plant the seed;

they'll plant the seed
and help it grow
nurturing it to become
the beautiful flower it could be.

the taste of adventure
the allure of discovery
waiting just beyond the horizon
just barely out of reach
where dreams can become reality.

she'll rise up and spread her wings
as the morning sun dawns
and she will take flight
into the open skies
knowing her future has just begun.

defy;

she said to them:
let your hair down
release your inhibitions
rise a rebellion
and defy discriminations.

always taking the back road
keeping out of sight
having not a voice
owning nothing in our own right.

behind the walls we had stood
clouded in darkness as we should
according to society's norms
we must unwillingly conform.

but slowly and surely
we shall have our limelight
and we will join forces and reject
every conniving right.

stand together and stand straight
as a whole, our spirit they cannot break
triumphant we can become
as long as we unite as one.

lost, gone, stolen;

it's lost, gone, stolen
bring it back
i need it
i covet it.

where is it
i've turned the world
upside down
in the search.

perhaps i'll never see it
forever gone
lost, lost, lost
and so alone.

but i thought wrong;

yeah, and so i thought
but i thought wrong
so much that it hurts
and is quite unbelievable.

but still, all will be well
it will continue on
i will learn to let go
and live without.

mannequin;

just a mannequin
controlled by strings
held by the hands
of another.

she'll do his bidding
mechanically but willingly
just to be in his graces.

but she is only being used
without gaining an ounce
of love, appreciation, adoration
from him.

she will become broken
an empty pile of wooden sticks
once her use has dissipated.
and he will continue on
forgetting his mannequin lover.

little girl;

what happened to that little girl
who dominated the front
holding down the fort
her knees buried in the dirt.

she has started to change
to grow up
leaving behind childhood fancies
and embarking upon a new path
one meant for the experienced.

make-up, guys, drama
this is what her world revolves around
the axis on which it spins
sometimes wildly out of control.

the innocence that once was
is no more.
it has disappeared gradually
as all milestones of life tend to do.

into the back drop
boxed away in the attic
it doesn't fully disappear though, no.
it will still be waiting for her
when she decides to take a trip
down memory lane
and relish in nostalgia.

and perhaps then
the little girl who locked herself away
deep inside the heart
will start to come out play
if even for just a moment.

it is then that little girl
will live once again.

even if for just a moment.

wondering what is waiting for me;

again
here i am alone
in this dark quiet room
with my thoughts.

the creaking of the floor boards
under my bare-feet
as i pad across the hallway
searching for something
what, i do not know.

i take a walk outside
to tilt my head upward
staring at the starless sky
wondering what is waiting for me.

what does the future hold for me
wherein lies my destiny
do i have a purpose
or am i simply just here?

she is the only one there again;

she is the only one there again
alone on the open road
with only the twinkling stars so very far away
to keep her company at the death of day.

there is not a sound where she is
no evening breeze to caress her hair
no moon to light upon her face so fair
but a lonely darkness dotted with specks
of burning stars.

a thunder crashes from all directions
but where, she does not know.
maybe it came from high above
or perhaps it is her beating heart
pounding in her chest
as it has for many ages.

and then she began to walk
on that open road of darkness
following a path that only her mind can see
hoping to find her heart's desire
whatever it may be.

say goodbye;

we'll say goodbye to what we once knew
as everything begins to change
the friends we were once close with
now becoming strangers
as they drift further away from us.

like the sea that changes with the tide
our own lives are nonlinear
open to many branches of possibilities.

which one will we choose?

we walk along the fine middle line
teetering on a tightrope demonstration
trying to keep ourselves up
saving ourselves from plummeting to the ground.
and if we do fall from our pedestal
maybe we will fall into grace's arms
where we can pick up the pieces
say goodbye to the past
and start over again.

the smell of freshly cut grass;

the smell of freshly cut grass
is one of my favorites
the aromatic fragrance
inflating my lungs
and uplifting my spirits.

a walk around an open park
with children and dogs running amok
on a lush carpet of green grass
is a wonderful sight to behold.

sitting in meditation
with only my thoughts
and the sounds of nature
as my only companions
sets an idyllic stage.

it is during these times in which i feel alive
in which i feel rejuvenated
and love the glory that is called life.

changing seasons;

i can feel it
the change of the seasons.
there is something in the air
that brings back memories
from years ago.

there is something about it all
that is nostalgic and bittersweet
of the times that are fading from memory
so slowly, slowly
until they are nothing more than wisps
of color and emotion.

there is something about the way
the air fill me lungs
the sounds of passing cars
and smell of freshly cut grass
in the spring of summer.

children come out to play
from within the safe haven of their homes
into the beautiful sunshine
and glorious clear skies.

life emerges from winter's death
from the cold grip of snow
melting away until another year.

paint it black and white;

paint it black and white
because there is no grey
there is no in-between
there is only here and now.

your thoughts and feelings
are officially void
you are not your own person
you have no voice.

you say this is unfair
but this is the axis
on which the world revolves
continuously
as it has been doing
for a millennium.

