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forgiveness

Forgiveness is a letting go of all negative emotions and memories, it is moving on with whatever positives remain. If nothing remains, then the relationship was all negative - abusive, even if invisibly so. For many years I had punished myself, feeling that if I forgave more fully then love would blossom; yet in truth it had never been there at all. The guilt of failure, the weight of accusing tongues, took me into a living nightmare - and my mind conjured them as grotesque bodies under ice. Yet when I learned what forgiveness is, there was nothing but water under my ice, everything was crystal clear. I had loved them, yet they had never loved me. Forgiveness brings the liberty to love again, to heal the heart, soul and mind. It is the chance to begin anew with only positivity and break the shackles of conformity. I understand why they acted as they did; I release all negative emotions associated with them; I am renewed.

depression

Walking the halls plastered with work of people I don’t know,
My friend is laughing,
I don’t know why,
All I can think is what I am doing,
I should be somewhere else,
Soaking up the sun with the people I belong with.

I get to class and sit down in the uncomfortable plastic chair,
I turn to speak to them but then I realise,
I left them behind,
I left all of them behind,
I try to picture what they are doing now,
Probably not even missing me though I miss them.

My name sticks out like a sore thumb here,
Back then it didn’t matter,
It wasn’t important like it is now,
I instantly feel judged yet the teachers are oblivious in fact,
They even make it stand out even more,
How am I supposed to fit in now…? I can’t.

I think about telling someone,
But some sort of force propels me away from the door when I pass,
Instead I put on my mask, my facade,
No-one should have to know the way I feel,
It was my choice,
Only now do I realise it was the wrong one.

And my parents my poor, poor parents,
They think they have a strong daughter,
Someone who they can rely on for doing the best for the family,
I can’t bring myself to tell them,
That I would rather have a helmet sewn onto my jumper,
I made the wrong choice.

I would be wandering the halls of a knight,
Arm in arm with the people that I have known for years,
If I had just said the different name,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Moving forward with my other schools,
With people I trust with my secrets…with my entire life.

Instead fake it,
Because if I uttered one word to my ‘friends’ they would tell,
Even if I said not too,
Then the adults will get involved and my cover will be blown,
My parents would know and would try to deny its importance,
That I should tell them the truth.


That I don’t belong in this school

starting at a new school

Walking the halls plastered with work of people I don’t know,
My friend is laughing,
I don’t know why,
All I can think is what I am doing,
I should be somewhere else,
Soaking up the sun with the people I belong with.

I get to class and sit down in the uncomfortable plastic chair,
I turn to speak to them but then I realise,
I left them behind,
I left all of them behind,
I try to picture what they are doing now,
Probably not even missing me though I miss them.

My name sticks out like a sore thumb here,
Back then it didn’t matter,
It wasn’t important like it is now,
I instantly feel judged yet the teachers are oblivious in fact,
They even make it stand out even more,
How am I supposed to fit in now…? I can’t.

I think about telling someone,
But some sort of force propels me away from the door when I pass,
Instead I put on my mask, my facade,
No-one should have to know the way I feel,
It was my choice,
Only now do I realise it was the wrong one.

And my parents my poor, poor parents,
They think they have a strong daughter,
Someone who they can rely on for doing the best for the family,
I can’t bring myself to tell them,
That I would rather have a helmet sewn onto my jumper,
I made the wrong choice.

I would be wandering the halls of a knight,
Arm in arm with the people that I have known for years,
If I had just said the different name,
Hidden from prying eyes,
Moving forward with my other schools,
With people I trust with my secrets…with my entire life.

Instead fake it,
Because if I uttered one word to my ‘friends’ they would tell,
Even if I said not too,
Then the adults will get involved and my cover will be blown,
My parents would know and would try to deny its importance,
That I should tell them the truth.


