Alaska Young

Alaska Young Jun 2014

How did you love in the past?
I wanna know the entire story
when i wasn't the one
running circles in your mind
and when i wasn't the one
giving meaning to your life

How did I love in the past?
It was bitter, and it was very sweet
he engulfed my entire presence
every word that I would say
every dream that I would dream
everything was about him.

How did you love in the past?
I wanna know your feeling
when I wasn't the one
bringing your head in the clouds
and when I wasn't the one
making your heart sing aloud

How did I love in the past?
I was never so sure of anything
I held on to an invisible rope
clinging on tightly more than I should
but instead of giving me that relief
i didn't notice that it was a noose

How did you love in the past?
I wanna know the intensity
when I wasn't the one
making your heart skip a beat
and when I wasn't the one
visiting your dreams when you're asleep

How did I love in the past?
Somehow, there's a miracle
all the feelings are gone, just like that
It was as if nothing ever happened
for the love you are giving me is greather than
how you loved in the past.

#love #past

Alaska Young Oct 2013

The Story Of The Flowers

I picked a flower near the sidewalk.
Placed it on her hair, with outmost care.
I told her, never listen to all of them.
My pretty dear, reject your fear.

The next day, I picked another flower.
Pinned it in her chest, where it looks best.
I told her, be brave my angel.
You may fall down, but don't ever frown.

I stringed some flowers.
A pretty necklace, giving her such grace.
I told her, you are my precious.
Head up high, not letting out a sigh.

And one day, I picked a flower.
Placed it on grave, the last one I gave.
You are now in heaven, my love.
I promise you I'll try, I won't ever cry.

Alaska Young Oct 2013

This Morning, I shall be.

This morning, I shall be.
I chose to sit on the sidewalk,
draw things on it with a chalk.
Avoiding people who wants to talk.

This morning, I shall be.
I chose to sing near the sea.
Voicing out lyrics, with great glee.
An enchanting siren, they called me.

This morning, I shall be.
I travelled miles on my own feet.
A smile for everyone I would meet,
A simple bow for those I greet.

This morning, I shall be.
My brain was filled in every nook,
for I just finished reading a book.
Great fantasies, they always cook.

This morning, I shall be.*
The world's greatest, I believe.
Be proud of what you achieve,
with surprises up on your sleeve.

Alaska Young Oct 2013

Puzzle Piece

I found a puzzle piece on the floor.
I cherished it. I spent time with it.
We biked through the streets,
and even cuddled under the sheets.

I found more puzzle pieces on the floor.
I picked them up. But I knew I had to stop.
I had a special piece, the first.
You just happened to satisfy my thirst.

These puzzle pieces I found once on the floor;
I was wrong. They were a lyrics to a song.
I set you down for a little while,
and deciphered the puzzle with a smile.

I found a lot more pieces on the floor.
Telling the story. Relieving my worry.
But there was something I did forget,
that first piece I was able to get.

The puzzle pieces joined together on the floor.
Making an image. Erasing the damage.
And when it was about to be complete,
a piece seemed to be missing, even under my feet.

My puzzle pieces lie on the floor.
Never a picture. It was nothing but a rapture.
For the piece that started it all,
was in a place where I could not crawl.

— The End —