I won't bite.

Stars shine brightest up in the sky

but looks brightest falling down to us

You might whine and you might cry

but no one else is asking you why

so save the act and dry your tears

shake your head ‘till it all disappears

You might feel small, unwanted, unneeded

but if you look at the stars

so is everyone else

so is everyone else

You want to leave a line, leave a shape

Leave a remembrance unreplaced

Then share a smile, share your pains

All will stay in memory lane

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Don’t expect me to forget

Just because you tell me, don’t have regrets

The past straps onto my back and brings me down

One more weight then I would sink

I need to borrow your shoulders mines at its limit

You’re the friend that I trust but to think…

You gave me a flower, with thorns

Walked me down the isle, to the dark

Gave me a hug, I can’t let go

You rang the church bells, break the glass

You raised my hand, chained and tagged it

Now I have this gate, I can’t open up

I hid the keys, stolen by grief

You have a spare, won’t hand to me

You give me looks that weighs a ton

You spit out words, sharp as thorns

You walk ahead, dragging me on

As the chain makes me bleed

The tag reminds me what I have become

A man: I want happiness.
Buddha: First remove "I", that's ego, then remove "want", that's desire. See? Now you are left with happiness.

Been waiting behind curtains for a while now.

Hesitance strikes you the hardest at this time.

Your last show didn’t go too well.

What if the same thing happens again.

You’d have to risk it to get to the top.

Take a bow before you start.

Show the audience what you’ve got.

Play by the book but forgot the lines.

Improvise, say what’s on your mind.

You stutter on some words, you stumble on the stage.

But as long as you don’t stop, the audience will stay.

Get up when you fall with grace because humans flaw.

Speak through their laughter because words are louder than 1000 and more.

Some will leave, walk out the door.

Others will be memorized by your words.

The silence stretches as you finish.

Your sweat streams down and hits the floor.

Applause erupts and sweat turns to tears.

Take a bow before you leave.

You showed yourself all you could be.

Un. Deux. Trois. Fourever.: The problem with me is that I’m incredibly and gallantly antisocial....

ikilledalaska:

The problem with me is that I’m incredibly and gallantly antisocial. It’s not that I choose to be or even remotely want to be, that’s just always how I’ve been. As much of a misanthrope as I may be, if I were to try to communicate with a fellow human being, it would be apocalyptic. You see, I have…

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One of my favorite student is Natalie

Natalie:Ms. Michelle, do you know what you look like?

Me: Well of course I have mirrors you know. Do YOU?

Natalie: No I don’t remember

Me: :)

Kids who don’t care about looks. Innocence is so beautiful.

I was watching my class when I saw Redford next to the jungle gym. A little boy was sitting under the jungle gym as his classmates and their friends ran around him. I walk pass all the screaming and laughing children. As I walked closer, I saw that he was crying. Jacky what’s wrong? He shakes his head. He said no one would play with him, Redford informed me. I felt my chest clench. I did what I wanted someone to do to me when I was his age. Come sit with me Jacky. I placed my hand on his shoulder. Obediently he sat next to me on the bench. Usually all the boys play together and all the girls play together or they’ll have small groups. I saw his usual group of friends were playing without him. Jacky would you try playing with the girls? No I don’t want to play anymore. I continued to talk to Redford but included Jacky and made him feel comfortable. Some of my students came to talk to me too (a few comes to talk to me at the bench often). They left after a few moments to  play. While they were choosing who should be “it” I told them to include Jacky. Why don’t you guys play with Jacky too. They all left in a hurry. That was not the reaction I expect. I felt sorry for Jacky. Jacky let’s practice our graduation dance shall we? He shakes his head. Come on stand up. He sighs and gets off the bench. Follow me. Step one, step two, step three… Good job Jacky, you got it. Ms. Michelle! Mandy ran towards me, what are you guys doing? We’re practicing our graduation dance. OH OH OH I want to practice too! Ok, how about you help Jacky since you had an extra week of practice. OK! Mandy agrees and started to instruct Jacky. First you do this, then this, then… NO! you’re doing it wrong! She flings her arms and hops in place whenever she is excited or happy and that is exactly what she did. She fixes his pose and they laugh. More of my students came to dance. Me too me too they all wanted to help Jacky. I watch as Jacky’s face lights up more and more. I started to smile going onto laughter. As I watch them enjoy themselves I felt an overwhelming feeling of happiness. Their innocence is so beautiful. I looked at Redford and told him I don’t ever want them to grow up. 

Paradise Awry: There’s always this aroma of coffee beans surrounding me as I walk...

paradise-awry:

There’s always this aroma of coffee beans surrounding me as I walk through my kitchen, preparing my morning espresso. “I should be quitting…” the words gentled escaped from my mouth as I reached for my pack of cigarettes. I tap the back of it against the table while reaching for my mug. Deep sigh….

Dream on good.: Five years passed, and she was living happily with the one who had her...

dreamongood:

Five years passed, and she was living happily with the one who had her heart. Nothing came between them. Of course there were little fights here and there, but ultimately—love reigned. Any other male that passed by or even exchanged words with her didn’t capture her interest, because her interest…

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han-alexander:

A little boy came up to us and asked her if she wanted a butterfly. “I’ll catch it for you!” And before we could give him an answer, he ran off and came back with his hands gently cupped together. He opened it up and the butterfly silently flapped its wings and walked carefully inside his palms. As I asked myself why isn’t it flying away, he asked her for her hand. She raised out a finger and he effortlessly set it on the tip of her nail. My reaction was to take out my phone to capture a photo before it could escape, but it never did. It just sat there, greeting us with its soft wings with no intentions of going anywhere else. It gave me a warm feeling on the inside. How nice it must be to live as a butterfly; or an innocent child who can attract one.

Could be the sun shining in my eyes

or a dust that crept inside

Either way I’m blinded and in tears

You watched my steps as I sat down

On the swings gripping so tight

don’t want to fall yet craving flight

Watching in hopelessness, you stay quiet

You can see the light

While I can only feel in the dark

You spoke to me softly and I pull back

You just want to help but I’m cautious

I got used to you speaking and I start to reciprocate

When it is dark, I opened my eyes

But you closed yours because you’re afraid

Now it’s my turn to guide you

I got off and sat you on my swing

Don’t be scared was all I could say

You were still trembling so I started to sing

Thank you for your kindness when I needed it most

Thank you for staying when I didn’t want you close

Thank you for trying when I hardly at all

Thank you for being there I’ll give you my word

I’ll do the same for you because you matter most

You opened your eyes because there’s nothing to fear

It’s just me and you and imaginary tears

Imaginary darkness and imaginary light

You got off the swing and took my hand

You landed on the softest land

Nothing to be scared of you won’t get hurt

We walked off as I took one last look

The swing is gone.