Since i was introduced to existence
The blood that nourished your bones pampered me
Your eyes that drained a color of a tree
Watched as I grow out such limbs and make sense

When I came to form a memory
You handed a portion of ladder
Say I must climb so time will run free
We can spend time with one another

As I go up and learned my distance below
Running like a machine for myself to follow
I cherished being with you in times of sorrow
Also capture moments no one can borrow

Through this ladder I saw the fountain of gold
In this height, the mountains are something to hold
Look how far we had climbed til our bond is strong
I hope this thing last for a million years long

But as time liberates us from the unknown
The bars are getting cold and so does it rust
"Child, don't you worry for memories are sewn."
With that being told, the next step became dust

I stopped climbing because it's over
I sat to put my tears in slumber
But hey, look how far we have hovered
Being grateful, you became my mother

Being white...is now a sin to society.







I was nothing but a plain canvass. Hanging in the wall, the consummate design of purity. One day, I threw a dot in the middle of my frame to see how life is like. Then all of the sudden, I became the attention of most paintings. I was art. I was meaningful. The thought of my imperfection is art. But not all commits to that sense of style, and they judged me. They smudged me with colors I'm unfamiliar with. Their hands changed me in terms of tragedy, just like themselves. My innocence became abstract with different intentions. The white no longer defined me, but the sins they made me do provide.

Gifts. Not all gifts consist of contagious laughs, nor shrieking woes. For most children, they receive joy, and sometimes a coffin for the old. Mine was hard to distinguish even up today. Because it was dressed like a daydream under the sheets of gray. A snowglobe, a sculpture of two faces, the atmosphere that surrounds it like a womb. It felt secure. A city of our dreams where no one can touch. The love that never came to me was there to watch. I remember feeling almost everything to the sound of your breath and fascinating wonders. With you the glitters there form a twister. The figures within will dance until their feet numb. Christmas hums whisper through the effect of the words 'i love you'. And those were the reasons I forgot it was all a lie. I forced myself a sweet lie. Because somehow, I lost the sense of reality. Your hands will never intertwine mine. Your eyes will never see that little world. Eventhough I admit I was fine, I blinded myself in this light. The thought of you managed to make chilly snows as glitter. The colors turned dull as I make out our figure. As if a midnight train, you abandoned our memories at dawn. And your heart making decisions like stone. It was gloomy and cold and funny. The perfect piece of broken melody. So I sing with this gift that you bestow, locking my soul in eternal sorrow.