72. You probably should chase the shooting stars.

This night isn’t different from the other nights,
where dreams are where we travel to various sites.
We fly without the wings,
where we’re accepted and understood as equal human beings.

However, there come times,
where these dreams to others are like crimes.
Wrong and unreliable,
where the human standards are indiscernible.

These days are the painful ones.
It’s where to nothingness we run.
These are the nights without the stars,
and we reveal our hearts full of scars.

But if we have dreams why do have to stop?
we all have the desire to reach the hearts’ true top.
So no matter what, we’ll chase stars above,
even if there’s pain, all we have to do is love.

To the shooting stars, we will chase.
Unforced and to each of our set pace.
To us who fulfill all our dreams,
loving continuously, so it seemed.

I was afraid of what others may say (I still am). But how will I reach my sky if to myself and to my dreams I always lie?
Let’s start!

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71. The fire burning says farewell.

The dream was to reach the stars,
and ignore the mighty scars.
The goal was to touch the sky,
and somehow be able to fly.

Storms passed and drought started,
revealing certain things which kept you stranded.
Until you see the fire waning,
saying goodbye to all that’s brewing.

But this isn’t exactly the end,
because the goodbyes will start to mend.
Restoration of purpose and life itself,
and to the vital ones you’ll delve.

So the fire burning says farewell,
but you won’t enclose yourself in a shell.
The idea is not to show your progress,
not regretting more or less.

This is the best realization I’ve ever encountered.
Goodbye to the unimportant ones.
Come!
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70. We leave those metaphors.

I used to write about the stars,
and people forget about the scars.
Because with dreams we feel secure,
and escaping seemed like the cure.

I was speaking about the sun,
to hide the truth of the waning fun.
I think the past was about hiding,
hiding the pains which until now sting.

When everybody sees you as okay,
I think that’s when they decide not to stay.
I felt that strength comes from within,
yet this is the loneliest I’ve ever been.

But now, I leave those metaphors.
and I drop the pretense, of course.
Yes, I was and I am not okay.
but I will fight and in this course of life, I’ll stay.

Things will fall into place eventually, one step at a time.
:)

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69. The colors fade and darkness consume it all.

Right and left, everything’s bad.
what’s with the news? again, something sad.
What do we gain from all these hate?
can we still unite or it’s too late?

The sparkling lights disappear,
even the rainbows become unclear.
Yes, the sun still rise from the east,
but the darkness still consumes like a beast.

Details of war are splayed upon us,
each of us has an opinion to pass.
Yet the most essential thing is what we forget.
where we need to become advocates for peace to be set.

Blaming isn’t the best solution,
it’s not even from assuming through race or religion.
The terror brought by any act of destruction,
this is where everybody must focus with determination.

The colors with fun can’t be seen at all,
but in darkness we must listen to the call.
We must not give up and protect the peace of everyone,
until the pains and the reasons of these will be gone.

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68. Yes, sometimes it stings.

I don’t even know why,
but there are times I want to cry.
Maybe because the world wants me to be directed,
to a place they all (except me) wanted.

Ever since the younger days,
to the standard I don’t usually stay.
I get to like things others do not,
until I grew older and felt I did not make the cut.

Now I’ve become more precise with my interests,
and my strength in pursuing is always put to the test.
“Are you foolish?” is what others ask me,
until in my head I ask, “Yea, what’s wrong with me really?”

I get that these type of inquiries are from curiosity,
but my mind stirs and re-creates a reality.
A realm where what I like isn’t right,
so showing my interests is what I fight.

Sometimes these inquiries transform to statements.
also I become a talk of entertainment.
I’m asked what do I get from what they call absurdity,
and to be honest I, myself, can’t answer them directly.

And rarely do these times hurt,
rarely, yes, yet yes I get tear stains on my shirt.
Because even if this is a petty thing,
there are times where my heart starts cracking.

But there is no blame, hurt, nor fury,
because I do understand this is from pure curiosity.
Maybe because I became a little bit defensive,
since the world I have has weirdness to give.

So this is a thing I would like to say,
in what you love, you have to stay.
Yes, sometimes it stings.
but following and doing what you love has fulfillment to bring.

 

*I’m into Asian culture way back my grade school days and it’s hard to resist in pursuing what I like. This realm I am in makes me write poems and stories, gives me strength to perform, lets me become inspired and work industriously in my line of work, and everything else.

*I won’t give up the fandom (and the rest of my interests) that I’m in.
*Cheers to more fandom years!