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!

58. Now, I’m awake.

I close my eyes,
and I hear the goodbyes.
Yet I still fall asleep,
there’s no use for this to be kept.

Timelines we’ve breached,
as to your hands I reach.
The yearning is stronger,
even so I fall harder.

Memories I forget as I wake up,
I search for someone to make it stop.
You reach out to my cold hands,
and write something for our secret bond.

I rise up,
and I climb the mountain top.
Now, I am awake,
for you, this love, it’s what I take.

*inspired by Kimi no Na Wa (yes, yes I’m late) [even so the scenes from the movie were so familiar ;;;;; where did I watch it?]
*no photo for this one (please listen to Bump of Chicken & Radwimps)

56. Spring Days are coming.

The train tracks disappear just like you,
that I felt like I’ve been hit by the train too.
I miss you.
This heart of mine can you please sew?

When I reach the destination,
I still have hesitations.
I climb up the stairs just to find,
this thing we have, if you don’t mind.

A carousel outside whirls,
like how my heart for you just swirls.
I really miss you.
Yet you’re not here and everything’s blue.

I continue to live but everything’s dull.
Peacefully, I can sleep when you lull.
Imagining you alone near the ocean’s shore,
with eyes so sweet and with that smile I adore.

With the pile of struggles, I collapse.
Searching for you to make me stop.
Yet when I see the sun set,
my memories come back to how we’ve met.

There’s meaning in my life with you.
Please remember that I answered I do.
I miss you, I miss you.
You’re not walking alone too.

I hope you know this.

That with you, I’m at peace.
Amidst the darkness,
you’re the light who saves me from this mess.

With you, everything is blooming.

Towards you, I’m really falling.
I miss you,
and I will see you soon too.

If this winter ends,

Spring days will be purposefully sent.
Someday, sometime, we’ll bloom.
I miss you I know you’ll end this gloom.

*inspired by BTS (and their song ‘Spring Day’)
Check their music video for the song:  BTS – Spring Day
*inspired by a photo of Park Jimin (too Sakura ;;;;;;;)jiminnie

54. The confetti pops and it’s lovely.

From the dark, I came out.
With hope, I entered to scout.
Yet I didn’t get a single chance,
That for so long, in despair I danced.

There came a long time of melancholia,
where things became severe with some phobias.
The fear of failing, fear of falling,
everything seemed so dark and annoying.

But I realized I wasn’t alone,
there is someone who hears me bemoan.
The streaks of nothingness became pastel,
to the lovely blue and pink I fell.

I then came to realize I’ve been wallowing so wrongly,
that I never actually see this place is lovely.
The confetti pops and I look up gratefully,
I am never walking alone surely.

*inspired by BTS (and their concept photos asdfghjkl;!!! I am excited, okay?)
*inspired by a photo of Park Jimin (this is too beautiful, okay? SOB;;;)

Park Jimin Concept Photo.jpg

51. You cannot see the sword.

A/N: Not related to that Korean drama, uhh- nope. :P

We’re all used to the smiles and cheers,
even when underneath there’s just all tears.
We shun out the ugly and dirty,
when they’re the ones who need help, really.

Optimism is something we cherish,
even if the good things just perish.
Even if we’re haunted by the past,
with this we know we will last.

We all have different swords,
Pierced or not, they’re tangled in cords.
These are aches and hurts in our life,
we’ve battled everything in a strife.

This is why we must be careful,
and stop becoming a hard-headed fool.
Because physically, we might all look okay,
internally, there’s a sword which stays.

There’s various amounts of pain,
and sometimes on the shirt we wear they stain.
You cannot see the sword, my dear.
But to the one who’s pierced, it’s very very clear.

Let faith become a standard.
That there will be someone even though it’s hard.
To pull out that sword that’s piercing,
who can see it and remove it while falling. ❤

*inspired by *whispers* Goblin, that K-Drama we’re all hooked, I know but please watch Hwarang too, they all look good oh, ah, it’s good I mean. :P
*no photo as my aesthetic inspiration for today