Almost

Almost just isn't good enough.
I lie back and I think;
that it could have been us.

It was almost you and me.
It kills me to think
of all that could have been.

I should have known better.
Shouldn't have fallen for you.
But right now I'm just thinking...

You almost loved me too.

Fast

I can't sleep right now,
as I think about the past.
As I look back at everything,
it's gone by way too fast.

You're already leaving,
somehow it won't sink in.
I think about the memories,
and the friends we could have been.

I don't want to believe it,
It can't possibly be true.
A huge part of me,
doesn't wanna say
goodbye to you.

I'll wish you the best of luck.
You'll do great over there.
I only met you this year,
It's almost unfair.

I guess all I can say,
is thank you for this year.
I'm going to miss you,
once you're no longer here.

Cold

I open my eyes
and hear your voice.
So loud and distinct,
amongst all other noise.

I take a breath,
try to breathe you in.
I lie awake,
unable to sleep.

You're so far away,
why did you go?
I miss you too much.
And you don't even know.

I call out your name,
and hold back tears.
It's so damn cold
now that you're not here.

Draw With Me

Author's note: Poem was inspired by this youtube video Not really one of my best, but meh. It'll do. That is all. XD
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Take my hand,
and draw with me.
We'll survive,
we'll make it out.
Draw with me,
don't make a sound.

Take my hand,
and draw with me.
Let's pretend,
that you're beside me.
Draw with me,
let's look at everything
that we could be.

Take my hand,
and draw with me.
It's the only way
we'll know.
Draw with me,
because I don't want
to let you go.

Take my hand
and draw with me,
amidst the cold and snow.
Draw with me,
we've only got each other.
I don't want
to be left alone.

Take my hand
and draw with me,
it's only some glass.
Draw with me,
because I don't know
how to make it crack.

Take my hand
and draw with me,
until we're out of charcoal.
Draw with me,
I'll pretend
that you're holding me
through the cold.

Memory

The cold is piercing,
I lean back and let out a sigh.
Why'd it have to be this way?
Tell me honestly,
was I not enough reason to stay?
And now I'm wondering
if it was something I said.
Because you know,
that I never wanted this to end.

And we're miles and miles apart,
but you know
that I'm still holding on.
to the memories,
because everything else
is gone.
You're not here beside me,
as I lie awake,
I stare up at the stars.
I hope you know
that you're still
holding on to my heart.

And sometimes,
it feels like you're still here.
I take a breath,
it's like you're so near.
And the memories
are haunting me,
all the ghosts
of what used to be.
Everything we had before
is now just a memory.

Cherry Blossoms

Author’s Note: This is a short story I wrote one day when I got a burst of inspiration during one dull school day. The plot developed in my head, and the characters and ending kind of…created themselves, if that made any sense. I felt like the way the two character’s friendship developed took on a life of it’s own. XD Anyway. This, out of the 5 short stories that I’ve written, is the only one I’m actually proud of. It’s not spectacular and brilliant, but I know for a fact that it’s not terrible. :) Comments and criticism are of course, extremely welcome.

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Aoi Surowatori leaned back against the tree. She breathed in the cool air and listened to the calm breeze.

Spring break had finally arrived. Just around 20 minutes ago, all the other students had rushed out of the school, eager to start celebrating their spring break.

She looked up at the old classroom building and continued to sketch it. She ran the pencil through the paper, lost in the lines and shading.

Sketching was what always kept her busy. It always managed to make her forget her problems for a little while; so now the thought that had been bugging her for the past few days was at the back of her mind.

The sound of two students talking as they passed by filled Aoi’s ears for a few minutes before they left, and the garden was still again.

Aoi wished it was always like this, this peaceful and calm in the school. Usually the garden was would be filled with the noise of the groups of the students. Never in her 2 years in this High School has it ever been this quiet.

Aoi was a sophomore in a High School located near the south part of Kyoto, Japan. She had lived in the same house for around 3 years, since her parents transfer jobs a lot. She had always assumed that was probably why she never made friends; she hated goodbyes.

She adjusted the sleeve of her uniform and shaded a window she drew.

***
Ichijou Hiruzaki continued to run through the building, searching frantically.

“Fuck, where is my phone?!”

He re-entered his classroom, 2-3 for roughly the 5th time and checked his desk again.

“It’s not here…” he brushed back his messed-up, dark brown hair and sighed. He’d looked everywhere he went today, and there was nothing.

