A forever friend

A friend walk in when the rest of the world walks out.

Sometimes in life,

You find a special friend;

Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.

Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;

Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.

Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.

This is Forever Friendship.

when you're down,

and the world seems dark and empty,

Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world

suddenly seem bright and full.

Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times.

If you turn and walk away,

Your forever friend follows,

If you lose you way,

Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on.

Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.

And if you find such a friend,

You feel happy and complete,

Because you need not worry,

Your have a forever friend for life.

Morning

Waking up to the streams of light, seeping through blinds like a disguise of fright, at night didn't sleep, only morning did I peep and wake up from something deep, ecstacy unreached, cleaned what felt dirty with bleach

At a loss

I have been working as a network salesman for nearly ten months. My job is to promote software products on forums, websites, here and there, to be exact, to do everything that can attract potential customers to our websites, thus bringing sales to our department. However, from time to time, I'd ponder over whether it is the job I truly want, whether I am suitable and qualified for my current job, a job I'd never thought I would take up after graduation. Full of zest and anticipation, I came to Shenzhen in late June last year. Fortunately, I got the job offer soon. After getting the admission notice, I felt no hesitation to refuse the other two or three job interviews, as I was very confident of being qualified for the job, of making great achievements, and above all, of making great progress. Yet, looking in retrospect, I think I am a loser. I can do nothing but some work concerning product promotion. Compared to other promoters in the company, what I do is rather superficial, or say skin-deep. No one is to blame but myself. I ought to have sought for help the moment I realized it was not the one that suited me. Being engaged in the job I dislike is the reflection of not taking responsibility for my superior, and for myself. After knowing I had the intention to quit my job, my superior had a chat with me. She said she'd try her utmost to change a kind of job for me, like website editor, customer service, document writing or customer contacting. However, she still suggested that I feel free and courageous to do promotion work to the fullest. I was very grateful to her, yet I didn't give her a positive reply. I am at sea as to what suits me, what does not. I find my confidence gradually fades away. I don't want to waste time any more, though I am still very young. I have been working hard all the time and I have clearly known nearly all the promotion methods. But I felt helpless to adopt them very well, or rather, make full use of them. Though sometimes I can see optimistic effect, I know my drawbacks more clearly than anyone else. I show little interest in the job. I can't find enthusiasm and fun in my job. I'd depict my job as simple repetition, lack of creativity and innovation. And this is just what every job needs most.However, I will once again give myself some time...Everything is difficult before they are easy.

Story Of Our Lost Friendship

wonder y people get lost along da road
somtymes for gud..but mostly for da worse
which creates in da heart a big huge damage
nd still in ya heart its always da old image
nd wen u wonder y? ... juz creates a rage
a promise of bein der wid each other for ever
is like a forgotten statement thrown nd forgotten somwer
man its juz messed up
thinkin hw much we spent time together
nd now we neva bother to even remmember
hw we stayed up together on da last night of december
we used to be best friends
thinkin we wud go on strong wid no dead ends
wad has happend to all dat now?
u nd me like perfect strangers wonderin how?
u wer der for me readin my rhymes nd screamin out wow
i was der wen u smoked ur 1st puff of seesha
but u wernt der wid me wen i puffd my 1st weed
we did things no 1 else wud do
u had my back wen we got into trouble, yeh kept me intact indeed
we did wad we wer meant to do on dat street
kept dissin, kept it all alive wid em hustla's beat
ur dreams of me reachin grammys
nd my dreams of u der watchin me
whether we still talk or whether we still see
its da story of our lost friendship,
but like me n u always told ''me nd u, forever hommies! ! ''

Lost

I’m lost at the crossroads
and even don’t know the way
I’m heading for.
My feature is filled with many changes and uncertainties.

I’m lost in my mind
and even dare not think too much
about my prospective.
My dream can be too far to realize.

I’m lost in myself
and even all the troubles and obstacles
push me to the end of hope.
My courage and confidence abandoned me mercilessly.

Just like a kite without line.
Floating aimlessly in the sky
and never know the final destination,
until the day I fall to the ground.