That I don’t belong in this school

Fisherman

Kerat was the model that the mere novices strived to rival. His haul could feed the cities for weeks on end. Wives would spit haughty words on their husbands, aching for a man with Kerat's skill, dexterity and wealth .They would praise his weaving for nets and hunger for his heavy but refined features. The faraway fisherman never married though, and trudged his way through war and back, through illness and back. Nothing could break him, not even the sun. The brash brown his skin mirrored was his souvenir from it. "Anakku Kerat" his mother once said ,"The girls I meet adore you, anak, kenapa kau tak mahu kahwin! Why won't you marry?" she scolded.

"I can never love anyone as much as I love her," he simply stated.

"Who?" his mother pressed on.

"The one who gives me life," he said, as he looked upon his mistress, the wide and unforgiving sea.

rain

Rain floats in gentle waves, as if gravity is a soft music from the Earth, a sweet beckoning serenade. Each drop bequeathes itself unto the cooling air - wet lifeboats in a dry sea. Together they paint a new picture around a glowing streetlamp. Light streams into the rich blue, as if seeking the sun, as if it is a song to the moon - and in those sacred drops it blooms into a star like those above. Sarah smiles, because in that moment, the water and the light have become a golden flower, an echo of life bursting into the night.

hope

Hope is alive; negative emotions are a dime a dozen. They're cheap, really cheap. They land on top of our brains like windy raindrops, covering the cells, penetrating to the innermost part, drowning out the area where love lives. They produce scenarios of distrust, disdain, and disaster. The negative emotions flood us with lie after lie. The only cure that really works is, “Hold on until the warmth and the Light returns.” Hope is alive, it just needs time to surface.

a new relationship

I don't want a relationship that's like junk food; I want a relationship that's like a healthy meal with a scandalous desert. The physical part is nice, but show me your soul, show me your heart. Be man enough to be a boy. Show me who you were born to be, not what the world made you into.

falling

She opened her eyes in shock, and she was falling. Her perception of time distorted, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only her and the sky above, the sky that seemed to swallow her whole. Her hand reached out, kissing the sky, grasping the endless crevasse of blue. Everything was a blur, a blur that swirled out of existence. Suspended in the air, she closed her eyes and surrendered herself into the infinite sky above.

Tired

I can feel the tiredness inside me like a worm, slowly but deliberately draining my life. I'm alive, but I'm not really living. I hear, but I'm not really listening. Everything seems to move in a dragged pace, all submerged into a hazy fuzz that is my vision.

Insomnia has this effect on you; it turns you into a living zombie. You've been awake and working for the last fifteen hours. Your body begs and begs for you to rest. But you can't. You must work; you must finish this now, or you will spend the rest of the night tossing and turning and stressing over it.

And then you'll get the comments, the questions.

"Why do you look so tired?"

"Get some sleep."

"You look like you hate life."

Oh, I'm sorry that it terribly bothered you that I've been thinking about how our modern society has caged us into this vicious cycle as we steadily succumb to our cruel biology and dying humanity.

sensory overload

It wasn't just the room being too loud, and a sudden headache. No, for me, it was the feeling of air suddenly leaving your lungs as you take frantic breaths, just to keep yourself calm. It was being able to hear. Every. Single. Sound around me - the voices in conversation, the cars in the road, the siren from a far-away police car, the ticking of the clock on the wall, the slamming of a door down the hall, the wasp buzzing in the room, all amplified tenfold. It was being near-blinded by the lighting, flashes of white being all I could see, forcing me to shut my eyes and keep my palms pressed into them, just as protection from the light. It was the world pressing in on me, a sudden tightness and crawling under my skin, making me want to claw it off of my bones, just so I could sit and not want to scream.

It was hell.