“Man, that was a new phone…” he walked out of the building slowly. “This sucks…”

He stopped. Who was that? A girl was sitting on a bench, leaning against a tree and absorbed in what she was sketching. She looked familiar…

A few awkward minutes passed before he stopped wondering and walked over to her.

“Hey…”

It took a while before she responded. For a few seconds, he thought she was completely lost in her sketch, and was about to walk away when she looked up and smiled slightly.

“Hey. Ichijou, right?”

“Um…yeah. You’re…” he bit his lip as he tried to remember.

She gave a small laugh. “It’s fine, most people don’t know my name. I’m Aoi, from your Math Class.”

“Oh! Right.” He laughed at himself as he rubbed nervously at his nape. “You’re always so quiet in class.”

“Well, you know. No one really talks to me.”

“So why’re you still here?”

She tapped the end of her pencil to the sketchbook page. “I could ask you the same thing. But…nothing, really. I love the quiet, and our school has beautiful scenery. And you?”

“I, eh…lost my phone. And I can’t find it.”

“Have you tried looking in the lost and found?”

“Meh, they’re never effective.”

“How are you so sure?”

“They suck. Plain and simple.”

“Come on, at least try. Do you want your phone back?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” She closed the sketchbook and put it in her bag. “Let’s look.”

The two of them started walking towards the Administrative Building.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen this school so peaceful. It’s refreshing, actually.”

Aoi gave a small nod. “I bet it’s always like this when class ends. I don’t usually stay this late, most of the time I go home and study.”

“Huh. I wish I could say the same thing about me….but I kind of just go home. I don’t really…study or…anything like that.”

They stopped in front of the slightly worn door of the lost and found. And, after some awkward seconds of silence and just standing in front of it, Ichijou knocked and opened it.

“Ehm, good afternoon. Would you happen to have a cellphone?”

He gave a fairly clear description. The woman frowned and looked at the things on a nearby shelf. “Is this it?”


“Yes! That’s the one!” he reached for it and quickly turned it on, making sure everything was still intact. “Thank you!” closing the door, he started walking away.

“I told you so.” Aoi said, a small, amused smirk on her face.

“Yeah, yeah. I have my phone back, so insult me all you want. I don’t care.”

“So what do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know…what were you sketching a while ago?”

“Oh, um. Nothing important.”

“Come on. I want to see it.”

“It’s not even finished.”

“Then show me something that is finished.”

Aoi shrugged and breathed out a sigh that signified defeat. “Fine, whatever.”

They arrived in the garden and Aoi walked over to her bag and handed him the sketchpad.

“Wow…these are pretty good.”

“Hmm.”

“Here. Finish the sketch.”

They sat down by the stone bench, and Aoi started sketching again.

“You can talk while I do this, by the way.

“Oh, um. Okay. So how are you gonna spend your spring break?”

“With my family, mostly…”

“What about your friends?”

“…I don’t really have any.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t be so serious.” She laughed. “I’m a student too, you know.”

“Haha. Right. Well, why…don’t you have any friends? You’re pretty cool.”

“…thanks, I guess. But I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Well…if you say so.”

For a few seconds they sat in silence, where the only sounds were Aoi’s pencil running through the paper and leaves rustling in the wind. Ichijou brushed back a lock of hair and watched as Aoi continued to shade and add more lines. She was so absorbed in it he was almost scared to break the silence.

“Am I disturbing you?”

She shook her head. “No, not at all. But you’re being so awkward and quiet.” She looked up and smiled. “When I’m done, do you want to go to dinner, maybe?”

“…I have time, yeah.”

“Cool. Hold on, I’m almost done.”

She shaded a few more things. “There. Done.” She grinned and handed him the sketch. “It’s a bit rushed, sorry.”

“Rushed? I’d freak if I could draw like you can.”

She laughed. “Really, I’m not that good. Would you like to go now?”

“Um, sure.”

They slung their bags over their shoulders and walked out the school gate.

“The school is so empty…it’s really weird.” He took out his iPod and put one earphone on.

“Haha, yeah. So where do you want to eat?”

“Well..what do you want to eat?”

“Hmm. I’m in the mood for Tonkatsu.”

“Oh, I think I know a place. It’s a pretty long walk though.”

“It’s okay…I like long walks.”

“It’s this way.”

