Us

And I'd be lying
If I said the thought of us
Never crossed my mind.

For you are now but
A bittersweet memory
Who, only through my memories,
Can I reach.

A Thousand Lives

I dreamed a thousand dreams,
Braved the turbulent seas,
And searched hundreds of miles
In order to bring you back to me.

Lived a thousand lives
And died nine hundred and ninety-nine times,
Ventured across the vast plains,
And swam around the great lakes.

I've seen you each time,
Whether it be coincidental or not.
Be it childhood friends or
Colleagues of the same employer,
We always wound up meeting.
I fell in love with you,
And I'd honestly like to believe you did too.

Alas, fate has not forsaken us.
Each life you died,
And I was left alone.
Other times I departed early,
And the order reversed.
Each time...
The last thing I would see of you
Would be your gentle smile
Telling me what I've always heard.

"Someday, we'll meet again.
Strangers or not,
We'll recognize each other.
Smile,
I love you."

Ah, the time of our thousandth meeting
Has finally arrived.

If I were to die soon after,
Just know that
My words are the same.
What will our next encounter be like?

Future.

{I'm sorry? I find myself repeating that sentence more than I should. ;-;. Also. I SHOULD HAVE DONE NANOWRIMO.}

"Please, just bare with it for now."

"When you're older, you can do whatever you want!"

"You have no right to complain."

They say that the future holds nothing but happiness,

But I find that a horrible, gigantic lie.

While it may be true that tomorrow holds a better today,

The future can still be grim.

Who's to say that when we grow up our future will be perfect?

Although I've been told many times before to

Let go of such a dark outlook on life, I just... Can't.

A child was born and raised just hoping for a better life,

And that child grew up into a person who knows

How horrendous the future will truly be and that an

Optimistic mindset... Won't be enough to prepare you for failure.

Although a child was born,

Her hopes were dashed once the world shows its true colours.

In place of that child,

An emotionless person who sees the negative and not the positive sides of things

Was born.

Remember.

I'm worried that my future self will forget my current morals.
Sorry, but the lifestyle you may live at that point in time isn't "mine".
Please, for the sake of us, remember our current goals and dreams.
Forgive and forget are key to friends - are you making them now?
Me... I'm still the same I just hope we changed for the better.
For our family to still respect us, make good companions.
Being level-headed will help you, us really, in the long run.
Weak-minded... If you still are that is... Won't help - good luck Sandy.

Tomorrow.

I'm tired of waiting for that
One special day where
I can finally see and speak to you,
That one day later in life where
You're right here, right beside me again.
Yet... Later never comes.


I long for the moment to go back to where
My eyes were transfixed on your back,
Your body blocking out the harsh and cruel
Things the world had to offer to me.
The protection, the shield that I need so desperately right now,
Where is it?


I yearn for the day when my world becomes balanced again.
When you're right by my side, within arm's reach.
I crave for those memories to become reality once more,
And for these tears to be replaced with smiles.
I wish for the day when I can joyfully call you my father again
Without the limitations of death to stop me.
If only I didn't want these things to happen so much.
Maybe then the "later" would come sooner.

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?

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.

A Forced Dream.

{People need to learn how to spell when they use graffiti on walls. -_-}

"Doctors are always the better option."

"Any other job is irrelevant."

"Look at your cousins! They are successful."

Goals that weren't meant to be mine,

Were suddenly forced upon me.

Dreams that belonged to my parents became

Things that were given to me.

My future, the one deciding factor of my life,
Was suddenly made to be what my parents

Had wanted for their future.

In order to excel and to earn 

The most money, the best money,

Academically, failure was not an option.

An unsaid pressure was placed, only

To be loosened when other situations

Were suddenly placed on the board.

Although the pressure of exceeding

My family's expectations was an idea

I wholeheartedly rejected, it's suddenly become

A habit; something I just can't break out of.

Maybe it's better to just conform to their wish?

Throughout the years I've warmed up to the

Thought of being a doctor, to the point where
I would like to pursue the career path.

Will I be able to succeed in this choice though?

Once a forced dream, the path of a surgeon

Was once a distant goal thought up by my parents.

However, that dream has now become

The one thing I strive to do well in.

Rubik's Cube.

{I swear my teachers hate me. -_-. My math teacher docked points off of my test only because I wrote two answers, what I was supposed to look for and what he had /told/ us to put there. Then my Language Arts teacher, his wife, was trying to blame me for my friend's malfunctioning laptop. FIVE MORE WEEKS~}

Complicating, confusing, challenging.

Life is just like a Rubik's Cube.

No matter how many times we turn

The knobs, no matter how many different

Combinations we try to make,

It only takes a few simple steps in order to

Solve your problem.

Although it's easy to just give up and

To not try again, the outcome is always

The most satisfying part.

Should you solve the puzzle to
Your own life, it's up to you.

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.

Future Self.

{I've always been interested in things like time capsules... Mostly things from the past. /Likes history. So whenever I get the opportunity, I would think about what would happen in the future, and this is kind of a result. OTL.}

Are you still the same
Weak child you are now?
Or have you grown out of
Your shell that separates you from others?

What ever happened at that incident?
Did you forget?
Or did something amazing happen?
Whatever happened, are you still the same?

Has there been any changes in
Your personality? Or are you still
Unable to join the others?
Can you make it through to them?

Be strong, be free, be yourself.
Even if in the future you forget,
Just don't forget who you once were.
Those memories will bind you
To the past, to your happiness.