I was forever losing things, and my laughing friends called me a klutz,
Like darker skies misplace buttery sun, when a severe storm develops.
I had once lost the keys to my house, and waited locked out all night,
As mistakes of our older yesterdays, solicit tomorrow to make it right.
Plane tickets had disappeared, along with books that I'd been reading,
As honeybees search the meadows, for the thing they are most needing.
On one occasion I had lost my watch, and on another, a new briefcase;
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All you told were lies,
And I hid behind the wall I built while you were telling me how good I made you feel.
All I did was try and please your appetite,
But your ego was droughty and left me for dead with only evaporites.
All we were was just a summertime's fun,
Because we bought into the scam of 'you only live once'.
Of all the cultures there are to experience and all the lessons we have to learn,
......
The elders always preach, “Enjoy it while it lasts,” as if time were a candle’s flame,
Its wick approaching cessation with each hour, though the vaporized wax looks all same.
They speak of youth like a fleeting song you can hum, but can’t ever replay,
And the melody of your most cherished memories, fade with every passing, ticking, day.
“They grow up so fast,” elders sigh, as if the days were endless grains of sand in your grasp,
Folding too swiftly through unsteady fingers, each moment slipping from future to present to past.
Everyone is biased and can give useful advice, like a series of paths that speak to your gut.
Every anecdotal tale holds many truths, but it’s at your discretion which trail you choose to trust.
The child in you doesn’t measure days; it swallows them whole and forgets,
It climbs the oak without counting the branches, and leaps without fear of regrets.
You discover that the sky has its limits, when your first airplane cuts through the blue,
And you learn to ignore the world’s lobbies of expectations, in your pursuit of finding the truest you.
Adulthood arrives without warning, with a voice that is colder than stone,
Demanding the debts for the dreams you abandoned, and the seeds you never had sown.
You earn in hours bent over a desk, and late nights on a pc with the occasional grog.
Accumulating bills that you can barely pay off, with your side hustle and full-time job.
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I respect peaceful protests, and I favor their persistence.
They courageously speak for me and every other silenced victim.
Only few survivors parade while the rest of us stay unknown,
Because the system consists of what's easiest for the majority by declaring our situations overblown.
The most comforting feeling is having control over what you portray,
But unfortunately for the innocent, villains thrive on inducing oppressive disarray.
The world shouldn't be black and white because life flourishes in the gray,
Never conclude that your sentiment presents the only insightful say.
I encourage you to find your voice and don't shy away from fears and afraids,
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I was a famous, learned historian, living a good life in prevalent today;
As vast, grey clouds must move on, once wild storms are swept away.
I spent many golden days and plum evenings, perusing historical books,
Like a nature lover, passing lovely green hills, is casting backward looks.
I lived my life of vivid, probable future, waltzing with a prosperous past;
As sun and moon meet in rouge, dawn skies, just for the lively contrast!
I had written several bestselling books, on academic, engrossing topics,
......
The elders always preach, “Enjoy it while it lasts,” as if time were a candle’s flame,
Its wick approaching cessation with each hour, though the vaporized wax looks all same.
They speak of youth like a fleeting song you can hum, but can’t ever replay,
And the melody of your most cherished memories, fade with every passing, ticking, day.
“They grow up so fast,” elders sigh, as if the days were endless grains of sand in your grasp,
Folding too swiftly through unsteady fingers, each moment slipping from future to present to past.
Everyone is biased and can give useful advice, like a series of paths that speak to your gut.
Every anecdotal tale holds many truths, but it’s at your discretion which trail you choose to trust.
The child in you doesn’t measure days; it swallows them whole and forgets,
It climbs the oak without counting the branches, and leaps without fear of regrets.
You discover that the sky has its limits, when your first airplane cuts through the blue,
And you learn to ignore the world’s lobbies of expectations, in your pursuit of finding the truest you.
Adulthood arrives without warning, with a voice that is colder than stone,
Demanding the debts for the dreams you abandoned, and the seeds you never had sown.
You earn in hours bent over a desk, and late nights on a pc with the occasional grog.
Accumulating bills that you can barely pay off, with your side hustle and full-time job.
......
I have wandered through moments, each etched in laughter. I'm a master of solitude, and don't mind taking the latter.
'Life's too short' and I think we still take it too seriously, or maybe I'm just privileged to live in a First World country.
I take advantage of inheritance, but at the cost of my heritage. I used to feel ashamed for being Chinese instead of the white American.
The moral of life is 'you live and you learn,' but Matthew barely lived, and Michael can't truly learn.
I try to find lightheartedness in unfortunate situations, but sometimes it's like watching your house burn up while being thankful for God's graciousness.
......
I respect peaceful protests, and I favor their persistence.
They courageously speak for me and every other silenced victim.
Only few survivors parade while the rest of us stay unknown,
Because the system consists of what's easiest for the majority by declaring our situations overblown.
The most comforting feeling is having control over what you portray,
But unfortunately for the innocent, villains thrive on inducing oppressive disarray.
The world shouldn't be black and white because life flourishes in the gray,
Never conclude that your sentiment presents the only insightful say.
I encourage you to find your voice and don't shy away from fears and afraids,
......
All you told were lies,
And I hid behind the wall I built while you were telling me how good I made you feel.
All I did was try and please your appetite,
But your ego was droughty and left me for dead with only evaporites.
All we were was just a summertime's fun,
Because we bought into the scam of 'you only live once'.
Of all the cultures there are to experience and all the lessons we have to learn,
......
Loving had never made me feel so lonely, and living never made me feel so lifeless.
Patience was scarce and I was desperate for rest, and the only peace I found was in romanticizing my death.
Hate was addictive, but only towards myself, because I bought into the beauty standards that society sells.
At 10 I didn't know that it was rape and not love, because I believed what he told me until he hurt me for fun.
12 and I hoped that my heart surgery would fail, because at least it'd get me out of writing fair wells.
14 and I wondered “What if infanticide would have won?” or “What if my parents had never given me up?”
16 and my wrists were an escape from the numb, and the only things I believed in were my sports and bulimia.
18 and my stories grew older and untold, because no one had time to be friends with broken souls.
19 and 1 month and I feel most alive; now I know how to live, and not just survive.
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