And now...for a random collection of poems!

Yearbook - Megan Koh

We quietly think

The thoughts of our age,

The thoughts that unlock

Each trial they made.

Yet silence brings naught but false hope left to rot,

So speak what we be,

Finding words that agree.

Agree to make more and agree to speak out?

Our words will create

More noise than a shout.

So shout we our thoughts

For a change,

For a part.

We won’t leave this world

Without leaving our hearts.

~ ~ ~

No Longer - Megan Koh

Take what I am,

Take who I be,

Take who I love,

Be contrary.

I start my dreams,

You steal them all,

You run my life,

My life you stall.

Do I have life?

Do I have breath?

All thanks to you,

I am not let

To run, to leap,

To climb, to FIGHT.

I always run,

Am put to flight.

I turn around,

About my face,

For you do not,

Control my fate.

So gag my mouth.

My cause, I speak.

I am now strong,

No longer weak.

I stand my ground,

Firm and alone,

My body strong,

Strong to the bone.

~ ~ ~

Hearts - Megan Koh

I tried.

I cried.

When they

Tore You

Away,

I strayed.

We may

Not go

Back home.

We had

It all.

So glad,

We were.

Carefree,

So pleased...

Each day

Better

Than before.

Powers

Defied

Our love.

Towers

Of strength

would shove.

We fought

To not

Let go.

Our love

Is all

I know.

But then,

They killed...

Killed...You...

They’ll kill

Me too.

Before

They kill,

Torture

Comes first.

The thirst

For You,

The pain

It grew,

But I

Still see

Your face.

Decree

My death?

That's grace.

Torture

Can last

Only

So long.

Soon, I'm gone.

I see

The sun,

The rain.

We run,

Are lain

On sand,

Guiltless,

Painless.

Your face,

Unmarred,

Unscarred.

You trace

Fingers

On lips.

Never

Did they

Ever

Let me

See you

Again.

But when life leaves me,

I will not lightly

Let go of your hands.

I'll stand with you.

And our King,

To sing,

His praises.

Raise His,

Name on high.

And there, in security,

After all the pain that we've been through,

I can say that...

I still love you.

Write on!

Clove

P.S. Was that too drab and mawkish for you?  Here, have one of my favourite (with a 'u' because British people are awesome) poems that I found on the internet:

Mustard - Anonymous

Let us go, then, you and I,

While the night lies in the sky,

Like a smear of mustard

On an old

Pork

...pie?

M.u.s.t.a.r.d.f.t.w.