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"Epilogue"
Jul. 5th, 2014 12:56 amThis is the untold story of fairytales.
And what happened after the ‘happily ever afters’
The princesses have left the castles,
The princes have peeled all of their masks.
The animals have turned back to their true forms.
The kiss ended.
And life is now devoid of its magic.
And what happened after the ‘happily ever afters’
The princesses have left the castles,
The princes have peeled all of their masks.
The animals have turned back to their true forms.
The kiss ended.
And life is now devoid of its magic.
Look at the kites
Thin and frail, still flying
Over people, reaching new heights
If they fall, pull them up and keep trying.
The design is too fancy
But it’s the foundation that matters
What would you do with a kite decorated by flowers,
If with a slight gust of wind it shatters?
Note:
This was written at the time when I was on the lowest of lows and I was feeling quite down because I feel like everything around me is out of my control. It’s quite silly and shallow but I wanted to feel slightly stronger than I was at that moment.
Thin and frail, still flying
Over people, reaching new heights
If they fall, pull them up and keep trying.
The design is too fancy
But it’s the foundation that matters
What would you do with a kite decorated by flowers,
If with a slight gust of wind it shatters?
Note:
This was written at the time when I was on the lowest of lows and I was feeling quite down because I feel like everything around me is out of my control. It’s quite silly and shallow but I wanted to feel slightly stronger than I was at that moment.
He holds her like
she’s bound to break any minute.
He kisses her like
she’s going to disappear in a blink of an eye.
He touches her like
there’s always a time limit.
He loves her like
she’s about to die.
//070514//
Note:
This poem is inspired by a fanfiction which really captured my heart and then shattered it into microscopic pieces. It’s romantic but really quite tragic.
she’s bound to break any minute.
He kisses her like
she’s going to disappear in a blink of an eye.
He touches her like
there’s always a time limit.
He loves her like
she’s about to die.
//070514//
Note:
This poem is inspired by a fanfiction which really captured my heart and then shattered it into microscopic pieces. It’s romantic but really quite tragic.
Do you hear it?
The soft patter of raindrops
Falling slowly down the window of your car door.
Do you like it?
The little circles created by your giddy hops
Over the puddles, on the flooded floor.
Do you see it?
The tiny sparkles it creates under the light before mops
Come and wipe them off once more.
The soft patter of raindrops
Falling slowly down the window of your car door.
Do you like it?
The little circles created by your giddy hops
Over the puddles, on the flooded floor.
Do you see it?
The tiny sparkles it creates under the light before mops
Come and wipe them off once more.
Wanderlust
May. 20th, 2014 01:00 amI want to explore every nook and cranny
of the world we live in
I’m sure there are wonders out there too many
for me to even count them.
I want to be the bird who can fly anywhere
and everywhere he desires to go
I want to see what happens there
On the other side of the world.
I want to jump over the Great Wall
and see the view yonder
I want to dine in a huge banquet hall
to hopefully eat forever.
I can see people, I can see stars,
Every beauty and every flaw
I think this world’s better than its neighbor, Mars,
because we live in it.
of the world we live in
I’m sure there are wonders out there too many
for me to even count them.
I want to be the bird who can fly anywhere
and everywhere he desires to go
I want to see what happens there
On the other side of the world.
I want to jump over the Great Wall
and see the view yonder
I want to dine in a huge banquet hall
to hopefully eat forever.
I can see people, I can see stars,
Every beauty and every flaw
I think this world’s better than its neighbor, Mars,
because we live in it.
Falling Stars
May. 15th, 2014 01:01 amShe smelled of smoke, a freshly lit cigar,
She is your own falling star
You made a wish, she fell for you
Because that’s what falling stars do.
She looked like a work of art, full of colors,
Drawn from imagination, in your mind, opening doors
She grabs your hand, you let her lead you away.
You are absolutely certain, she will crumble any day.
She’s a beautiful star if you stare at her from afar,
She will go anywhere with you, even in your rusty old car,
She’s a falling star, already dead,
She could have a life, but chose to make your wish come true instead.
She is your own falling star
You made a wish, she fell for you
Because that’s what falling stars do.
She looked like a work of art, full of colors,
Drawn from imagination, in your mind, opening doors
She grabs your hand, you let her lead you away.
