I thought my ears will forever forget the sound of your voice
But accidents happen
And now I no longer know what to believe
I used to think that when the day we meet finally comes I will be scared shitless not knowing what to do

But I am calm now
Because when I think of the things you did to me I realise that you were just a lesson
A tough one, I must admit but I learned a lot
And I hope you did too

Farwell, old friend
This time for good
Because I no longer am your student

Lessons always being learned
Ill prepared we begin this test
Failure at every turn
Experience our only guide

Where have all the flowers gone?
Their delicate petals have withdrawn
They’ve curled up, like they are scared
Their bright colors no longer flared

Where have all the waters gone?
They no longer gleam at dawn
The river and the streams run dry
Leaving the many fish to die

Where have all wildlife gone?
The subtle birds and the baby faun
The chitter and chatter leave only an trace
Of the wonders that have been erased

Where has all the sunlight gone?
It used to wake at morn and yawn
Only a memory of warmth upon my skin
A ghost of what things have been

— OrcasTogether

She traverses the deepest of canyons
And does without help from companions
One might say this is supremacy abound
That this is where bravery is found

She reads and reads through endless nights
And takes her knowledge to great new heights
One might say this is where power comes
That the wise ones shall never succumb

She opens her heart to all she sees
Her smile as soft as the wafting breeze
One might say this is mastery galore
That this is what everyone adores

She goes step by step all the way
The hardest burdens can’t make her sway
One might so this is profuse resolve
The answer to the question none could solve

So which of them holds the brightest light?
Who carries the ultimate might?
But our abilities need not be aligned
For there’s no truth to how strength is defined

— OrcasTogether

A valiant knight in shining armor
A beauteous princess seeking a hand
A kind and charming bounteous farmer
That becomes ruler of the mystic land

A cascade of bejeweled fairytales
Embedded in endless pages
Thousands of magical paths and trails
The stories of many ages

A velvety cushion beneath my feet
A fantasy in my mind
An image of a world complete
With whimsical humankind

Flipping through the ancient tomes
Imaginating the scenes
A tale of petite garden gnomes
Of princes and kings and queens

Oh, how I miss being right at home
With my magical little friends
Even this dainty little poem
Can’t capture how each tale ends

Sitting on the dilapidated couch
The book within my sight
Upon the plush seat I slouch
My heart encased in delight

Gently placing the book in my hand
I feast on the creation of word
Little did I understand
These reveries would be deferred

Oh, how my life has unfurled
How change comes out of the blue
How I wish that our veridical world
Could be like a fairytale too

— OrcasTogether

When you don't like yourself
You tend to dislike everything connected to you

New things seems to be more attractive
When you learn to love yourself

Then the same old love
Starts looking new
Starts looking nice

Thank you
For teaching me
How to love myself