Thursday, April 29, 2010

We'll Go Be Heroes.

You're a dope. And you're a bonehead. And you're... shirty!

Thanks to all,
who made me feel,
loved,
and cared for.

I have a dilemma.
What do I do,
when there are 3 things that hang in the balance?
so many things would get compromised.

It's the finale tomorrow.
I would probably miss it.
geez,
why am I so upset?

how do you think clearly,
when your head hurts?

think,
with our heart.

it will come again,
maybe at the end,
maybe in the next,
I'll hold in the tears for now.

I don't know what to do
for tomorrow.

There's type of loneliness
that comes with being special.
there's a type of solitude
that comes with true power.

There's a price to pay
when you're chosen.

but it's what we need,
leaders,
good ones.
don't laugh at them,
because in the end,
they run past boundaries
that no one dares to cross,
they try and try again,
they don't mind the sacrifice,
as long as we move together.

It's lonely there,
because when someone has that label,
everyone instantaneously throws everything to that person.

It is lonely.
when you are one person,
and no one understands what
you are going through,
all you see
is a piece of paper,
and once you make a little
tear,
or stain,
or spot,
or crease,
then they're gonna blame you.

what a price to pay.
and they still do it.
they still do it because,
no one else will.
because,
the end matters too much,
to walk away.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Fingerprint

Time goes by,
and everything drops away.

I remember when i disliked you guys,
losers with such a snobbish attitude.

But I see you now,
grown up,
knowing when to do what,
and I'm so proud.
I'm so proud of you guys,
for being such great juniors.

At the end of the day,
it doesn't matter
whether your socks don't match,
or you have messy hair,
or you have your own abstract way of thinking,
in the end,
it all comes down to you.

Maybe it's selfish of me,
but there are some things
that I don't want to share,
because these are the only things,
that I can solely call my own.

Like,
shows,
music,
books,
writing,
quotes,
clothes,
hairstyles,
celebrities.

ETC.

you get my point.
Is it really that selfish,
when you just want to go
back to the beginning,
where each of us was unique.

Is it really that selfish,
that I want to be myself?

no,
it isn't.
It really isn't.

It's difficult.
Because there are always those,
who inevitably seem to do the same thing as you.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Teevee Whore.

Okay so that would be 2 cups of tarragon, 1 pound of baking soda and 1 red onion?

What the hell are you cooking?


I have finally rediscovered why I write.
The inspiration you get from friends.
Mentors,
Kin.
etc.

At the point
where you don't have turn around
to know that they are smiling at you.

I can't doubt a human's ability to love.
I've seen and experienced enough miracles,
and I know better.

It's touching,
how you poured so much love into something,
without expecting anything back.
How you guide us,
because of your passion,
and love for us.

It's scary,
how I'm typing here,
even though I should be studying.
I've lost my motivation.

No.
I've made myself a promise.
You'll see me,
next January.
I'll be on stage,

And no,
it won't be a performance.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Standing Ovation

It's just a piece of paper.

Thank you,
for being with me through
this bitter sweet moment.

Still fight,
Still try your hardest,
Still dream
The end of this journey,
isn't the end of the world

So let's do this,
together.
Let's have coffee.

I do promise,
I will be back,
I will visit,
I will always love you guys.

Faith is believing what you cannot see.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

This Friday Fourteen Hundred Hours.

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

I Will Remember

You might say I'm a dreamer,
but I'm not the only one.

It was easy,
the way you said it,
and made it happen.

You show such immense love for us,
and I worry how we may let you down,
how our last performance may be our worst.

Thank you,
for wanting to help us,
for working on making this
such a "kick ass" show.

I am scared.
As are the rest of us.
I'm afraid though.
How we might not be able to
put your thoughts into actions.

I've gotten complacent.
Believing what we're doing
is already good enough.
But it isn't,
I used to be able to talk to people,
but now I can't.
But you have always believed in me.
Even when i didn't believe in myself.

So thank you,
for loving us.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Four In The Evening

What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me is that you're freakishly tall! I feel like a woodland creature!

Have you ever wondered,
that life would be better
if everyone were shadows?

How we would always have to perfect figure,
perfect face.

How everyone would look,
identical.

But then again,
what about all the things we love.

What would it be like in a world
where you can't give someone you love a kiss,
or hold their hand,
or put a ring on their finger,
or see them smile?

In the end,
what can make us unique?
When we look the same?

How are you going to recognise
your loved one from others?

How are you going to show,
that you're happy?

If we were shadows,
what is the meaning,
of life?



Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Existence.

If it matters to you, it matters.

Today it hit me.

How this was the last time we were performing.

How grateful I was with everyone who guided me, every step of the way.

It was awful, it’s fine if you hate her, but don’t talk to me as if I do too.

In the end, how do you love, without a heart?

When you talked to me, I felt so light hearted.

I really don’t know what is going to happen to us.

I love this, more than anything else in the world. Do you really understand?

Friday, April 2, 2010

Not This Time

Forgiving someone requires more courage than hurting someone.

Have I made the wrong move.
Should I have waited?
Will we get the chance to talk?
Would you make the time,
just to listen to me,
whether I'm bored?
Did you mean what you say?
Was I wrong?