you can scream and shout
you can rebel and demand revolution
but change will not come quickly
especially to those who turn a blind eye
content in the prison they have created.

yes or no, right or wrong
circumstances are nonexistent
maybes and what ifs
do not have a place in our society.

save yourself the humiliation and the stress
do not give yourself a headache.
follow the mainstream, fall into place
and live as we have been living
since the moment we entered the world.

balancing act;

it's a balancing act, they say
but i seem to be failing
quite spectacularly

it's hard to stay on the middle line
teetering at the edge
at risk for falling to the wrong side

does this tightrope event ever end?
is there level ground anywhere near?

change;

is she dreaming too high
too ambitiously, to greatly
for her conservative society?

cringing with fear
they grimace at the thought
of advancement
from their traditional ways.

"it's time for change" she would cry
"it's time for our triumph" she would beat
into their thicken skulls
dusty from generations of placidity.

but can she win, can she rise above
and better the world around her?

or will the reluctance of her community
become her own enemy
and create a cage, an iron-hand prison
from which she can never escape?

to the top;

slowly getting there
up, up, up the mountain she goes
clad in nothing but
her knickers and her soul.

she's baring everything she's got
every virtue and every pride inside
to the world she will show
who she really is
truly is.

and who will be there to greet her
when she finally reaches the pinnacle
where all her hopes and dreams lie
covered in a snowy storm.

will it be a god
who will bless her
and grant her eternal salvation.

or will it simply be the sun
high above in the sky
beating down on her its radiance.
like the radiance that blooms
from the fiery determination
in her eyes

your entertainment;

i'm jumping through hoop rings
doing those circus things
tricks and unicycles
for your entertainment

do you like to see me jump around
like i'm under the imperio
bidding your every command
just to please you

enough is enough sometimes
you know?

sometimes i am tired
of being your shining star
maybe i just want to take the backseat
to this thing called life

just sometimes
only sometimes

[imperio = being controlled against one's will
harry potter reference]

he ripped out her heart;

he ripped out her heart
stomped and mangled it
until it was nothing
but a broken, empty shell

he left her lying there
on the cold, damp ground
dry as a bone
as she could cry no more tears

abandonment is what she felt
and betrayal is what he inflicted
on a girl who gave her all
to him

but unlike him
she would heal
she would forget the horrid memories
and bury the past forever

he would go on with the knowledge
of beating down a person at their worst
toying with his prey before going for the kill

in time
they would go their separate ways
until the meet again
before the ultimate judge

take a breath;

take a breath, take a breath
and stop, halt time
even if it is in your own
little world.

smell the flowers
smell the world
and all its wonders.

see what you have been missing?
missing your entire life?

just stop everything
put down your busy life
your ringing off-of-the hook
blackberry with its thousands of emails.
put down the endless thoughts and chatter
that run relentlessly in your mind
of everything that you need to do
in the small amount of time
that you don't even have.

stop, stop, stop
you need a break
really, you do.
when would ever enjoy
what the world around you
gives you each and every day?
retirement is a long way off
for such beautiful memories
so why not stop, stop, stop
and make them now?

hello two a.m.;

hello two a.m.
how are you doing
this fine early morning?

really? amazing.

myself? just dandy
thanks for asking.

love you
goodnight.

snow, snow, snow

snow, snow, snow
coating the world white
a winter wonderland
at my fingertips.

flurries coming down
slowly, steadily
upon the ground they rest
waiting to melt and die.

paper crane;

paper crane
will you spread your paper wings
and take flight into the paper sky
towards the paper sun
burning brilliantly.

paper crane
listen to what the world has to say
listen with your paper ears
and process with your paper brain.

paper crane
spread your paper wings
and soar into paper dreams.

yucky sickness;

yucky sickness.
runny nose, stuffy nose
two opposites existing at the same time
like disseminated intravascular coagulation.

so hard to breathe
with hammers pounding relentlessly
in my already aching head.

a thousand milligrams of acetaminophen
and four hundred milligrams of ibuprofen
doing pretty much naught
for my symptoms.

it'll be over soon
and until then
all i can do is suffer.

let's drive into the sunset;

let's drive into the sunset
on the thinning horizon
where the sky meets the land
to gently kiss.

a thousand miles an hour we'll go
feet on the accelerator
the break pedal nonexistent
on our never-ending ride.

when will we stop?
we will know
when we see the exit sign.

keep on plowing forward
keep on going
don't stop, don't stop.
keep your eyes on the road
and we'll make it through
to the other side
where it is always greener.

it's slow going, they said;

it's slow going, they said
trudging alone
upon a dirt-worn path
on a destination
to somewhere.

all we can do now
is keep our head above water
and look to the future
with an open mind.

masquerade;

let's go to a masquerade
and put on a face
a mask with which
to fool the world.

they will never know
they will never know.

a game of charades
we'll dance the night away
dancing between identities
for the perfect match.

and they will never know
never know.

the twinkle in their eyes
of mischief abounding
hearts pounding
of the exhilarating race.