You are absolutely certain, she will crumble any day.
She’s a beautiful star if you stare at her from afar,
She will go anywhere with you, even in your rusty old car,
She’s a falling star, already dead,
She could have a life, but chose to make your wish come true instead.
I can’t sleep.
I closed my eyes but I still can’t sleep
I’ve got the burden of secrets I need to keep
They’re on my shoulders, weighing me down,
I opened my eyes, and put on a frown.
I still can’t sleep.
I was drowning in water, struggling to breathe,
I couldn’t swim above, although my body was agile and lithe,
I was on the edge of a precipice, holding on with a finger
The fear of falling and death continued to linger.
I need to sleep.
I am desperate for air, lend me some
I am all alone, no one would come
Darkness engulfs the whole of me
With no one to witness it and no one to see.
I fell asleep.
Finally.
I closed my eyes but I still can’t sleep
I’ve got the burden of secrets I need to keep
They’re on my shoulders, weighing me down,
I opened my eyes, and put on a frown.
I still can’t sleep.
I was drowning in water, struggling to breathe,
I couldn’t swim above, although my body was agile and lithe,
I was on the edge of a precipice, holding on with a finger
The fear of falling and death continued to linger.
I need to sleep.
I am desperate for air, lend me some
I am all alone, no one would come
Darkness engulfs the whole of me
With no one to witness it and no one to see.
I fell asleep.
Finally.
Time flies like a rocket to space
Encompassing every meteorite, every star,
With no certain destination as long as it takes flight.
Time goes by like water in a swift coursing river
the raft you’re in wobbles as it goes with the waves
but just hold on and it won’t take you away.
Time passes like a ghost in a room full of people
unnoticed, unrecognized, just simply there
Not knowing it’s with you all along.
Time fools you with its tricks
Like a magician whose secrets he won’t ever reveal
Time is an illusion, a trick itself
Where every second is like a lifetime and every day is like a blur.
You hold Time as it holds you.
Encompassing every meteorite, every star,
With no certain destination as long as it takes flight.
Time goes by like water in a swift coursing river
the raft you’re in wobbles as it goes with the waves
but just hold on and it won’t take you away.
Time passes like a ghost in a room full of people
unnoticed, unrecognized, just simply there
Not knowing it’s with you all along.
Time fools you with its tricks
Like a magician whose secrets he won’t ever reveal
Time is an illusion, a trick itself
Where every second is like a lifetime and every day is like a blur.
You hold Time as it holds you.
There’s nothing I’d like more
than to grow isolated
Away from the noise, away from the people,
away from everything I hated.
I want to run away and never come back,
I want to live life all by myself.
I want to join the clouds and the sun in the sky,
I want to stay in my own shelf.
But as much as I want to stay in isolation
something keeps me here.
I want to see the people laughing,
even drinking from the same can of beer.
I want to witness a love unfold
before my very eyes,
I want to see people cry, in happiness or sorrow
with no masks and no lies.
I want a time for myself
and a time to see the stories of others.
I want isolation for now but soon I’d like
to see how daughters became mothers and how brothers became fathers.
than to grow isolated
Away from the noise, away from the people,
away from everything I hated.
I want to run away and never come back,
I want to live life all by myself.
I want to join the clouds and the sun in the sky,
I want to stay in my own shelf.
But as much as I want to stay in isolation
something keeps me here.
I want to see the people laughing,
even drinking from the same can of beer.
I want to witness a love unfold
before my very eyes,
I want to see people cry, in happiness or sorrow
with no masks and no lies.
I want a time for myself
and a time to see the stories of others.
I want isolation for now but soon I’d like
to see how daughters became mothers and how brothers became fathers.
Stop to Smell the Roses
May. 8th, 2014 01:05 amFor once in your life,
stop to smell the roses,
don’t just pass them by.
It might be a surprising treat
for your clogged noses.
Go ahead, take a deep breath and sigh.
Stop to smell the roses
while they’re still here.
You never really know.
Maybe tomorrow they will wilt,
the things you once held so dear,
withered by summer and frozen by snow.
stop to smell the roses,
don’t just pass them by.
It might be a surprising treat
for your clogged noses.
Go ahead, take a deep breath and sigh.
