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What IfWhat if every person that you meet becomes your friend?
Would you still cherish them as if they were godsend?
If making connections could be done in a breeze,
Would there have been no wars, just everlasting peace?
What if every attempt that you do always ends up in success?
Would you still struggle and give it your best?
If life were that easy, would you still go on living,
Or just waste your life doing nothing?
What if every choice that you made turned out to be the right one?
Would you still look back to where it all began?
If such thing happened, will there ever be roads not taken?
Things would be too simple, there would be no lessons given.
What if every thing that you believed in turned out to be true?
Would you look forward to something unexpected, something new?
If fate served you everything in a platter,
Would you still be here listening to words of wisdom from your father?
Christmas WishJust like a kid waiting impatiently for Christmas Eve,
There is something that I really want to receive.
One wish that's more precious than everything else,
Something that would make me hear a thousand bells.
Kept in my heart,
In a hidden chamber.
Surrounded by doubt,
Slowly getting stronger.
From the moment we first talked until you became my friend,
You've always been on my mind like a godsend.
You inspired me to do things that I never thought I could,
Let me find a part of me that I believed was lost for good.
That cheerful smile painted on your face is my drug,
Whose effect is multiplied further by your friendly hug.
Is asking Santa to make my wish come true,
Really the only thing that my mustered courage could do?
My resolve is still not enough for me to take matters by my own hands,
Through the years I've stayed a coward forever buried in the sands.
Only on the yuletide season do I feel a sliver o
How Will I Say I Love You in 16 Ways?I would wake you in the morning before the sun starts to rise,
Making sure that I am the first person you see when you open your eyes.
I would make you a hearty meal served on a little table on your bed,
Watch as your face lights up with every bite and your smile starts to spread.
I would prepare the bath for you so you can start clean and fresh,
Making sure that the water's temperature is just right for your delicate flesh.
I would watch you choose the clothes that you want to wear,
Get out of the room and patiently wait until you are all dressed up, beautiful beyond compare.
I would walk you out of the house passing through our perfectly trimmed front lawn,
Opening the car door I would gesture you to sit like a queen about to sit on her throne.
I would drive the car carefully as if you were someone so fragile,
Weaving through the traffic safely for the one beside me - an angel.
I would shop with you at the mall where you used to take me when I was a kid,
Offering you a shopping spree
YouYou are that first ray of sunlight that peaks through the clouds after a few weeks of non-stop rain,
Giving hope to a land that has been forever drenched, it's prayers proved to be not in vain.
You are the first four notes of that beautiful song that loops endlessly inside one's head,
Giving color to a monochrome life that finally begins to traverse the spectrum from violet to red.
You are an epitome of that person who can make another person change for the better,
Giving a second chance to a lost spirit that has embraced failure and under it took shelter.
You are that little speck of courage that builds up in the heart as time goes by,
Giving spark to that first step, to that first try, to that first flight into the sky.
You are my light,
You are my song,
You are my guide,
You are my my courage.
You are mine,
My one and only.
You are you.
Wish Upon A StarMother Star always told me not to fall in love with a human but I guess love really moves in mysterious ways. I know that I am not supposed to fall in love because if I fall too deep I might just give up my light just to fulfill the wish of the one I love. Losing my light would mean losing my life. Then, I would end my journey with a great fall as a falling star.
I first saw her looking out the window one clear, starry night. There was something about her that caught my attention. The way she sighed as she looked into the distant horizon sent me twinkling in delight. The way she fixed her long flowing hair made me shine brighter than usual. I still remember Mother's warning but I just can't help it. I think I've already fallen in love.
Every night I would check to see if she was there and, most of the time, she was. She would just sit there as if trapped in deep thought and then give out a sigh in the end. After that, she would get ready to go to sleep.
She did the same thing fo
NocturneWhen the curtain of Night spreads across the land,
The jewels of the sky come hand-in-hand.
Whereas the Moon foxtrots into the velvet stage,
Hear the clamorous hoots from the waking Sage.
Critters shoot into the air like arrows,
While others slowly retreat into their burrows.
Deathly shades join the midnight symphony,
Witches brew and cast their spells with glee.
Princes clad in armor gallop into the woods,
Armed with steel swords covered with roods.
Save the fair maidens from the fiery dragons,
Then have their tales of courage passed on for eons.
Such things happen between dreams and reality,
Everything is inscribed in the palms of Destiny.
And when the High King of the East begins to burn,
So shall end this jazzy nocturne.
Social Scale.Nothing should ever feel guilty
about the way it breaths;
heaving hearts pressure lungs
to fall to their knees.
But what does it matter?
The hierarchy shows that we are
put in our place,
now it is time to face
our fears with dignity
and to fight for our right
to be free.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
Jesus Was a GingerJesus was a ginger and he lived in Galway Bay
he had some magick freckles and a love of Guinness Stout
Ma lived in the Village Knock
where she knit him woollen sweaters
everything was fine and dandy
until one day the Bankers came
when they told a sterling lie
that bled dear Ireland dry
so Jesus went to the hardware shop
where he meant to buy a whip
but when he did he left in shame
for he couldn’t foot the cost of tine
I hear he moved to Boston
Another Quick Poem.People often ask me if I’m mad or insane,
If I think this just some sort of crazy game,
A trial and Error fit for a king,
Acting like this is just a crazy fling,
Treating it like our love is worth nothing,
But let me tell you this,
For it be true,
Our love is real,
And it is only between me,And you.
A World That Lost it's GreenOceans crawl back to regain their turf.
We all predicted a land devoured by the surf.
And all the islands that are drowning all scream.
In a world that lost its green.
All life dragged off. Out by the waves.
The omega for the profit we crave.
A science that one chooses to believe.
Is one that houses dangers to which we stay naive.
When we face mortality down on our knees.
When humanity's sun falls into the sea.
It will be far too late to grieve.
In a blanket of algae.
We are given technology for the future's page.
Yet insist on choice fuel from the industrial age.
Choking in a cloud of certain death.
One by one we use up our last clean breaths.
Is M.A.D. what gives it it's worth?
A fitting grave for all of the earth.
Is it possible to live life fully free?
In a world that lost it's green.
With every progress
It is harder to read
I will forget crimes
You saved on my hard drive
I will forget culture
You saved as files
I am not more secure
Than papers or stones
Books do not need electricity,
electricity needs no culture -
only a comfort that stings itself.
Unnamed wolfUnnamed wolf
There is a dark
in the forest.
mercy. No sanctuary.
GlitchYou can find hidden truths in simple lines,
Even in broken grammar or in faulty rhymes.
One just needs to tap into his soul,
That, among others, is the writer's goal.
Yet for some the ink on paper looks plain,
They belong to a world for the terminally sane.
Believing only what's in front of their eyes,
Imagination and dreams to them are merely lies.
Lucky are those who can see the fault in the system,
Lucky are those who can absorb flawed criticism.
But within the borders of this fragmented society,
Things aren't really what they always seem to be.
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