Survive

Sometimes you wish that life would end,

Sometimes you want to stop.

But you must hand on,

You must survive

and go like a spinning top.

Sometimes you want to live,

Sometime you want to continue.

It's very hard to resist the pain.

You want to leave so bad.

You wish you have hope and strength

Like you've never had.

When you revive;

When you get hope and strength,

Pain will leave

And you will surely survive.

Storm Within

Like a brewing storm,
Slowly it grows from within,
Catching us unwire,
Rising from the unknown.
Springing forth from our inner abyss,
Lasing forth like angry thunder,
Chariots of clouds build our view.
Nothing is seen;
Nothing is known.
The storm grows and flows.
Dangerously, it runs through dark path;
Hands reach out for support.
We are like lost sailors in the middle of the sea.
Nothing is seen;
Nothing is known.
The storm grows and grows.
Finally! The storm collapses, destruction that destroys itself.
Wind, lightening, thunder;
Frustration, rage, confusion.
The creation of hate.

This poet is about getting yourself lost. When you get lost, you can go to the place where there is darkness. No on can determine where you will end up. I compared storm as hate and darkness because who like storms and storms bring out death. Storms are created to harm people. In this poet, I like to use simile because it has great use of it. For example, “We are like lost sailors in the middle of the sea” (13) At the end of this poet, the storm collapses, which brings happiness; it clears your way to go to the right path.