Stop to smell the roses
while they’re still here.
You never really know.
Maybe tomorrow they will wilt,
the things you once held so dear,
withered by summer and frozen by snow.
Existential Crisis
May. 5th, 2014 01:06 amIt’s a sudden thought that crosses your mind
as you go about your life, wandering.
It hits you like a ton of bricks, only to find
that you don’t even know why you exist.
It’s that horrifying thought of not getting anywhere
because you’re not as good as anyone.
You suddenly start to think about everything and care
for the littlest things you have done.
How did I get here and why did I make these choices?
No one really knows the answer.
But I look around and see all these faces,
And realize that no one really knows me but me.
I don’t know what I was born for,
but I am forever ready for the answers.
I know there’s something more
than what’s already here.
as you go about your life, wandering.
It hits you like a ton of bricks, only to find
that you don’t even know why you exist.
It’s that horrifying thought of not getting anywhere
because you’re not as good as anyone.
You suddenly start to think about everything and care
for the littlest things you have done.
How did I get here and why did I make these choices?
No one really knows the answer.
But I look around and see all these faces,
And realize that no one really knows me but me.
I don’t know what I was born for,
but I am forever ready for the answers.
I know there’s something more
than what’s already here.
A short fact about myself
Is that I don’t like animals.
Those furry little creatures
I really don’t consider as pals,
Are not as innocent
as everyone thinks.
They’re sly, they’re mad,
Them and I don’t really mix.
I think it started one day when
I was running an errand and a dog bit me on the leg.
I ran home crying to my mother
It didn’t really hurt, but it brought me down to my knees to beg,
I said, “God, please let me live,
I’ll leave those animals alone I swear.”
And I did.
I think it’s only fair.
Ever since then,
I never dared to touch any animal again.
But I was born in an animal-loving family.
We had dogs and a few cats.
I don’t like them around the house,
So they were leashed and caged, because they’d probably pee on our mats.
How crazy are dogs?
They’d jump on you when you come home,
They’d bark at no one, for no reason at all,
They’d even tear at the new couch’s foam.
They’re a mess.
And so I liked them less.
How insane are cats?
They’d jump on your lap while you’re eating,
They’d pee and poop wherever they please,
When you have food in your hands, they’ll keep staring.
They’re cute when they’re kittens,
But to touch them, I had to don mittens.
But one day I felt so lonely.
I have been having a terrible day.
The cat slowly walked up to me,
Its eyes were shining, as if asking, “If I may?”
I raised an eyebrow,
Then it bumped its nose on my toes,
I smiled,
At least someone cares I’m at the lowest of lows.
The dog then jumped on me,
And surprisingly, I didn’t mind,
Because its soft eyes held mine,
And they were nothing but kind.
The next day, I found them both beside me,
And I cried because neither were breathing.
Sometimes the best companions are not people like us.
Maybe they take in a different form, like dogs and cats.
Is that I don’t like animals.
Those furry little creatures
I really don’t consider as pals,
Are not as innocent
as everyone thinks.
They’re sly, they’re mad,
Them and I don’t really mix.
I think it started one day when
I was running an errand and a dog bit me on the leg.
I ran home crying to my mother
It didn’t really hurt, but it brought me down to my knees to beg,
I said, “God, please let me live,
I’ll leave those animals alone I swear.”
And I did.
I think it’s only fair.
Ever since then,
I never dared to touch any animal again.
But I was born in an animal-loving family.
We had dogs and a few cats.
I don’t like them around the house,
So they were leashed and caged, because they’d probably pee on our mats.
How crazy are dogs?
They’d jump on you when you come home,
They’d bark at no one, for no reason at all,
They’d even tear at the new couch’s foam.
They’re a mess.
And so I liked them less.
How insane are cats?
They’d jump on your lap while you’re eating,
They’d pee and poop wherever they please,
When you have food in your hands, they’ll keep staring.
They’re cute when they’re kittens,
But to touch them, I had to don mittens.
But one day I felt so lonely.
I have been having a terrible day.
The cat slowly walked up to me,
Its eyes were shining, as if asking, “If I may?”
I raised an eyebrow,
Then it bumped its nose on my toes,
I smiled,
At least someone cares I’m at the lowest of lows.
