Month: October 2014

I woke up early in the morning.

It was my birthday, and my wish was a new pair of shoes.

I find out that the shoes I wanted were on the floor.

They were waiting for me to try on.

It was the best day of my life.

pitter-patter, rain. mist translucent moisture in the air cleaving

to skin from bed sheets. avoid now avoid everything no more

thoughts about them. sore eyes bereft of sleep sore mind

bereft of peace look upwards nowhere else to look what a

serene picture a ceiling so elementary a blank canvas empty

from complications white but not white stained, oh, like a man

but not a man a beast he who perpetuated no invaded intruded

coaxing and cajoling her INCEST sprang out from hell itself

snatching and grabbing Power…Power not his nor mine oh

father poor father she doesn’t want the beast tis but a moment

of weakness INCEST that is perpetual why why here why me

me avenging the act i am not the keeper nor the grim reaper

plop plop plop plop rain booming down now BANG like a

vengeful god like him fog building accumulating to an opaque

state spirit return drag me from these walls to your domain so

this sore mind will have peace but no she will be devoid

completely now that he stole her senses senseless like a lost

lamb vulnerable like me why me why no thoughts again like a

permeating drop of ink, no, i am not the keeper.

One day when I was five my mom told me I had to go to school but I wasn’t that interested.

That was 13 years ago and now I am in college.

In 4 years (maybe 6) I will be done with school.

Its crazy how time flies.

 

An afternoon breeze

expels cold air, along with

the fallen brown leaves.

One day when I was seven years old, I was so excited.

I was going to get my first pet.

I went to the pet store and bought one fish for me.

I named it Angel.

I fed it everyday and played with it every hour.

One day I noticed that my fish wasn’t moving.

It was dead.

I cried all night.

This was the first time I experienced death.

I will never forget my Angel. 

Cold night.

Dark but bright.

We’re going to Grandma’s house.

Possibly my favorite place.

I’m staying over and I love life.

Grandma is there.

I love Grandma.

Grandpa is there.

I love Grandpa.

There is no other place where I feel more at peace.

I can truly be myself.

I have not a care in the world.

I am 5.

My Grandma greets me.

She is my best friend.

Her smile conforts me.

I love her.

My Grandpa is there.

He hugs me.

I feel safe.

I amuse him and I love it.

We have pasta for dinner.

I talk forever.

No filter.

It is me.

I’m:

Crazy.

Loving.

Wild.

Loud.

Myself.

Grandma and Grandpa do everything for me.

They ask me if I need anything.

They get it for me.

I love them.

Grandpa watches the news.

Me Grandma, and Grandpa drink tea.

Me and Grandpa have sweets.

My Grandpa teases me and it’s fun.

We are friends.

Me and Grandpa.

Time for bed.

Don’t tell Mom.

It’s late.

Grandma tucks me in.

We talk for hours.

About life.

About thoughts.

Me and my Grandma talk about everything.

That’s us.

Connected.

In the morning I wake up.

Grandma is in the kitchen.

Making tea.

We talk.

It’s ritual.

She takes me to the front room.

I tear open the curtains.

I say: Good Morning World!

Because the world is awesome.

We wake up Grandpa.

More talking.

A trip the the park.

Grandma and Grandpa are my best friends.

They’re my Grandparents.

They’re always there.

They always will be.

I have two baes.

Their names are Grandma and Grandpa.

Ok Mom!

I heard you !

Yes, I’ll set an alarm!

 

Ugh, parents. There so annoying. Its like the constant pressure; its nerve- wrecking. I know i have to set an alarm. I know I have to do well in school. I don’t need all the stress. And, its not just stress from parents; but, also the world. Pressure to do well in school and work on my career. Pressure to go against racial and gender stereotypes. Society is just so judgemental.

 

In a perfect world, I could just live my life free of society’s pressures. I wish I could do what i want where i want and not worry about anyone’s approval

 

Ok, Goodnight Mom !

But this is not a perfect world. And, I have an 8 am class, goodnight, dream big.

 

 

How may one escape the constraints of time?

Its claws tugging at you like those of a cat.

Clocks with every excruciating chime,

Time seems to pass with the drop of a hat.

The beating hands echo that of your heart,

Pounding, trying to race the trickling sand.

Fearing failure of a task before its start,

As the stress of time makes it tough to stand.

Deadlines creep up on you, poking with grim.

You fret as you try to delay their curse,

Sensing their ruthless effects in every limb.

You imagine that you cannot feel much worse.

Yet, how can time inflict horrible pain

When its existence has people to blame?

Chun Ho Li

Football is life.

No one can match me on FIFA.

For I have Zlatan Ibrahimovic.

It is true; Rome wasn’t build in a day.

But I destroyed Roma in ninety minutes.

What is a Cristiano Ronaldo?

What is a Messi?

What is a Neymar?

There is only one Ronaldo.

The phenomenon of football.

He who played alongside with Zidane.

With fifty million I bought him.

Ninety five is his stat.

On FIFA I am a legend.

Out of it I am a kid.

I can do math well
Nine plus ten is twenty one
I am a genius