It was existence, for me.

carnival

It was dark enough for the owls to tuck in, but the stalls and booths set beyond her vibrated under the moonless night that the darkness was hardly remembered. Most people wandered from stall to stall, sampling mulled wine and skewered meat, fondling velvet-line hood and tokens, but Althea mulled over the sight of her pack from afar with her hands tucked in her pockets.She understood how her people worshiped the Market Carnival, the only time of the year where the day is long but the night was even longer, and the doors of her pack were open for anyone that carries their blood. They danced to the bonfire cradled in the center like flames to the mole. Beautiful girls and boys moved to the music that came from nowhere and everywhere till their foot aches and legs gave out. Where kisses were cheaper than wine, but the wine was sweet as nectar and food was spiced and the fruits were all bruised.

falling in love

When I see you, it's as if space and time become the finest point imaginable, as if time collapses into one tiny speck and explodes at light speed. It's as if my universe begins and ends with you. I could run forever, search forever, but in the end, every path leads right back to your heart and soul. I love you, always.

happiness

"Happiness is an absence of all negative emotions, my love, and the presence of any positive one; that's why joy comes in so many wonderful flavours. It's also the reason that our commercial world is so miserable and empty; we are all intelligent enough to comprehend that whilst the lure looks like happiness, it is really a terrible imposter fashioned from greed, fear, vanity, sloth and selfishness. It's like at the end of the wizard of oz, when they peek behind the curtain to see a selfish little man peddling a creaking machine, what's seen can't be unseen.

Anything done for pure and positive motivation will fill you with happiness and begin healing, painful though that process can be. It's like waking from a nightmare to find you are really covered in bruises and cut by knives. Yet from this emptying of the negative, listening to the yearning of your own soul to love and nurture, serenity comes, joy comes, laughter comes."

shouting

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. Lee watched. He watched Dean's eyes. Then he knew. The anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. He breathed in real slow. What if nothing blew up? What if there were no consequences? Wouldn't Dean have to calm down? Wouldn't the shield clatter to the ground and let the pain tumble out?

emotional pain

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. Lee watched. He watched Dean's eyes. Then he knew. The anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. He breathed in real slow. What if nothing blew up? What if there were no consequences? Wouldn't Dean have to calm down? Wouldn't the shield clatter to the ground and let the pain tumble out?

Autumn

These days her shoes had no grip. The sidewalk was always wet and the threat of rain loomed in the evenings. Mornings were dim and cold. Walks to the bus stop were slow. Edie watched as her breath smoked and rose above her. September was ending.

space

The frame around the exotic surroundings was filled with ominous brittle silence, for there was no gravity to hold us firmly nor was there gravity to supervise our zeal and minds. And guess what, we were briskly floating amidst the glistening musical notes of a serenade, emanating out of nothing, but had enrobed the brimless sparkling pool of "space". The hallowed pool of subtle light had adorned itself with the diamonds of thousand moons and of thousand dreams, for these weaved themselves on that cosmic ether of divinity......all hung in the frame of "galaxy." Taking up gigantic leaps did we traverse out that path which, though had concealed itself off our sights, was occasionally failing to bask its glory. Down were the stars and up were they. Demure, but still mesmerizing did the surroundings see as we were wafting ahead in that absolutely vast pool of divine creation.

clouds from an airplane

As the wing sliced through the clouds, Sara tried to see the remaining fragments. Clouds pooled around the great mountains, slightly changing from pearl white to a calm yellow, warmly glowing in the summer sunshine.

song lives inside

Where has the song gone when it’s over? If it’s one that touched you deeply, does it disappear from the lack of sound? Is it dust and ashes? If the song touched you within, the melody lingers behind. Perhaps the demeanor of the singer or the style captured you. Your outward intake of that song may have ceased, but the inward power of inspiration remains, and echoes in your mind. That song lives, and thrills you with pleasant emotions. Perhaps in the future, all we must do to relive that song, is speed dial emotions to “play.”

the power of love

With true love you feel like the other is the reason your life is beautiful. It is when you're lost in those eyes, those thoughts and you think of them every moment. Loving someone the best feeling because when you feel low and you talk to them, all they say is, "It will be alright; I'm right beside you."