When we were Children

We were children
Living in a world of what we
Envisioned 'adult society'
to be.
Behaving in an
utmost manner,
Speaking ever so formally,
and spending time on
matters that made no sense to us,
We forgot to be
Kids.

Yes, we carried the
dignity of an adult,
Yet had the body
of a child.
For what reason?
To grow up faster?
Can we honestly say
that after being pushed
into such a cruel world,
We found a reason to stay?
However, could we had said
that we wanted to leave?
When we were children,
it just never seemed possible
with the weight of the
Earth on our shoulders.

And now as we
rekindle our friendship,
It seems as if
Everything has changed.
We now match
the suit we bare,
and the weight of
The hearth is no longer
crashing down on us.
We've matured tenfold.

Yes, we were surely
Fools to think that
we lived in a world of
Black and white.
Now, we'll laugh at
how mindless our worries were,
and how we'll miss those
Bygone days.

We spent hours just
Reminiscing of those days
When we were only children.

Gone

I once knew a girl.
She was perfect - her kindness could light up the night sky.
But she went away one day, to a land far, far away.
Now a monster is in her place.
I don't know where she's at now,
But if she's somewhere to be found,
Please come out.

Shadow.

She chases your shadow in hopes

That one of these days, you'll turn around and acknowledge her.

But... She knows that all will be in vain.

You're someone out of her reach,

Someone who is capable of doing things

She could never accomplish.

As you take a step forwards, all she can do

Is catch up, and hope to not fall so far behind.

While you're moving towards your dreams,

She's just hoping that you won't leave her behind.

She's... Trying to prevent the inevitable, really.

She knows that soon, you won't be in her reach.

Soon... You'll be on another level,

A level too far from hers.

But she can't stop what she already started.

That's why, until she can't see you anymore,

Can't reach or speak to you anymore,

She'll keep chasing your shadow

In hopes that one day you'll be hers.

Untitled 3.

{Today marks the day I cried with my friend.}

A familiar face, nothing more.
But when I close my eyes
I can still remember the memories we shared.

Those times when we laughed,
Not caring who heard.
And those moments we smiled,
Not saying a word.

We joked, laughed, talked.
All on the same subjects.
Our conversations were different,
Ranging from serious to hilarious topics.
We were happy.

Now, we pass by each other each day
Without any form of acknowledgement.
We've become strangers so fast,
It's a bit frightening don't you think?
It's as if the only way to tell
That we were once friends is from our memories.
Tell me, do you even remember them?

We once had a past together.
I'm not sure who broke it apart - was it me?
I just hope you didn't completely forget.
Even though I remember everything,
I'll act like I know nothing the next time I see you.

Please.

{Because I get this feel all the time and I can't.}

That smile, it kills me inside.

Don't direct it to another girl,

Only show that face when you're with me.

Almost like a child who receives a toy,

That look provides me sustenance, the energy to live.

It's become something I can't live without.

It's become something I want to keep with me.

But what if you start to show that smile,

A private expression between the two of us,

To another person?

She's prettier than me, smarter too.

She's everything I'm not – athletic, graceful, funny, you name it.

I wouldn't be surprised if you fell for her;

She has everything... You would look for in a girl.

It's like she's the majestic and beautiful swan

And I'm the ugly duckling in the stories and fantasies given to children.

Except this time, the ugly duckling doesn't have a happy ending.

Please, just don't be closer to her than you are to me.

Don't show her your secret facial expressions

Or the voices you make when it's just the two of us.

Don't include her in our inside jokes,

Or tell them to her first and exclude me.

Please... Don't replace me.

Soaring through the Sky.

Soaring through the sky
High above the damage and destruction
Humans have instilled on earth
Let's try to at least preserve
This still beautiful part of the world.

Although light pollution and
Green house gases have changed
The sky into a near unrecognizable state,
We are still able to change the
Fate of the sky - provided we act fast.

Let's stop emitting those putrid
Gases that intend to destroy the air,
And start replanting the
Trees that give fresh air.
By cutting off the lights, the stars
Will shine once again through the night sky.

Although this may be a slow
Method, the effect of it will
Be big; wouldn't it?

Flight.

{Just got back from my trip~ So tired. @_@. I might have ad-libbed just a little on the red eye flight - we never went on one before. xD}

There was once a time
Long ago where we were happy,
And when nothing else mattered.