They started to walk through the sidewalk, mostly silent aside from the occasional car that passed by.

“What about you, by the way? What are your plans for the spring break?” Aoi asked after they passed by a house where two children were running around.

“Knowing my parents, probably nothing.” He shrugged. “I hardly see them around the house, anymore. So I guess I’ll probably hang around the malls with my friends.”

“I see…well. Since you already know I like sketching…do you have any hobbies?”

“Uh…I play guitar, mostly. That’s about it.”

“That’s cool. How long have you been playing?”

“Around…4 years, I think.”

She nodded and fingered a small lock of her light-brown hair. “I tried learning piano when I was young. I gave up after a few months.” She let out a laugh. “I don’t really have the patience to try learning anything music-related.”

“Haha. Well…we’re all different. It’s weird…I’ve always seen you around, but I think this is actually the first time I’ve talked to you.”

“Right back at you.”

“And it’s weird. When I talk to people I don’t really know…it’s really awkward. We barely talk and by the time I leave, I’m so relieved to get away from the silence. But…for some reason, it’s almost like I know you already.”

She shrugged. “If you say so.”

They continued their walk until they reached a fairly tall building.

“This is it.”

He lead her into the restaurant and they took a seat beside a window. After a few minutes of deciding what to get, the waitress gave them a friendly smile, repeated their order one last time and left them.

“We should hang out more now that it’s Spring Break. Get to know each other better, and all that.” Ichijou said cheerfully.

“…y-yeah….” Aoi looked out the window and sighed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Ehm, nothing.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “Do you eat here often?”

He shrugged. “Often enough, I guess. The owner of the restaurant is a family friend.”

“Oh. That’s cool. It’s a very nice place…” she trailed off a bit dreamily, then reached into her bag and got her sketchbook, her pencil, and started to sketch again.

“The food here is great, too. But it is a bit expensive…”

“Why didn’t you say so? I can’t really…afford expensive things.”

“No, it’s my treat.”

“But-“

“No buts. I’m always willing to treat a friend.” He grinned.

“…a friend.” A sad smile was on her face, but as she opened her mouth to say something, the waitress came with the food.

“…It looks so good.” She muttered under her breath.

“That’s why this is one of my favorite places. Itedakimasu” Ichijou eagerly started eating.

Aoi slowly, almost hesitantly reached for the food with her chopsticks, and carefully put it into her mouth.

“Hey, that’s not the last bit of beef on this planet.” He laughed.

Her eyes widened in an almost childlike wonder as she tasted the beef. “It’s so good!”

Ichijou couldn’t help but smile. He never saw anyone so happy about some Tonkatsu. He found it cute really…

They ate the rest of the meal in silence, and afterwards, he offered to walk her home. The sun had already set, and they walked through the calm, quiet street, the sound of crickets filling the air.

“Ichijou…thank you. Thank you so much…for everything.”

“No problem.”

“Do you really consider me as a friend now…?”

He nodded. “Of course. It’s really fun talking to you.”

A small, sad smile formed on her lips. “That’s the first time anyone ever said that to me…” she swallowed back tears. She couldn’t cry. Not now.

After a few minutes, she looked up. “This is my house…” she walked slightly to the door and stopped, slowly turning around.

“Are you free tomorrow?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry….I can’t. I-“ She bit her lip and turned around. “I’m leaving for America tomorrow.”

“For Spring Break?”

“…for three years.”

“W-what?”

“…goodbye, Ichijou.” She entered her house and leaned against the door, tears running down her cheeks.
***

The Next Day.

Ichijou put down the guitar and walked over to the large window. What was wrong? Why was he so depressed? He barely even knew her!

Damn it. Damn it all. Why? He had never felt this way for anyone…He had only talked to her ONCE. One time…it wasn’t even a full day. But…there was something about her…God damn it…he had only met her yesterday! He had no reason to feel this way…he couldn’t possibly feel sad that she was leaving…

He checked his watch. Almost noon. He sighed and took his jacket from his chair. He would go out for a walk. That would probably clear his head.

The park was filled with the sound of screaming children, and the ground was filled with sakura petals…Ichijou sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. The one girl he was actually interested in…oh, damn it! What was he saying?! It was only one day! One conversation! A couple of exchanged lines…

“…hey.”

He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the same light-brown haired Aoi.

