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Sparkling Dust Dec 2016
When the sun left
you went with it
“In search for that warmth”
Sparkling Dust Nov 2016
Droplets of rain falling on an abandoned umbrella
Mud puddles loved by little children
I look out the window, to our garden, missing that red gumamela
Now withered, like my days, forgotten
“Growing up and growing out of things”
Sparkling Dust Nov 2016
Words are not enough to express
Our sorrow, our joy, our advices
So here are three roses
For us to commemorate your past successes

Three, we are sad to see you go
The school will miss the love you've shown
The lessons you've taught us, how life's a bow
That we are arrows aiming high, not low

Two, even though you will be far
Know that you have a home, our hearts
We are happy that you were a part
Of our school, you are golden stars

One, we wish you luck
Don't waste time when opportunities knock
Time can be told by a clock
But moments, in our hearts, they are locked

Cherish yours

Words are not enough to express
How much we love you, through worst or best
So before you go, here are three roses
To the Golden ones, see you again
“For the teachers who left for another adventure.”
Sparkling Dust Nov 2016
I stopped writing in a way that satisfies me
My writings are always hanging, empty
It's like I can't feel it
It *****
Maybe this is a "cool off"
Like how they do in relationships
Or a freaking divorce
I know it will come back someday
But not now
Not anytime soon
I need to take a break
Explore
Find myself
And be able to write again
“Drained out”
Sparkling Dust Jul 2016
I love a programmer
He is always there making codes
On different ways in order
To show how much he loves you so

There are times when he would
Just throw some complex hints at me
With utmost best I could
Try to find the meaning and see

See that maybe I'm right
With the theory that I have made
And maybe, just maybe
My words rhyme with what's in your head

But sometimes I want to
Just let go and then erase it
Sometimes I want you to
Be brave enough to just admit

That I'm something to you
Not a computer you play with
That your feelings are true
There's no condition that you need

I am afraid to feel
The tragic end of a sonnet
Where two lovers for real
Are mere strangers who'll never ever meet
“If we rhyme, then...”
Sparkling Dust Apr 2016
It was a few days ago
The last time you touched my hair
I ignored it and told myself
"Doesn't really matter"

My grades were failing
I was not able to cope up
Prom was nearing
And no boy nor friends came up

Those were dark days Gran
I can barely recognize who I am
You told me that everything will get better
You told me I'm stronger than Mom

I can still remember
The last sweater you knitted
The last movie we watched
The last food you heated

You were there for me
When my friends left
When Luke and I broke up
The night I cried, you sang and I slept

Those were the good in the bad Gran
But now, you have to go
And I was not there for you
I was busy with myself, I did not know

I came home with the usual routine
Called you while the house is still dark
No answer
I placed my shoes under the rack

I saw you
On the floor
Sleeping
For what seems like forever

I think that was the first time
I got worried about you
It is also the last time
I would ever be able to

You stayed in the hospital for weeks
I went to school because I need to pass
Focusing was a hard task
I should be by your side, I must

The skies were gray above the sea of black
Everyone was crying
Saying "she was the nicest"
"You were lucky to have her when she was still breathing"

I took you for granted
I never appreciated the small things you did
I was always looking for something far away
When all this time, you were all that I needed

In this house, I'm haunted by memories of you
Cooking, cleaning, knitting, watching
The feeling never abandoned me
Constantly there, reminding

That I should treat everything like it would be the last

Cherish moments while we're alive

Because once we stop breathing, we will become a memory

And we can never bring it back

I miss you Gran

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“For everyone that lost a loved one or is in the verge of losing one.”
Sparkling Dust Jan 2016
What is life without color?
Just a blank paper, blown away by the wind
Without any story to tell
Without glory to share

And here, thy painter of might
Came swiftly by the night
A name not so familiar
A shadow never seen

This is a painter
Coming forth to art
These works he creates
are of truth and the heart

Many are like him
With a brush and a pen
But each one is unique
Their success? We cannot tell when

Bring out the paint
that you have been hiding
Fill the paper with wonderful colors
This is your painting

And you can only experience it once
That is a proof of your adventure
Resting at last
*A once mighty painter
"Our life is an art"
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