The lecture hall.

 As I entered to the hall, the lecturer wasn't there. I heard whispers from people, chatting in a low tone within themselves. I was lucky no one among them gazed at me. I marched myself to the corner of the hall and found an empty seat. Seated alone like an orphan, i sat on it and began to study the faces of the rest, but unfortunately all were unfamiliar.
My eyes grew heavy because of the work they did. I buried my head on the desk and began sinking from one thoughts to another. I became blind and deaf at the moment, then I heard a soothing voice spreading its venom into my ears. At first I thought it was a dream, but the voice grew loud and rescued me from my meaningless thoughts. I lifted myself up to a sitting posture, and then I realised was an unfamiliar face, standing up straight like a tower. Her face glowing like the new moon, and her eyes twinkling like the stars. She wore jeans and shirt, well fitted on her silky skin. "Hello" she said. For the moment I was quiet, busy drinking her body from the sky to the earth. I composed myself and replied. " Hey, how are you doing?" I cried. Am good. My name is chelsea, but my friends call me chuchu. She held her hand and I raised mine. The two hands welded to each other. "Can I have a seat with you" she said. There was an empty seat by my left, desperately in need for someone to sit on it. "Yeah sure" I said, and she sat on it and began to arrange her books on the desk. "My name is Devon" I announced to her face. We started to exchange words in a comfortable way that took us to a world of friendship. We talked about ourselves and our families. At the midst of feast of words we were having, the lecturer emerged and made the conversation came to an end. Those that took a journey to some seats, return to theirs, and every chat in the hall dissolves into pieces of ashes. The hall went silent like an abandoned grave. The moment the lecturer started, all brains were lent to him, and we were all racing to catch his words. The lecture took us forever and we were all lost at the end.

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Waking up and finding out that the world you were meant to be was gone along with your hopes and dreams. What will you do? On what will you lean on? Or will you just stand still like a statue and wait for your ticking clock to stop? We should learn how to forget our past, because the past consist of myths. Some past events wake up some sleeping tears, but we should learn to endure them because everything in this world is not meant to last forever and that's why we call the recent activities past.
The past is always yesterday, and the future is in every heartbeat of the clock. March yourself to your dreams, up to the peak of it, and gaze at your hopes and wishes. No human will deceive you and discourage you by your failure of the past. Go deep into yourself, where the good treasures are kept, and bring them out to fruition. Release the tragic past and head to the path you always dreamt of.. No dream is too big, but by weakening your soul, every dream would be too large to fetch.

My dreams

I lay on my bed to be absent for a while, but nothing happened. We are two in the room, me and my dear bed. The night was old, a whisper of wind would make it to fall to the past, but still a sign of sleep is nowhere to be found. I roll and make a stop, lying on my back and my two living eyes, up; gazing at the ceilings. I dug into my thoughts and began to think on so many things that were useful. Among the bunch, I figured out one among the rest, which I think is the most useful. Who am I? This is the question. Am I a loser or a dreamer trying to accomplish his dreams and be a winner? I don't know, and I think nobody wants to fail, but the action to perform a hard work, and save yourself from losing is the most hardest thing to do. Patience is the rule for everything, but me and you don't have it. I wanted to be a writer in a day, but that's impossible. I tried more than hard to learn how to write a name, but I end up inventing mistakes all the time. "We learn from our mistakes". Mistakes corrects, but not all knew about it. Who am I? I am the person that wants to be a writer. "Writing looks very simple, but its more difficult than it looks" says a writer. I am suffocating, running out of air, but I won't stop till I become a writer. I started to love writing since the day I can't remember, and I will learn to write the names of those that said "I can't and I should stop" . I am on my feet, ready to cross the obstacles. I pray to be a writer by God's grace. With Him all things are possible.

Lame night

Eyes open widely, but it seems they are useless. It's dark like a realm of darkness and blank like nothing. The birds are dead or so I think, because the sky is silent like a grave. The streets are hungry, with nothing to feed them. Humans and the rest of the beings hide under roofs until this time has passed. I was the only one awake. I jogged, strolled and ran through many places in search of a being to make the night taste good, but I was not lucky to find one. So I turned myself around and headed back to where I started. I came to my room and stood still at the door, sweeping the room with my living eyes, but nothing looked inviting. I drove myself to my bed, and sat on it. I picked up a pillow from the bed, and hugged it like a baby, cradling it to make him to sleep. I paused in that posture for a long time that I can't remember, and I began to think. I lost myself in my thoughts, busy creating a lavish life that I wished would come to fruition. And before I knew, my eyes grew heavy and were buried under my lids, and I was half dead for a while till the morning birds sang a song that soothes the ears of a new day.

My lost love

I don't have enough words to write about you. My knowledge of writing is just a year or some months I think. I would like to describe your looks to the readers, but the words are not calm and beautiful as you are. You are lost and can't be found, but I am lucky to have seen your picture. The silky skin that shines like a diamond buzzed my view and made my eyes stand still gazing at the indefinable face of yours. "You look beautiful" I comment. I wish you were here close to me. I wish for a thousand things, but you're the queen of all wishes. I love you and I will till my dying days. I am stammering, suffocating and clueless. I have reached the limit of my ability to write more, till I gain more experience to continue. Love you my lost love.

I met a friend

I prayed for the day when a special being would appear. And today the prayers were answered. I met a girl I called a very good friend, but I was uncomfortable the moment I set gaze on her cute face. I froze like a statue unable to reply to a word she said. "Hey" she announced, but I was lost in thoughts that weren't mine. I answered the moment I composed myself, but my voice was cracked like I was being chased by a deadly creature. I tuned my living eyes to hers, and examined the beauty that was hers. She started the conversation while I stood still watching her teeth marching according to the order of army, all in white uniform. She continued and made the conversation episodic, and all I could say was nothing. I prayed until my dying days for some rescue, but no being appeared until I started suffocating from the scent of the perfume that she wore. A friend emerged to save this confused child. "Whew" I said in my mind, and began to relax because I knew I was about to leave and head toward a different world, and that's what happened. I left the field of her peripheral and departed to a comfortable world.

A wasted life

Disturbed and confused by my own thoughts.
The thoughts that argue within themselves.
Confusing a daft brain into confusion
and disturbing the mind into disturbance.
Drunk with regrets, because the thoughts
brought back the shadow of the past.
A wasted life.
The life that got busted since at the beginning.
The past was full of hopes and dreams that were real.
But today, the life of a young lad
was demolished and vanished like it never existed.
Who am I?
I am nothing but a piece of a blank sheet.

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