Poems

My friend, Maho,
feels like life is a fashion show.
But our promise soon became a delicate flower,
so telling her a secret can feel sour.

This person named Andrew,
His favorite color is blue.
His smile is the sunshine
That lights up the place just fine.

They do not see how strong I am
Nor the ruthlessness in me
They only see a damsel in distress
They don’t look at my mind
For they don’t want to see what’s inside
They don’t want to see my red
My black

My soul

He knew he’d die someday
Even if he won a thousand wars
Albeit kings bowed at his feet
And red washed up his shore

So he wasn’t interested in winning bets
He didn’t care for a fight
As long as losing didn’t mean dying then
He’d never show his true might

He could take his honor and eat it up
Echoes would be heard of his shattering pride
For he knew he’d always win
As long as health was on his side

He’d let his arm be cut, if he
Were the one delivering the final blow
For the stain of blood would heal
But dead for life, would be his soul

Because winning is not about not losing
It’s about surviving
If you lose, and let your arm be cut,
You might just be the one
Winning in the end

I never knew the ‘D’ of defeat
I never felt what it was like to lose
I thought I could accomplish any feat
But never once did I try to aim higher

I was overconfident and unwise
I never knew my competition, for I won without trying
I never aimed for the skies
For I always hit my mark

But then, once I missed by leaps and bounds
And I knew the limits of my abilities
I knew humiliation, and I cried and screamed and frowned
But I learnt a great lesson along the journey

I sharpened and broadened my skill and mind
I geeked and gawked at various facts
I was amazed by what I could find
Within the brain of potential within me

And I won again and again, and I was proud
And the feeling of defeat caused me to work harder
I made my voice soothing, clear and loud
To those feeling failure, to those who were an atomic bomb
But needed the power source to explode

Looking back, I say my last farewell
to those I had been so close to
My teachers, my friends,
even my classmates
and all those who only expected the very best

There is always so much to be worried about.
Not having my friends
right by my side
does not help at all
It all just piles up

I know I have to find people I can trust, quickly
Someone who will care
One who will support
and only one who appreciates all that I do

All seems dark but I can see the light
at the end of the tunnel
There is work to do
places to be
so I can’t sit down crying

It is time to break free
It’s time to be me
and show myself off
to those who don’t know me

M
My
My b
My be
My bes
My best
My besti
My bestie
My bestie o
My bestie ol
My bestie oli
My bestie oliv
My bestie olivi
My bestie Olivia

Once on a clear, sunny day
Everything stopped, except for me
An eerie silence filled the air
I couldn’t hear breaths or heartbeats

There was nothing to do, nothing to see
Everything simply froze
Everyone with their joyous expressions
Everyone on the streets and roads

Then I woke, sweating and shivering
And I realized
Everyone needs people in their world