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Akira Aug 2018
I want to shine bright just like the moon,
under the night sky I gleam.
I know this wishes will come true soon.
I hope this wishes won't stay as a dream.

I'am a living human with a purpose
for every little things I see is beauty.
To achieve my goal is my focus,
I will face this challenges bravely.

I will hold on tight
and won't care what society think.
As long as I'm doing right,
I'll just give them a wink.

For I know I will achieve my goals someday,
I will be happy in any way.
A reminder to myself
Akira Aug 2018
It's so hard to be a teen.
You will never know what would you be.
Sometimes, you wanna be green,
sometimes, you want to be a bee.

If I die tomorrow,
why not today?
If I play in snow,
what would people say?

No matter how hard the situation,
I won't give up and drained.
As long as I give action,
I won't be pained.

It's a blessing if no one will leave.
Staying faithful and naive.
This poem is for the people who leave me hanging, criticize me and doesn't believe me.
Akira Jun 2018
That summer day
on the month of may.
I was only fifteen
and you are sixteen.
We were in love
like the doves flying from above.

You find ways
to make me smile every time I'm mad.
We were so sure,
that our love was pure.
We believe in a saying that
"if were together, our love will be forever."

Every night dance of our small town
We danced like no one's watching.
We just let the beat of music
carry us into every step we take.
We enjoy every moment were together.
'cause deep inside we both know it only happens every summer.

When summer ends,
we promised to eachother
that no one can break us,
but months and days passed
the love was gone.
Teardrops from my eyes
every time you say lies.

I miss the old you.
The crazy things we do.
The memories we share.
The time we'd always spare.
I always cry under the night sky.
and the stars, the stars witnessed my loneliness.
Without you I can feel the cold bliss of air.
and every time it rains,
I just lay on bed and feel the pain.
Akira Apr 2018
A question that always running through my mind.
I s he the one?
Would he love me forever?
Would he stay?
Those are the questions that makes me anxious.

I know he love's me,
but is it enough?
What if he gets tired of loving me?
does he really love me?
What am I supposed to do?

A person may fall in love a hundred times,
but they fall for the right person ones.
Prayers, hopes and wishes
When can this be true?
Some of them work,
some of them not.

**** for the always anxious side of me
Maybe I didn't notice what I see.
Maybe he truly loves me.
I don't know, I can't be the woman he wishes for,
but I'm trying my very best to be me.
Akira Feb 2018
OCD
When I was thirteen,
I was anxious about my obsessive rituals,
Didn't expect that it was Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
And once you have it, it will never leave you.
Even at night, when I go to bed.
My mind drowns in waves of questions.
Have I washed my hands?
Are these plates clean enough?
Did I close the door?
Have I drank enough water?
It was hard for me,
The repetitions,
The struggle of everything turning into endless cycles          

When I was fourteen, I said,
"Mom? I'm having these kind of rituals."
I said, "Mom? Am I getting better?"
Well, mom thinks it's normal. But it's not.      
Well, I feel something bad and I feel that the world was against me, that the rituals were indeed sempiternal.

When I was fifteen,
My Obsessive Compulsive Disorder had completely risen up to another level.
I feel anxious, I feel bad, I feel that I am slowly sinking into an ocean filled with unspoken mysteries.
And every time, I try not to listen to those voices, those voices seem unable for me to conquer, those voices become higher than my power.

So when I turned sixteen,
I wished the life of a genuinely normal teen.
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is like a spell, a lifetime spell.
A spell that covers me, that controls me,
a spell with ***** hands that touch my soul.
And yet people think I'm crazy, I'm insane, that I'm hopeless, but the truth is I need help. I need people to stop the judgements and please understand my condition.
Akira Feb 2018
Remember the first day?
Remember the spark we feel?
A love that's like a flower
that gently blooms in a summer bliss.
Remember the embarrassment?
The shyness we both feel?
It seems like a light that suddenly appears.
You are humble, descent and most of all attractive,
why would I search for another when you are here?

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