We looked at the stars on
Our red eye flight,
Our voices semi drowned
By the purr of the airplane.
The stars glistened and gleamed,
Far brighter than any we had ever seen.
No one complained,
No one interrupted.
As our fingers touched the window,
We pointed out the stars and the moon,
One thing was certain:
We were happy.

It's amazing how time
Can change so much
In as little as six years.

Untitled.

{So I finally saw the video of the bus monitor being bullied by teenagers. I don't remember EVER being that rude when I was around their age. And even now I don't think I'm like that. Growing up I was taught to be respectful to elders, not call them a "fatass" or giving them the finger every second. If I wasn't respectful enough? A slap on the arm. Even if my parents' way of teaching was a bit... Harsh, it worked didn't it? At least I have the decency to be nice to the elderly. Although the whole thing may be resolved, or at the most semi resolved, now, those children still made a huge negative impact to society. No one should harass someone, regardless of age, because of their weight, sexuality, looks, or mentally challenged they are.}

There may be doubts,

There may be worries.

Although fear may overcome you

At the darkest of times, I just want you to

Be able to reach towards your dreams.

Don't worry about the others who may bring you down,

Rather, start thinking about what to do once you get to 

The finish line.

Acquaintance.

We aren't friends.

We are just acquaintances with a background.

In the past, the times we

Spent together were times to be valued,

But now that we've both grown up, our

Friendship has deteriorated into nothingness.

It may have been memorable in the past,
But now with the passing times and

Changing seasons, our time became wasted.

Maybe it was my fault, or was it yours?

No... It was both our faults; we let this happen, 

Knowing the consequences.

We let go of the one strand of friendship we

Both had left for each other, letting it fall downwards,

Into the deep abyss.

Whenever I look back at our times together,

A pang will appear in my heart but I will be able to brush it away.

But the regret and memories will always surface

Whenever I see your face.

The face of a mere person I used to

Be close to.

Flying Towards Dreams.

{Can I learn a song in one day? Absolutely not. Will I fail? Definitely. But hey, at least I tried to enter~. Also. How do people make titles?! Mine fail so badly. xD}

Like a pack of birds

Let's fly towards our dreams,

Soaring through this vast, unlimited sky.

As long as we try our best

And pick ourselves off the ground

When and if we fall,

What could possibly go wrong?

We may be too afraid to gather the

Courage to stand up and shine,

But once we do, we won't stop.

We will keep pursuing our dreams,

Letting others see our talents,

And get one step closer to

The sky.

Maybe we won't all succeed,

And maybe we will crash and burn

Along the way.

But what good is a dream if we don't

Try to reach it?

Rather than giving up when we are

Half way there, we should keep going,

Pushing thoughts of failure out of the way.

Let's make our dreams come true and

Soar through the air, showing off our confidence.
We're flying high to the sky
Like the birds we are.

Fame.

To be well known in
A world that cares for
Nothing but looks and
The amount of money you earn
Is something that can benefit
You and the people who
You surround yourself in.
But could this only be a
Plague set by yourself?

The thought of being
Known in the community
Is overwhelmingly amazing,
Yet overwhelmingly bad.
Bad publicity and scandals
Might be a daily occurrence,
And your life is suddenly restricted.
Can you live with the pressure
Of being "perfect" in the eyes
Of others every day?

Atmosphere.

Do I belong here?
In an environment filled with
People I'm acquainted with,
Why do I feel so out of place?

Maybe they have more bonds
With each other than I will ever have,
Or maybe it's that through this
Short period of time they've been
Together, they are closer than
I am to any of them.

Should I try to be closer to them
With this meek and shy demeanor?
Or should I just stay here,
Alone in my own atmosphere?

Family Time.

{For around a year, maybe more, I've been following this amazing artist on Deviantart - Yuumei. She's a university graduate who draws an amazing web series, Knite. In a few days, it's her birthday/college graduation.  But that isn't the point. xD. In here, she tells us of how her father can't come over from China in order to attend her graduation/birthday. For three years, she has waited for him... And he still can't come over. After reading this, I started to wonder just how much of my family time I take for granted.}

A distant home.
Although "family" is in the room,
They seem to be nothing but strangers.
Our conversations are short and our
Time together is limited.
Is this the family time we all should have?

Although we have occasional greetings
Among ourselves, a hi there, a hi here,
We show no further bonding.
Is what we are doing right?

