Streets never end

Forever alive

This foreign land.

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