“W-what’re you doing here? I thought…”

“We’re leaving at 8 in the evening, apparently. So I thought I’d get one last sketch of Japan before you know…I leave.”

“…oh.”

She sat down beside him. “…I know it’s stupid to say this after only talking to you once…but I think I’m going to miss you, Ichijou.”

“I feel the same way…oh, I know! Give me your cellphone number. I’ll text you everyday.”

“…I don’t have a cellphone.”

“Oh…well. Uh. “

Aoi rested her head in her hands for a while before looking back at him. “Please…just stay with me here until I have to go…”

“S-sure.”

“Thank you…I don’t want to go, honestly. I mean…my Dad always has to transfer jobs. That’s why I don’t have any friends…The more you have, the more you have to lose…”

“I guess…”

“But yesterday…I felt what it was like to actually have a friend…and I realized I was missing out on so much…”

Aoi brushed back a lock of her hair. “Goodbyes will always hurt, that’s true. But hey…life is about the good times…right? And I guess I should focus on that instead. So…when I’m in America I’m going to try and make a few friends there…”

“I’m sure it won’t be hard for you.”

“Haha…but seriously…thank you for making me realize that.”

Several hours passed by, with Aoi and Ichijou just talking, then later on watching the sun set.

“I…have to go now.”

“Oh…um. Okay then.”

They stood up and Ichijou rubbed at the back of his neck. “I hope I see you again sometime…”

“Me too…so…goodbye. Um…” She nervously walked closer and stopped for a while, deciding whether or not she should do it…then gave him a kiss on his cheek and ran off.

“…Aoi.” He sighed and put his hand in his pocket, and started walking home, cherry blossoms continuously falling on the ground.

***

My name is Ichijou Hiruzaki. Years ago, I met a girl named Aoi Surowatori. I know it’s stupid to say that I loved her…I mean, I’ve only had two conversations with her. But I’ll never forget the moment I saw her walk away.

I’m a songwriter now. I write for a lot of hit artists. They like my songs, apparently. A lot of the songs I wrote were about her…I wonder if she ever hears them.

And sure, I’ve met a lot of girls. I’m currently dating this girl I met in the songwriting business; Aki Takohoto. She’s nice and all. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I like her. But the way I felt for Aoi…was really different. A different feeling from all those other girls. I don’t know…it’s just. There was really just something about her.

It’s been around 10 years since then. I haven’t seen Aoi again. In all honesty, I’ve given up hope that I ever will.

Half-Hearted

God, IDeA(Interscholastic Debate Association) 2.

It’s bad enough that we didn’t break, but no one from our team broke…it’s just…wow.

It left me thinking of so many things, so many questions.

These past few weeks, ever since I got tabs of PSDC(Philippine Schools Debate Championship), in fact; I’ve been asking myself one question, to which I thought I would never be able to find the answer. I thought that it was all meaningless, and that I was driving myself to exhaustion for absolutely nothing.

I’ve been wondering why I even bother to debate.

I’ve been asking myself again and again why I even tire myself training, why I constantly sacrifice things for debate; for training, or for competitions.

Since PSDC, I was losing my drive. I was losing the motivation I had. I felt like nothing I was doing was paying off. Sure, occasionally, I gave a good speech, but it didn’t seem enough for me anymore. I wanted to move forward. I wanted to know that I could do something besides beating newbies. It felt so unfair that there were people who started debating later or the same time as me, and they were already so much better than me. It made me feel so incompetent, it made me feel as if this was the best I could ever be.

I’ve been training since PSDC, but since then, my efforts felt halfhearted. I felt so disheartened by everything that had happened. I was wondering why I couldn’t even push my arguments. I was wondering why I still had trouble reaching 7 minutes sometimes. I just kept asking myself why the hell my arguments still went around and around in circles. Why is it that I STILL can’t deliver a good prime speech?

I have now gone to my second IDeA 2. And well. I realize…

I’ve been an idiot.

All this time, I’ve been telling myself that I’m not improving. That I still suck, that I’m going nowhere. That no matter what I do, I can’t deliver speeches good enough.

But then, looking back at my speeches from the first IDeA 2 and the ones from yesterday…

I’ve improved a lot more than I could ever imagine.

I’m not that helpless first year who had terrible, monotonous manner anymore. I’m not the kid who needs to summarize every single time in a speech. I can finally take some POIs and not get rattled. Maybe I’m still not a veteran. I’m nowhere near a name to be feared. But I’m a lot closer to that when I compare the way I debate now to the way I debate then.

