A game

The empire whistle,
The captains meet,
Rules and regulations laid,
Flip the coin to see who starts.

She will run to join the team,
Catch up with what she missed,
Recite what the empire's message,
Cheered the team loud and clear as one.

The game starts,
We start the battle,
We put on a fight together,
Together with heads held high.

The whistle was blown,
It's half time already,
We drank plenty of water,
Awaits time to recover.

Should we lose,
We will do fighting,
Should we win,
We will with pride.

It's time to resume,
The game starts all over,
We put in all efforts and energy,
But the truth stings like poison.

We lost the faith,
To carry on the fight,
A mistake we shouldn't,
But we learnt them hard.

I kept on trying,
I became persistent,
Hesitant no more,
I was pushing my limit.

We were about to catch up,
We were about to get even,
But the whistle indicates the end,
Maybe not our day today maybe tomorrow.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

The Spirit

I am losing my game of sport,
I am losing the battle I fought,
I can smell my victory at my lowest,
And I will for I could put on my very best.

I stepped out full of pride,
My heart filled with smiles,
Spirits lifted high in the air,
We had fun though life's not fair.

We put on our gear,
We cheered our team,
And get over all our fear,
To get up all set to get mean.

The atmosphere,
The opponents all set,
The spectators looking on,
And us trying to fit in.

We are babies,
But we didn't cry,
Instead we gathered strength,
We put a tough fight and stay strong.

That's the spirit,
So here's the spirit,
We will keep fighting,
And we will always carry on.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

My Efforts

I tried so hard,
So hard it hurts,
But it didn't matter,
They never could get it.

I am still nobody,
No one knows my name,
My efforts remain unseen,
They are blinded by sweet talks.

Sweet talks that poisons,
They are never genuine,
She do it for the sake of it,
Never out of her willingness.

Her immaturity is her excuse,
I kept my temper and get accused,
The truth is I had enough of this sh!t,
But no one knows for I kept in silence.

This silence no more,
I have to let this out,
The silence killing me,
I can't hold any longer.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Good Morning

Good Morning sweetheart,
You greeted me with a big smile,
The sweetest smile I can ever see,
My heart smiled as you kissed me.

I slept in your arms,
Felt so warm and safe,
Breathing in you breath,
Taking in what you took in.

I woke up to admire you,
You looked like an angel to me,
I admired your closed eyes,
Your nose and everything else.

I ran my fingers
Through your features,
I touched your lips
It moved to kiss mine.

I knew you are the one,
The first time I saw you,
You are different I just knew,
Tell me do you feel the same?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts