Who is he?

There is someone trying to creep into my heart...
He call my full name which only my father like to call.
He make me laugh even when I am stress out.
Because of him, my staying away from my family is bearable.
Because of him, work is enjoyable.
His jealous face when I speak or help other guys, make my heart gone mad.
His reddened face when colleagues tease us, make me want to hug him tight.
He sang "you are my sunshine" for me.
He asked "want to go out sometime on the weekends?".

But who is he and where is he?
When will he say those things to me?
When can I feel like I am an apple of someone's eye?

Madness

When everybody is gone, I want to sit down and rest.
I am so tired of life. But I am too afraid to lose it too.
I try very hard to keep it in good shape.
My body seems well but my mind is deteriorating.
I hope this will not become worse.
I pray all my heart out to live in better life.
I am going crazy if this thing continue.
I am getting crazier and crazier.
Please someone make it stop!!!!!!!!!

tOdAy!!!

Today...
I let someone find me in my secret place.

Today...
I give someone a map to my resting cave.

Today...
I show someone the grave of my broken heart.

Today...
I am free from loneliness.

Today...
I am healed to be hurt again.

Today...
It's a new day
And I am gonna embrace it... ... ...

My Resting Place

Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing out of sight,
My friend of friends, whom I shall miss
He is not banished, though, for this-
Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.

Thought I shall walk with him no more,
A low voice sound upon the shore.
He must not watch my resting place
But who shall draive a mournful face
From the sad winds about my door.

I shall not hear his voice complain
But who shall stop the patient rain?
His tears must not disturb my heart
But who shall change the years, and part
The world from every thought of pain?

He is not banished, for the showers
Yet wake this green warm earth of ours.
How can the summer but be sweet?
I shall not have him at my feet,
And yet my feet are on the flowers.

By Anonymous English Poet

Mulfunctioning...

I let my eyes close
and it never open up to anything since then!

I let my mouth keep quiet
and it never voice out a thing since then!

I let my brain rest
and it never work again since then!

He made my heart cry
and it never stop since then!