I guess, I’ve been lying to myself all this time.

I debate because of the thrill of it. The pure adrenaline rush when you just know you’re going to give a good speech. When I know that I deserve no lower than a first or a second, the best feeling is when you press “stop” on your stopwatch and go back to your seat, and you know you left a definite impact.

I debate because I know how hard it is to improve in it. I need long, hard training sessions that make me want to wrench my hair out in frustration.

And I guess, when I see that I’m not a total failure, there’s a bit of pride in it.

That’s why I just know when I finally reach that point where I can consider myself a name to be feared, I’ll know I deserved it.

Fine, right now, I’m terribly inconsistent. I can deliver a fairly good speech in one round and a god-awful speech in the next. I have trouble really pushing an argument to its limit. I even have trouble really dedicating myself to it.

So there’s no one to blame but myself.

But I’ve been a fool for thinking I’m not improving just because I’m not improving fast.

I’ve found my motivation again, despite not breaking.

I’m not wasting my time.

I’m doing something I love.

And despite what I thought before, I’m not doing it terribly.

So now it’s time to start doing it well.

I want to improve.

I want to be someone who will frequently get that after-a-good-speech feeling.

And so, that’s why I exhaust myself training and matter-loading and going to far-away places to compete.

Now it’s time to start doing all of it wholeheartedly again.

Regret

I sit down and think of you,
even though I try not to.
I tell myself it's gone,
Everything's done.

There's no turning back.
I'm sure of that.
I wasted my chance
To ask for that one last dance.

Sometimes I wish
it didn't end like this.
I look back and wonder,
why it didn't last forever.

You went your way,
on that painful day.
I never got to say it.
Something that
I'll always live with.

I'll never forget.
You're one of my biggest regrets.
I think I'd have been happy,
with you beside me.

Now I just have memories
And shadows of what could have been.
Full of regret and wishing.
That I had said something.

Faded

I look through old pictures,
and see your smile.
I haven't thought of you.
Not in a while.

You used to be
one of my best friends.
I honestly can't tell,
just when did that end?

You've been gone too long,
out of my life.
I think you forgot me too.
And I don't know why.

I used to think
you were the one for me.
Now I guess that's something
you'll never see.

I used to love you,
about that I can't lie.
I have to say,
you were my hardest goodbye.

But I'm pretty sure
there'll always be,
at the back of my mind,
a small part of me.

It will always feel
the exact same way.
But that's the past.
This is what I have to say.

Most of it's faded,
the feeling is gone.
I've learned the hard way,
that you can't be the one.

Time

I look up and can't help but smile.
A genuine one, it's been a while.
I think of you and remember,
the laughs and tears,
That day in November.

I guess I'll always miss you,
but I've got to face the truth.
There's no point in waiting,
I've got my own life.
I'm going to stop the hopeless wishing.

It's nice to know, I can finally move on.
I can be happy, even when you're gone.
It's time to let go of this pain.
It's time to be free.
To finally accept
that things will never be the same.

I turn back one last time,
and I know I'll be fine.
You changed me more than you'll ever know,
but it's time I learned
that it's time to let you go.

Only a Dream

She says goodbye
and walks away.
He could only watch.

Her eyes are sad,
his voice is gone.
She says nothing more.

The land is dark,
the fog is thick.
She's not coming back.

She slowly fades
in the dimming light
far away from him

He wakes and finds
with teary eyes
that it was only a dream

Last Goodbye

They sat down together,
surrounded by silence.
Tears fell down.
Why'd it end like this?

Two hours to go
before they part ways.
She couldn't believe it.
Why today?

Their hands held tightly,
their silence unbroken.
She leaned on his shoulder,
didn't wanna let go then.

She had no voice
and she felt weak
as he slowly stood up
and got to his feet.

He whispered goodbye
and walked away
She opened her mouth
but had nothing to say.

She turned away,
and started to cry.
Why didn't she say it?
Her last goodbye.

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday,
today you’re fifteen.
I just wanna pretend
Everything’s as it’s always been.

Happy birthday,
it’s too bad you’re not here.
I guess I’ll close my eyes
and pretend you’re near.

Happy birthday,
guess this is my lousy gift.
You’re not even here to get it,
You’re not here to be with.

