But,
What if we have it all wrong?
What if reality,
Isn't what we think?
What if our dreams were reality?
A world where we can fly,
Lounge above the clouds
Have super powers,
Fall in love with no complication,
Always beat the bad guy.
Why do we always-
Have to accept that we are stuck,
In such a horrible world
When we have the power to go other places?
Why can't sometimes,
We just dream?

When morning dawns
I shall gather my flower basket
And pick the white jasmine blooms
I shall stare at the cotton candy pink clouds
Racing across the morning sky
When morning dawns anew
I shall retreat to the forest
Where I shall dance in glee
I shall celebrate the dawn of a new day
The rebirth of the sun shining in the east
I shall wear dewdrops in my hair
I will embrace the sunrise
And dance in the horizon
When morning dawns once more
I shall waltz upon the vibrant hills
Arrayed in cloak of hunter green
When morning dawns tomorrow
I shall sing to the heavens
And be grateful just wake up
To another beautiful day
I will thankful just to be alive
Alive, happy, and carefree

*~Marian~

Paperworks and all the lessons
Sharpened my mind to behold
more and more of that useless knowledge
We would probably never use.

Tests are bad enough.
Marks at the corner teach
us nothing but jealousy.
The adults compare and
judge as much as they want to
And screamed and shouted
cried and muttered.

Exams are anything but better.
You got stuck in a room
Imprisoned
by the tension.
Suffocated
by the
hot headed determination
to strive for the stars.
Inhumanly high.
This isn't hollywood movies
Nothing like the literature essays
'how do we create tension'
the subjects
hold your fate
but you did once told yourself
'I have no life'

So what are we doing here?
Wasting our days
on something so terribly useless.
Insignificant lectures when we know
Accountants hated maths.
Doctors hated biology.
but they are who they are because of
good results.
They will realize
no teachers like marking
stupid homework.
They hate the red crosses
And so do we.
Exams doesn't teach us
how to be a good person.
how to cope with beasty bullies..
how to survive
on our own.
It doesn't show any real talents
nor your low (high) IQ
It's just a pain in the ****
You have to deal with before
you became wrinkled, grey
fuzzy and old.

yes someone
would be pleased
well the moon
made of cheese but
the moon
was not accustom
to an invasion
by
the gray
earth rats
from a
different persuasion
yes
the moon
made of cheese

From what I've written on here
     I also write it on paper
      Just in case this site gets deleted
             Some how
       In paper its reality
          I get to feel the words  off pen
                       Onto  pretty paper

I was full of pride
Trying to be the best
The vessel
The good guy

But inside was this small human
So small
Layered up
So afraid
To be seen as weak

My shell began to be more than protection
It began to take control
Control of my emotions
You couldn't see me

I tried
I really did
Or did I ?

But it would just repel
My Ego was too strong
Rooted into my flesh
I needed to break
So I did