3 days since we last saw you,
that day when you went out of the blue
Gone with the wind, leaving us with no clue,
Please tell us what they say ain't all that true

Tell us you're still there,
and you're still standing strong
tell us you can still bear -
everything, and it won't be too long
till you are back in the arms of the people that care

Let this all be not just a lesson, but also a reminder
to me, to you, and to all of us.
How small we are, set side by side with our dear Creator
whose Will that we can only trust.

Please come back, MH370.

you are someone's reason to breathe.

it's been a while
since my pen last flew,
across the ocean
over the sky,
"i'm back," she whispers,
silently to my little thumb
and the other little fingers,
and they lived,
happily ever after.
i'm using a pen,
trying not to make any mistakes
for i've no bibs
for the little spills
from my clumsy self,
i'm just letting the words go
like how it should be
when things come straight from the heart,
that's how magic happens,
that's where i found you.

You? You.

"I love you, girl"
She didn't know that
that's the last time she'll ever hear
you say that you love her

"I love you, more"
Future plans, big dreams
crumbling down from the highest skies
leaving you now, with just cries

You *paused.

And with a tint of breath
that she used to feel when she lay in your arms
that she'll *never get to feel again,

"If you say so,"
You finally said with a hinge of laughter
hoping that things would seem a little brighter
not knowing that there won't be any after

and now there's not much left
no more little kisses,
just life-long misses

You can't see me but i'm waving hello
to all of you, just like a little talk show
and should i add, that i don't play the cello

As i start on my journey here
i'm having goosebumps, a little fear
but words are to me, such a dear
i hope that they will get your cheer

i believe that poems don't  have to always rhyme
what matters more is the way they chime
right through your heart, just like a dime

i hope you will love me
by the way i wobble when i look at your face,
the way i look away from your (beautiful, beautiful) eyes,
the way i talk too much when i talk about my favorite book which you don't understand,
and the way i mess up my words in the middle of my stories.

because these are all that makes me, me.

Billions of years before we're here,
when Adam only had Eve to hold so dear
with the gardens so green, and the skies so clear
things were perfect, there was nothing to smear.

As the years go by, the buildings got higher
more concrete we see, trees are no longer together
our selfishness we feed, and we no longer bother,
oh Mother Earth, what have we done to Her?

Maybe one day when we lose everything,
(in fact now, do we still have anything?)
we'll learn how to appreciate something so charming,
and get back to the days where it wasn't alarming.

As the rocks crinkle with my very step,
with the leaves rustling through the wind
looking up, a beautiful sky i see
unfathomable and free,
just like how our dreams used to be.

As we grow older all that we hear,
"Study hard, don't be like her,"
"I've planned things for you dear,"
and "Stace, please, are you sure?"

So much insecurities,  how do i start?
how do i learn, to follow my heart?
When will i go, to the places i long?
Hopefully soon i'll be somewhere i belong

Will one ever — bake
and have too much cake
till their buds goes out of shake

Will one ever — watch
horror movies to much
till they no longer feel as afraid as they used to be

Will one ever — love
someone so dearly
they hold each other so closely
till one day they just
storm out the door furiously

Will one ever — hurt
their hearts too easily
they fall so quickly
in traps so clumsily

they get their hearts broken too much
by people who only loved them for a touch
so worthless they felt, they're now in parts
that they start on breaking other's hearts