Happy birthday,
I still wish you’d come back.
I wish you could read this.
But what’re the chances of that?

Still

I still hate the way
you make me laugh.
Never fail at making me smile.
Can’t you stop for a while?

I still hate the way,
your eyes light up.
The way they make me melt.
But you never make your love felt.

I still hate the way,
you talk to me.
I can tell you anything.
And you’d never judge me.

I still hate the way,
you make me love you.
You don’t even try.
I hate that way
that you don’t know.
That you always make me cry.

I still hate the way,
I’m not over you.
I can’t fool myself.
And it hurts so much.
Seeing you with someone else.

I still hate the way,
I just can’t bear to tell you.
You still make me fall for you,
each and every day.
But that’s something
I can never say.

Your Knight

They tell me I'm too weak.
But that can't be the truth.
I want to prove them wrong,
I promise I'll protect you.

I've grown stronger since then,
I won't let you go.
Even if it kills me,
I just need to let you know.

I won't let them hurt you,
I'll stand by your side,
Take my hand,
and I'll be your knight.

Wake Up

Wake up,
you know you’ve been living a dream.
Wishing won’t do anything.
Face the truth
that you already know.
It’s almost been a year.
You have to let him go.

Wake up,
it’s not easy to do.
But moving on’s what’s best for you.
You’ve been waiting too long,
and you know you’re not that strong.
Just accept it,
get it over with.

Wake up,
he’s not coming back.
You’ll have to understand that.
Hoping for nothing hasn’t done a thing.
It’s only worsened the crying.
You wish he was still alive,
the thing is.
You just can’t turn back time.

Forgotten Memories

The memories lay shattered,
broken on the ground.
I can no longer remember,
their breaking sound.

My head’s filled with questions,
none that I can answer.
I’m scared, I’m confused.
Will I stay like this forever?

Full of forgotten memories,
When will this madness end?
Why can’t I remember,
anything from back then?

They tell me it’ll be alright,
but I don’t know who they are.
Feels like a terrible nightmare,
but this has gone too far.

I want to remember,
I want to be free.
I want to know who I am.
But no one can tell me.

The Angel's Descent

I spread my wings,
and take a deep breath.
Watch the sky,
but am not ready yet.

My descent is slow,
wind rushes through me.
I’m afraid of this.
Afraid to be.

My wings spread out,
and catch the air.
I look down at the world.
I want to be there.

The flight calms me,
the sky is my friend.
I sigh and stop.
Who am I kidding?

I don’t want to be this.
I want to be human.
An angel’s life
is something I can’t stand.

I watch over them.
But they don’t know me.
I fall in love with them.
But they’ll never see.

My wings beat against me
How I wish they were gone.
Just so I could be part of them.
To be someone.

I stand by the edge,
waiting for the moment.
I take a wing in my arm.
And scream in torment.

The wound heals slowly.
Unlike all the rest before.
This new pain numbs me.
But I want more.

I take the other,
this time it’s easier.
I wait in silence.
Wait until it’s better.

I go to my feet.
And I feel different.
I take a step forward,
and start my descent.

The heaven goes past me,
and I say one last goodbye.
To meet the earth,
I must forever leave the sky.

Tears fall down my face,
as the doubt sets in.
Have I wasted everything,
Abandoning what I have been?

And then at last, the crash.
Followed by the sickening crack.
Everything disappears.
It’s too late.
There’s no turning back.

Another Turn

Remember when we were young,
when we’d always fight?
Saw each other a lot of the time.
You became a part of my life.

I never thought this day would come,
you’re leaving me behind.
I guess we’ll just have to step back.
And let the future unwind.

Another turn in the road,
and I guess it’s another goodbye.
I’ll wish you the best of luck.
And try not to cry.

I never guessed this day
would come for us,
to go our own ways.
But I guess there’s just
nothing left to say.

Cupid

Cupid, they say.
Was the bringer of love.
Shooting arrows
during Valentine’s Day.

You have to admit,
it isn’t easy.
Forcing two people
forcing them to commit.

Cupid cried to himself
as he did his job.
Always watching others
fall in love with someone else.

He never had a turn,
it was always those humans.
It was so unfair,
so his hate slowly burned.

He took out his rage
on two stupid teens
One loved the other,
Rejection’s
what she’d have to face.

Cupid found this was amusing,
he did it again.
He found this heartache
humans had,
and watching them,
was so entertaining.

