#mustbeapoem

There exists a place on earth Where one can find true peace A place away from stress and pain A place where all of it will cease For some, it's near the ocean That a calm can always be found The waves carry all the stress away With that familiar relaxing sound The coolness of the water, And the warmth of sunny rays, It doesn't take very long at all Before the world melts away For others it's the forest That sets their mind at ease The world feels completely still When you're surrounded by tall trees The air somehow feels calmer It smells remarkably fresh Some birds tweet in the distance And your thoughts again can mesh So often we get caught up In the worries of the day We forget to worry about ourselves And take some time away So whether you go alone Or with someone you hold dear Make sure to find the time you need To make your head feel clear

It's nothing It's something Everything Everything Beats beneath my feet Be still now Be here now

or just mine alone?

i could write about the warm sunset, and how it can give us serenity. i can write about nature and all the beauty it possess. or i can tell you everything about love and pain and everything in between, but i can't seem to put everything in place, my mind is empty. i can think about the bright blue sky and the optimism it gives. or think about the dolphins and how they freely swim. maybe i can just look back and make a tell-tale about the past and memories uncovered, but that would be too much for my mind to ponder, and who cares anyway so it doesn't seem to matter. maybe some things are better left unsaid, but isn't it best to share how you see things with your eyes, and let everyone get a taste of it? i want to eradicate all of my emotions from my insides, and turn them into words, but my words went on a vacation, and they didn't take me with them. :(

Listen, the wind has finally set in cool summer breeze brushed along the lines of our faces i touched yours and you return the gesture how long has it been since you said your first hello? since i last waved goodbye? the memories seems to fade but they are encrypted well at the back of our eyelids will you ever get tired of me? or boredom ceases to exist from the both of us? i inhaled fresh lilacs from the garden of our lovenest will the flowers wither in time? will you plant again and flourish them when it happens? will you still be there to water them when the next summer's drought come? will you be rocking my chair while i am looking at little  angels picking stars from the pavement?

the starshines look down upon me, i didn't make any sound, nor make a move. it's the same old night, like any other nights, with only stars to accompany me. i listened to the gentle chirps of the crickets, and began to wonder, is Mulan a fool to believe her cricket is really lucky, or am i just too judgmental to give any second thoughts? and i look back to the footprints i made, and yes i am alone, but i feel that i made four markings on the pavement. i wrinkled my nose, sweep the surroundings with my eyes. i inhaled heavily and the ocean's scent caught my attention, or is it not the ocean? i ran, i fell, i stood up with chin held up but a tear about to fall. and finally i settled in, beside the green bushes, under the ancient tree. i looked at the sky, now starless, i wondered, got up and started shouting "i have nothing now! please, not the stars. they're all i have." i slumped down, silently sobbing, and whimpering "not them, not them. no, not them." and when i felt like darkness is engulfing me, i felt strong, warm arms wrapping me, and light, blinding light. "you came back." disbelief crossed over my face. "yes" you lovingly whispered "i came back, with the stars with me." and i breathed new life.

This cities concrete heart Not beating Beneath me I hear it loud and clear The screaming The needing Colours of, futility Its silent So violent The sky is red when you're not here This red line Undermines The summer So cold here I'll follow I'll find you Feel the rest The kiss Cover up And call me now my dear Its nothing Its something Everything, Everything Beats beneath my feet Be still now Be here now The old soul Can you hear? My city calls your name.

It's like standing in the surf. Seafoam swirling around my feet, pulling me further out, tricking me with its beauty, beckoning and trapping me. With all my senses alive and burning, I don't realize there's an undertow until it's too late. And when water fills my lungs I only think of you.