Reality and Fantasy.

To the point where the line

Separating reality and fantasy are blurred,

Let's find out own happy ending.

Others may reject us, shun us, or

Even try their best to separate us,

But please, don't falter to their demands.

In order to find the perfect place,

Let's cross the borders that separate

"Fun" and "normal".

I'm sure that some day, we will find

That perfect society meant for us.

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.

The Guest.

{Ahh, I feel like I'm going to slap someone in anger soon. People at school, both the faculty and the students, are so... Annoying? Over dramatic? Stupid? Honestly, I just want to stop being nice to them; if they think they can be a jerk yet still expect me to smile and disregard their comments, who are they kidding? I just want this school year to end.}

The wind blew, flinging a whirlwind

Of sand and rocks to the window.

Although the outside environment

Was noisy, restless, chaotic,

The interior of the building was

Silent, a thick atmosphere filling the air.

The storm raged on and on,

Until finally, there was a knock at the door.

The father, the main arc of the family,

Quickly opens the door, greeting the

Unfamiliar guest with urgency in his voice,
Ushering the man to step in to the house.

However, before the guest could be led

To the living room where the majority

Of the family was, a trigger was pulled.

BANG BANG!

Shot at the heart, the father soon was not able to breathe.
As the family rushed to the scene,

They see what has become of

Their father, her husband, in that very moment.

They ran.

Gun powder landed everywhere,

Covering the furniture, dirtying the floor.
The once lively house was now covered
In blood, the family portraits stained with
A horrid, deep red substance.

"Four dead, one more to go."

The youngest daughter, a five year old,

Hides under her bed, hoping not to be found.

"Come out come out wherever you are!"

Taunted the murderer, feeling at ease with

His latest doings.

Unfortunately, the little girl, being as young as she is,

Let out a whimper, and was immediately found.

One final bang was heard, followed by

The creaking of the back door slamming shut.

The storm was still brewing outside,

Blocking out any noise that could be heard

From the inside of the house.

Those screams, loud and haunting,

Suddenly ceased at the dawn of the new day.

And then everything went quiet.

If you...

{I... I think I did good on the audition. @w@. That, or the teacher loves to give mixed signals. xD}

No matter what, I'll always be

Your follower, helping you in

The best way I can for you to

Find your success.

If you become a hideous creature,

I'll follow you, looking for a cure.

If you become a star, I'll

Look for different ways to catch up

To your ever glowing hue.

If you decide to leave me in order

To follow your dreams and to

Seek your fortune, so be it.

I won't stop you from leaving me... Us.

But just know that I'll always

Follow you, even to the depths of Hell and back.

Maybe we grew apart during our

Time together; we found out how the other

Truly acts and how the other truly feels.

Or maybe we just didn't connect as we thought we did.

What ever the reasoning, it won't ever change

The feelings that I feel, and have always felt, for you.

If you become a an elderly man,

I'll become your elderly woman.

If you get married to the woman you love and... She isn't me,

Then that's fine. I'll be your first supporter.

Just... Remember to smile.

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.

Cliques.

There's the popular group,
The antisocial group,
The band geeks and nerds,
And finally, there's you.
Which group do you fit in to?

Are you preppy and enthusiastic?
Or are you down to earth, mellow
About the world?
Or perhaps you have an interest
In music, or in the arts of writing!

In order to make friends quickly and easily,
Are you ready to change your personality
To fit those categories?
Or do you still need time to settle down?

Time doesn't wait for anyone,
A factor we all must get used to.
Should you run out of time to decide
Your "category" and clique,
Just be yourself - you're bound to find others.

Utopia.

{Ohnoohnoohnoohno. Project isn't saving correctly. ;AA;}

A perfect world, a perfect place
Where everyone is equally free,
And no one is ever hurt.
A society that is better than the rest,
Simply because they chose to live
In equality, and to handle problems
With direct care.
A perfect place deemed by others,
A place with many problems hidden.

To smile freely in such a world
Should be a given, yet to be happier
Than the rest is almost forbidden.
Everyone shares the same pains,
The same sorrows, the same happiness.
Life is constricted, beaten to a pulp.

The delinquents don't exist there, or rather,
They do, but are reformed into a different person.
Or perhaps discarded of in secret order to save
The community's reputation.
Instead of mourning for the loss however,
Life moves on, without anyone knowing
Of that devastating crime.

A vacancy has just opened up
In that town.
Would you like to move
To your utopia?
Just be careful not to lash out;
Who knows what might become of you?