And so he took his bow
and his set of arrows,
Out to destroy the love,
the world has always known.

Hero

They say I’m destined to save them.
I’m the one that was sent.
I gotta admit, I don’t understand.
They say I’m gonna rescue this world.
But I’m only one man.

They call me their savior,
the one they’ve been waiting for.
I want to tell them,
that I think they’re mistaken.
I’m no hero.

But I look around me,
how the hell can I say no?

Isolated Insanity

The silence numbs me.
As I lie in this cell.
My hands tied together,
remind me of my fate.

Colors are twisting,
I can no longer understand.
What’s real and what’s not.
I can no longer tell.

I hear sounds,
that haunt me in my sleep.
The white around me
constantly shifts.

It’s been 3 years,
I’m probably stuck here for good.
Trapped in a strange reality
that I can never escape.

August 6

I stare out my window,
at the falling rain.
Tomorrow’s the day
that we first met.

I can’t pay attention
in class right now.
Too distracted,
wondering where you are.

I choke back tears.
trying not to think
that you’re really gone.
Wishing that at least,
you’re still alive.

Tomorrow’s the ninth month.
since we said those words.
Wishing you’ll be back,
I miss you too damn much.

Two Weeks

She lay on her bed,
thoughts ringing in her head.
She only had two weeks left
before her own end.

Her throat was dry,
as she opened her eyes.
The glaring light was blinding,
as she could hear 2 people crying.

Two weeks to say goodbye,
two weeks before she died.
Looking back at regrets and tears,
two weeks to get over this fear.

It hurt to breathe,
everything was so blurry.
Her life flashed before her,
she always thought it’d last forever.

Her best friend was beside her,
holding back the tears.
As she told her the stories,
that she could barely hear.

One week before darkness,
one week before death.
One week before eternal rest,
one week before she left.

She feels so cold,
as the days unfold.
Lying there, unable to do anything.
And she’s about to lose everything.

Two days left for her,
until she was gone forever.
She felt herself,
slowly letting go.
Words trapped inside her,
looks like he’ll never know.

Her fingers were shaking,
scared of what was happening.
24 hours until it was done,
unable to breathe,
felt like it weighed a ton.

He stood by her bed,
saying words she never said.
Why’d they have to wait,
until it was way too late?

Dream

I woke up from my dream,
it was about you.
Now that I think about it,
I kind of wish it was true.

We were by the beach,
you wondered where you were.
And I had the guts to tell you,
to just stay there forever.

You were wondering why,
I wanted you to stay.
And I actually told you,
how I liked you that way.

The sun was setting,
and you had to make your choice.
I just wanted to stay there,
just listening to your voice.

You told me you wouldn’t leave,
It had made me so happy.
Because in that dream,
you told me you loved me.

Nothing

She stormed into the room,
her eyes filled with tears.
She could hear the screams of her mother,
filling her with anger and fear.

She locked the room,
shaking inside.
Her hands were cold,
as she turned to her side.

Drawers opened,
as she started her search.
No longer convinced
of her own self-worth.

She found what she was looking for,
its blade glinted in the dark.
The screams continued,
why’d it go this far?

Her mother was pounding,
on the locked wooden door.
Screaming more insults,
like she always had before.

The metal stopped,
just by her wrist,
Afraid and unsure
if she should really do this.

She took a breath,
and the knife met her skin.
Warm red met cold steel,
looks like nobody wins.

Her mother always told her,
she wasn’t worth anything.
That girl believed her,
and killed herself,
because she thought she was nothing.

First Day

I entered the school.
And wanted to turn back.
I wish time would slow down.
It’s all going too fast.

Afraid to know
that the unknown of our lives
leads to nowhere.
Afraid that eventually
my friends won’t be there.

I can barely write,
my hands are shaking.
I hate this day,
but I can’t do a thing.

The noise of the people
fills my ears, fills me with dread.
I really do almost feel
like dropping dead.

I’m freakishly bored,
going out of my mind.
Losing my muse,
damn it, why, why?

I don’t want to be here,
I want to go home.
This classroom’s filling me
with misery and woe.

This is why I hate school,
but I’ve to deal with it anyway.
So I guess that about sums up
my really crappy first day.

Over You

And no, of course I don’t dream about you.
I could never love you even if I wanted to.
Of course you’re not the one I think about at night.
So go away, I’m fine. of course I’m alright.

