My Ideal Home

An essay written for school assignment~ It was my favourite. I tried not to edit the mistakes just to preserve it the way it is.
   

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Have you ever wonder how many ideal home one can have? An ideal home should be a home which one really wants to be in. But, is it possible to have more than one ideal homes? My answer would be that it goes with the age.

          When I was a very young girl, I stayed in a wooden house. The house was surrounded by trees. There were hole around the house. People from outside could peek at what my family was doing. The floor could squeak, laugh or worse - break. I never dared to look outside the window because my imagination could run wild that I could see an old woman staring from the trees. That kind of home is scary for a young girl I was. So at that age, my ideal home is a house so perfect without any old ladies, no trees, no holes and no floor.

Too Much

So Much,
               Your curiosity of me,
               Your eyes following me,
               Your hands holing me tight,
               Your voice echoing in me over and over.

So much. So much.
                    Your honesty that hurts,
                    Your actions that throbs,
                    Your words that strikes,
                    Your caress that soothes.

So much. So much. So much.
                          The face that constantly appears,
                          The voice that constantly heard,
                          The touch that constantly felt,
                          The sight that constantly dreamt.

     I'm missing you,
Just you,
          Though even for me,
       It's too much......

Succumb to the Dark

I remember that day very well,

When I was still a perfect kid,

Coming home from the tiring exam,

With a big grin on the face.

I scored a lot, I told,

Proudly I went on and on,

Though I remember just then,

That I've mistaken one.

Useless came the word,

Though as light as the mouth says,

When it reaches the ear of a kid,

How his heart darkened as heavy as a whale.

Like how whales gobbles her food,

The heart was slowly devoured,

By the light, simple useless of a word,

That shattered the soul of a kid.

And thus the kid grows,

As imperfect as it can be,

With false and lies as his company,

To live up to the cursed word,

That leaves him with no salvation,

And never to be in his limelight again.