Caught up in the new age technology
And with the friends that I have made,
I've forgotten what it's like to bond
With my family members, the ones
Who will be gone in future years...
The ones that I will miss most.

Instead of falling deeper into this
Addiction with technology, lets
Put an end to it now so that
We can enjoy the time that we're
Given to spend with our relatives,
And to not waste that precious time.

To be given these moments and take
Them for granted when others
Aren't able to even acknowledge it
Seems like a terrible crime.

Leaders and Followers.

They say that bright individuals become
The leaders of tomorrow, while
Average students become the
Followers.
But in reality, who is bright and who is average?

Just what separates us into those categories?
Is it our academic success or our personal merits?
Or is it simply the amount of money we possess?
Are we judged solely on those categories?
Does equality not exist?

Regardless of our grades and social standing,
If we are based only on that and placed into
Groups of "bright" and "average",
Are we really being judged for who we are,
Or are we judged on who they believe we are?

If we take a closer look on things,
Who is really the follower?

That Road.

A familiar, unused road
That others fear to travel.
Although it leads them to happiness,
The road to originality is unheard of.

Is it simply because we are afraid of
What other people think of us that
We avoid this road?
Or is it because of something else
That is unheard of?

Instead of being dependent on
The things that others do,
Why don't we separate from that
Group of individuals that are
Doing their own thing, living their
Own life, having their own personality?

Are we really so afraid of wandering
Off on our own that we have to hold
On to these training wheels?

No matter how cliche it sounds,
Just live your life the way you want to.

Standards.

{I should be sleeping I should be sleeping I should be-- Forget it, let's just write at 11pm. OTL} 

Have we all lived up to the
Expectations that life gives us?
Or have we all failed miserably
In trying to morph our personalities
Into those that are not us?

As we grow older we discover
Just how much society influences
The standards of beauty in our lives.
Every move taken at that point on
Is taken hesitantly - given clear and adequate thinking.

Should you follow the others and
Be well liked with the majority,
Or will you be yourself and
Be liked by only the minority?

Whichever side you pursue, the
Fact remains that life will suddenly
Get harder, less free.
But no matter what happens, just
Don't lose yourself in this mess that
The world has wedged into our minds
On the standard of beauty.

Behind the Smile.

{I just got back from my school field trip! It was such an amazing experience to be able to go camping, something I'd never done before. : ). I never did realize how dependent I was of things such as showers though... OTL.}

Behind this smile I'm
Breaking down and sobbing.
No matter how much I
Show a happy expression,
I can't change my feelings inside.

Why must this happen to
Only me when everyone else gets away?
Is it because life hates me,
Or is this how I have to atone for my sins?

Should I keep faking my personality
So that society can accept me?
Or should I be myself, even more
Isolated from everyone else?

When can I truly smile a
Happy smile, and feel
Like myself?

Prompt 2

{Unoriginal titles for the win. OTL.

Poetry Prompt: Write a poem using the following start: "What good is a day..."}

What good is a day if
The sun doesn't shine
Or if the birds don't sing
Their daily melodies?


Can that day be perfect?
Can that day have meaning?
Or does that day turn into
A horrible disaster?


Will we, as humans, be able
To even survive a minute in that world?
Filled with superstitious people all around,
Will a day so different from the norm be
Looked at warily?


If the sun doesn't shine
And the birds don't sing,
Does that mean that the day
Is imperfect?

Prompt 1.

{Decided to actually write to a prompt. This was probably one of the hardest things I had ever written.

Prompt: Write a poem about something that has happened to someone you know.}

Premature death.

Unable to see your newborn nephews

Before they were even able to see... To feel life.

The blow of knowing this may have

Hit stronger if it was the first time.

Separation from groups,

Not being able to fit in.

Trying so hard to be "like the others"

Yet still trying to show who you are as a person.

Tell me, is it hard to

Live that way?

Or has it already become a habit to you,

Living as someone you might not be?

We may have drifted apart as friends,

But just know that

You seemed to have been my
First friend, one of my best friends.

You are stronger than you think.

What Am I?

You use me everyday,
Yet you fail to give me recognition
For my efforts.
Although I'm the one to put up with
The struggles and frustrations you have,
Although I'm the one to take your
Anger and mistakes in whole,
Why am I never recognized?
Am I really just
A piece of paper to you?