75. It’s the night that rivals you.

The time we dedicate to sleep,
that’s when my thoughts go deep.
Thinking about things,
I pry away the darkness they bring.

The moon shines bright, full.
I try to be happy and let other’s be fooled.
Because at night is where it begins,
when my thoughts become severely mean.

Yet the moonlight reflects and kiss my face,
saying, “Honey, there’s not so much bad days.”
It’s sweet and the moon smiles serenely,
it’s this solace at night that fights calmly.

So yes, the night rivals you.
It makes me whole and calm too.
The quietness of everything settles at night,
even without you from my sight.

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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!

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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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!

66. If you’re not understood, still be good.

I’m walking on a path of diversity,
where I like things differently.
And most of the time, it’s confusing,
so some say things a bit hurting.

But it’s fine, and it always be,
since the impact of the habits, others can’t see.
Though there are times when it hits,
when the words sting and it’s pain I meet.

The words also eat me alive,
and nothingness is where I thrive.
Yet physically, everything’s good.
Even if with the aches I happily stood.

There are times where I’m asked to act differently,
and I get anxious because this is me, actually?
Then suddenly I realized they wanted me to act mature,
and yet I am? Youthfulness has no cure.

Maybe you see me as playful,
but in reality I am no fool.
The amount of childlike things I have is huge,
But I strive for wisdom and perseverance in a deluge.

So even if I am different, it’s okay.
With these interests I have, I’ll stay.
Age isn’t a hindrance to explore,
I’m looking forward to what this life stores.

It begins today.

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