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My Decision

I loved and lost

Better to have lost than not, as they say

And now I wander

Choosing the path not many would take

But I take it as I go

And that is that

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Observe

Grey sky

People rushing by

Sound of thunder, rain coming

I was just there, transfixed, just standing

Watching everything and everyone move, flow

Stale

It’s Friday and I should be excited

But I’m up early instead of being asleep

Under the covers of my blanket

Keeping warm from the cold rain

I’m up preparing breakfast

Drinking coffee

Eating stale crackers

To fill my belly.

The warmth of the coffee comforts me

And the staleness of the crackers is somehow welcoming

The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

Remain Single

Is it so wrong that I prefer to be alone?

To choose not to “settle down”

To just be single for the rest of my life

To not want what most want

To just be by myself

Tell me, is it so wrong?

Showcase Your Affection

Bring forth your heart and lay it down in front of me

Show me charades of promises and tell me of dreams you have planned

Waltz around and parade your undying affection

While I read between the lines and see beyond the colors

Your mardis gras of facade I see right through

See, the grand gesture and parade is not what I want

The simplicity, the truth, was what I was after

And those two, you failed hard at

Drops

Rain drops

Tear drops

Dew drops

Droplets of happiness and sadness

Of pain and suffering

Let them fall, let them drop

Lucky Stars

They thank their lucky stars

But I have none of that

I work hard and I pray

I do not wish worries away

I do what I can whenever the challenge comes up

Because no lucky star can ever get me through it, aside from myself

Row Your Boat

Row your boat as fast as you can

The tide is fighting back but you have to try

Try hard and work hard until your arms are sore

The only way to make it is to row your boat

Her and that blue dress

Made me look like such a mess

I’d fallen for her, who would’ve guessed?

I wouldn’t have noticed her at first but now I’m stressed

Because she walks by

As she smiles and says “hi”

But now I’m just another guy

She loves someone else now, not I

And if I had known at that time that I’d feel the same

I wouldn’t have played her on this game

Now I am put to shame

As she walks on by calling his name

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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