Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

This life is so empty. As a vessel with holes in bottom. Emptiness is all I see and found. Though I seeks volumes and mass Emptiness is what I got in return, Am tired of running around Seeking things I treasure and valued This life is so empty and vague My dreams are stolen and snatched. Little hopes of brighter tomorrow, Have been carried away in doubts. Am tired fighting this endless battle Of despair and boundless suffering Am tired of seeking a comfort here In this dark rivalry world of ours. In the night my mind confronted me, In daylight snares overshadow me, Scars is all I got to show after all. An emptiness of me        Of thoughts and          Of deeds

Your  First Maths Class at Class Four? ?.. Certainly you must be kidding around. Or maybe something went wrong with your mind today.. Haha certainly it wasn't the first time I sit in mathematics class. I would had be a fool if I said vow on it. Here's why I consider it as my FIRST Mathematics Class: As mention earlier I was in class 4(always the smallest in class) back then. I sat in usual place the 1st bench ( never got a chance to sit in second & back benches) our class teacher is Sir Bosco(he is not from our same community i.e Mao) who teaches us mathematics..Being in class 4 we are requisite to speak only in English in school and anyone caught speaking other dialect is made to carry a chart written DONKEY until he find next person.. Wow a Human Donkey is approaching us friends and people would be willing to throw insult like "Hey donkey carry me". It was insulting yet meaningful.. To avoid being given a title donkey we add the suffix "Ting" which ad...

Lots of question in my mind. Yet none to answer to it.. Question mark all around.. What,how,why,which????? Puzzle and confused, Petrified and terrified. Could had there been an eraser?? To erase off the question in mind. It would be a wonder to tell. Lots of question in my mind. Yet not a suitable answer. Question doubles and triple. When,will,if,Is,should?? Tormented and captured. Distressed and anguished. Could had I been an absurd?? My mind would've been free Of question and ambiguity.. Let question unanswered and doubts. Fills my head and arises within. Lest I be a corpse walking along. I better be laid to rest than a corpse, Walking with no mind and soul.