I’m over you. I don’t care about those damn eyes…
That damn perfect smile.
You haven’t made my heart beat faster, not in a while.
So please, stop trying to prove me wrong.
Trying to get over you already took me so long.

And sure, you make me happy. You make me laugh.
But hey, what reason could I have to want you back?
I’ll find someone else, you’ll see.
It’s just a shame that you and I just couldn’t be.

Ready

Death extends his hand out,
I pause for a second.
Do I take it?
He’s getting impatient.

My friends, would they miss me?
What about my family?
Can I leave them,
Never to return again?

I slowly take his hand,
There’s no turning back.
As I feel the coldness rush over me,
There’s just nothing left.

So I turn back one last time
To the life I used to live.
I’m ready to leave it behind
I’m ready to die.

Take Me Back

Take me back to where we first met.
When all these fights haven’t come out yet.
When we were best friends who were in love.
When pretending just wasn’t good enough.

Take me back, I miss those days.
When we never had to hold back what we wanted to say.
When we were happy and didn’t give a damn.
Why can’t we just have all that back?

Pyramid Head

Disclaimer: I do not own Pyramid Head, Silent Hill, or whatever. Seriously. They belong to KONAMI. Not me. So don’t sue me, alright?
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There’s nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
Don’t scream for help, there’s no one.
No one can help you when he’s after you.
There’s nothing you can do.

He’s right behind you, run faster.
Understand that there’s no escaping this disaster.
Hear that great knife of his, scraping the ground.
That’s right, try to hide, don’t make a sound.

The fog is thick, he’s got you now.
He’s coming for you, knife in tow.
Say your final wishes, there’s no escape.
For Pyramid Head has come to rape.

One Button Eye

And that poor little girl,
all she needed was love.
She always tried her best,
it was never enough.

Her parents left her,
out on the street.
She had learn to survive,
to stand on her own feet.

She had no friends,
no one to talk to.
Everybody hated her,
there was nothing she could do.

All that she had
was one little bear.
With just one button eye,
But she took it everywhere.

The streets were cold,
it was almost night.
She hung on to her bear.
it would be alright.

The crowds were gone,
the street was deserted.
The girl walked on and hid,
As the cold drifted.

Footsteps echoed out,
and the girl started to cry.
She held on to her bear,
and told it goodbye.

She was shaking in fear,
she felt a knife,
right at her throat.
And then she was killed,
without another word.

He picked up the bear,
and began to laugh.
That poor little girl,
would never get it back.

Thank You

Author's Note: I love my friends. :)
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I remember the day we first met.
When we didn’t know what would happen yet.
A year has gone by, way too fast.
But I know our friendship will always last.

You guys were there, when everything went wrong.
With you guys, I wasn’t depressed for long.
You made me laugh my hardest, each and every day.
And throughout high school, I’m glad I met you along the way.

I hope you won’t forget me, cuz I’ll never forget you.
Hey, I’m not lying. I swear it’s true.
Know that you guys changed my life.
And I refuse to say goodbye.

You guys are the best, and I really mean it.
I’m glad you’re the ones I spent my first year with.
So to summarize what I’ve been saying….
Thank you for everything.

Rain

She sat by the windowpane
as the rain came in.
She couldn’t help but feel
That there was nothing left.

Time passed by, it seemed
much slower than it really was.
How could she go on
knowing he’s gone forever?

She feels the tear
roll down her cheek.
What else can she do
but miss him?

The day he left,
she didn’t even know.
He didn’t even tell her.
He just let her go.

The cold was piercing
and she couldn’t help but cry.
She’d never see him again.
She never got to say goodbye.

Last Night

Author’s Note: This is what I’d like to believe, is one of my best poems. XD
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Last night I dreamed about you.
I dreamed you were still here.
I dreamed you were still with me.
That you didn’t leave last year.

Last night I thought about you.
I thought about that day.
You left forever.
And there are words I’ll never say.

Last night I whispered I love you,
before I fell asleep.
And I’m just so sorry,
there are promises I didn’t keep.

Last night I missed you,
I missed your eyes and your laugh.
I hate that you’re gone,
I really want you back.

Last night I cried in my sleep,
no one found out.
No one realizes,
No one knows what I’m sad about.

Last night was just like all the others,
I wished you never left.
You said you’d always be there.
That promise wasn’t kept.