The dog then jumped on me,
And surprisingly, I didn’t mind,
Because its soft eyes held mine,
And they were nothing but kind.
The next day, I found them both beside me,
And I cried because neither were breathing.
Sometimes the best companions are not people like us.
Maybe they take in a different form, like dogs and cats.
In a Room Full of Blinking Lights
Feb. 23rd, 2014 01:08 amTake a drag out of that cigarette,
And let that smoke permeate the air
Close your eyes and soon you’ll get
The smell of smoke in your hair.
In the dingy corner of the busy streets
You slowly lean by the grimy wall
On your neck a hemp necklace sits
You are patiently waiting for a call.
You enter the bar with a baleful smirk
Then you dance with a handsome stranger
In the dark you leisurely lurk
A shot of whiskey in a hand, a smile with a promise of danger.
You drown yourself in the blinking lights
As you pivot your hips to the sound
You seek for that permanent light as hard as you might
The one to bring you out of the dark and lift you from the ground.
And let that smoke permeate the air
Close your eyes and soon you’ll get
The smell of smoke in your hair.
In the dingy corner of the busy streets
You slowly lean by the grimy wall
On your neck a hemp necklace sits
You are patiently waiting for a call.
You enter the bar with a baleful smirk
Then you dance with a handsome stranger
In the dark you leisurely lurk
A shot of whiskey in a hand, a smile with a promise of danger.
You drown yourself in the blinking lights
As you pivot your hips to the sound
You seek for that permanent light as hard as you might
The one to bring you out of the dark and lift you from the ground.
To Make a Poem
Feb. 20th, 2014 01:09 amTo make a poem you should
patiently browse a dictionary
for the most beautiful words to string together
save it for the time you should marry
so you could whisper it to your lover’s ear forever.
To make a poem you should
learn to observe your surroundings keenly
hear, see, touch and smell like you’ve never had before
so if you find the love you’re searching for patiently
you will appreciate the littlest things more.
To make a poem you should
have feelings you hold so dear
let them out in words, voice it out if you could,
because everything disappears when hidden in fear
just as anything would.
To make a poem you should
just let it all flow
the words, the phrases and silly punctuation
because you’ll honestly never know
when life will give you ultimate exaltation.
patiently browse a dictionary
for the most beautiful words to string together
save it for the time you should marry
so you could whisper it to your lover’s ear forever.
To make a poem you should
learn to observe your surroundings keenly
hear, see, touch and smell like you’ve never had before
so if you find the love you’re searching for patiently
you will appreciate the littlest things more.
To make a poem you should
have feelings you hold so dear
let them out in words, voice it out if you could,
because everything disappears when hidden in fear
just as anything would.
To make a poem you should
just let it all flow
the words, the phrases and silly punctuation
because you’ll honestly never know
when life will give you ultimate exaltation.
Five Seconds to Heartbreak
Nov. 27th, 2013 01:13 amOne,
He takes her hand,
On her cheeks her tears will land.
Two,
She whispers goodbye,
He regrets his lies.
Three,
He stares straight into her eyes,
The girl he used to despise.
Four,
She lets go of his fingers,
But the smell of him lingers.
Five,
Finally her tears fall,
He knows it’s too late for another call.
He takes her hand,
On her cheeks her tears will land.
Two,
She whispers goodbye,
He regrets his lies.
Three,
He stares straight into her eyes,
The girl he used to despise.
Four,
She lets go of his fingers,
But the smell of him lingers.
Five,
Finally her tears fall,
He knows it’s too late for another call.
To Edward With Love
Nov. 27th, 2013 01:11 amYou’re a force to be reckoned with,
My dear, Edward,
Our love moves against the current,
Everything has been so hard.
All the things you do, even the littlest quirks,
I could never be more fonder,
I swear I’d never forget,
Now that we’re torn asunder.
Words have failed me,
I’m overwhelmed with pain,
Another step forward in the opposite direction,
Will cause me my bane.
My dear, Edward,
Our love moves against the current,
Everything has been so hard.
All the things you do, even the littlest quirks,
I could never be more fonder,
I swear I’d never forget,
Now that we’re torn asunder.
Words have failed me,
I’m overwhelmed with pain,
Another step forward in the opposite direction,
Will cause me my bane.