let's go, let's hide
and leave the secrets
of our minds, of our lives
all behind.

hold my hand;

hold my hand, please
don't let go, don't let go
keep me safe, rescue me
warm me up, it's so cold.

when the sun goes down
the monsters come out and play
in the darkness of their world
falling, falling
into my own.

so terribly frightened
quaking in fear
please don't let go
of holding my hand.

keep me safe, rescue me
warm me up, it's so cold
don't let go, don't let go
keep me safe
warm me up
hold my hand
don't let go.

i am lying here;

i am lying here
beaten down, on my knees
recuperating my losses
as the voices cry out silently.

barely reaching out
blood stained hands
of who's
i cannot recall.

the battle is all but over
the fires raging out
the smoke rising
extinguishing all
the screams and shouts.

time to let it go
and fall fast asleep
letting the darkness overcome
like the sea, endless deep.

tug-o-war;

just a taste, she said
to know what i will be missing
to know what i will never have
or ever see again.

no, he said
it is wrong
you are out of your mind
and completely delusional.

don't be cruel, she cried
don't deny me what is rightfully mine
even though you promise everything
to another.

away, go away, he demanded
you are not worthy of my time
of anyone's time
and most definitely not worthy
of my love and devotion.

i will never wrong you again! she pleaded
just give me one more chance
and i will change who i am
to be what you want me to be
and what you most desire!

no! never! and begone! he demanded
i don't want a subservient lover
i want a friend, a mutual companion
someone to share my secrets with
not to be used in blackmail!

i'm sorry, i'm sorry, she resigned
i never meant to hurt you
i never meant to wrong you.
you cannot forgive a simple mistake?

mistake, you call this a mistake? he asked
you are completely lost
you play with fire without protection
and you dig yourself a hole
no, go away, go away
go far away.

she sulked away into dark shadows
and he moved forward into bright daylight.

marriage, babies, and more

marriage, babies, and more.
boy, am i late
and completely light years
from these commodities
unlike many of my peers.

to some, this is food and shelter, a need
for me, these are very scary considerations
and definitely not a need nor want
now, or ever.

"you have to get married one day" so says she.
but why?
i am relatively content right now.
and besides
i get bored too often, too frequently
for such a thing to last
"till death do us part".

maybe time will change my mind
and my heart
and my biological demands.
maybe i will welcome them with open arms
or hide away in fear.

we will see
what the future may bring.

it is early morning again;

it is early morning again
or late afternoon
depending on your circadian cycle.
and again i sit here
unable to sleep
though probably due to my own faults.

i spend these times
languidly lying around
thinking, hoping, wondering
about so many things
which my brain can hardly
comprehend.

the things i need to do
the things i should have done
and the things i probably will never do

what contemplating thoughts
will my brain concoct
tonight?

rescue me;

i've become lax in my duties
trudging behind
grudgingly and without passion.
what has brought me to this place
this existence
that i absolutely abhor.

"pull me out
and help me"
i scream
i shout.
but will no one listen?
will i have to rely on nothing
but the two hands before me?

but sometimes
we all need help
to get to that pinnacle
where all the success lies.
so where are you
when are you going
to rescue me?

winning marathon;

i want to run, run, run
with my feet pounding on the asphalt
the perspiration dripping down
dancing with adrenaline
like there's no tomorrow.

all the problems
and all the sorrows
will slip off my back
forming miniature puddles
everywhere i go.

a release that i can relish
and beat out my frustrations
to the tune of my sprinting feet.

i can run, run, run
away from my demons
the dark particles of my soul
that should never give into temptation.

the race is on
ever always in motion
and ever always trying to come
first place.

it's my life
it's my choice
it's my winning marathon.

another ripple in the sea;

another ripple in the sea
to set the course again
another path to lay
hand me the driving key.

the breath you breathe
once in a lifetime
to alter the entire course
of history.

a butterfly effect
to distort the future
that was never meant to be
lost endlessly.

in another place, another time
maybe in the present it may arise
the endless connections
a myriad of possibilities.

draw yourself out
out of the fantasy
keep you feet planted
in our reality.

i can't wait to grow up;

"i can't wait to grow up"
we all once said
as little children
oblivious the world.

we all wanted to grow up
so very fast.

but now that we have reached
adulthood
what do have to say for it?

college, bills, responsibility
a different perspective on the world
that was once so different
from before.

childhood was precious
and precarious
but we were all too willing
to let it pass
to slip through our fingers
like a sieve.

no more are the days filled
with playing outside
enjoying the warm sunshine
with friends and lemonade.

summers are no longer carefree
always looking forward
to what pretend games will bring.

slaving away at work
earning money
is what it has become.

innocence has been lost
as we are thrust
into real world.

how many times have we now wished
to have heeded our elder's warnings
to enjoy being a kid, to enjoy life
and see things through the eyes of a child.

how many times have we now wished
to turn back time
and return to that wonderful world
that becomes lost to us as we grow.

but time is linear
and all we can do
is enjoy the memories
and move on forward.