As a kid,
it hurted being
an island in the middle of the ocean

Seeing all your classmates,
bunch up together,
forming groups,
and just standing there
by the corner,
thinking why life left you out.

Groupworks were the toughest,
when friends were allowed to pick.
It hurted,
because I was always picked last.

That was so for three years,
until another island came over, and sat.
We said nothing.
But as the days turned to weeks,
and the weeks turned to months,
and as the months turned to years,
we became good friends.

The class soon bonded,
and I am happy to say,
that I bonded with them.

So, if you're an island like me,
don't be afraid to make friends.
Because they might just be,
the person that you've been always looking for.

Because after all,
all we really need,
*is a friend.

Back then,
in the years of young,
she was my everything.

Though the day was tiresome,
one glance at her,
would make me last the day.

If I was in need,
her company,
erased all my worried doubts.

Even an eternity,
wouldn't make up for one second
with her beside me.

When I was around her,
I felt complete.
She was the missing puzzle piece.
She was the Juliet to my Romeo,
and I was happy.

Back then,
in the years of young,
she was my everything.

But now,
she isn't anymore.

My mind flashes back,
to the deepest depths of my memories.
Back to the day when all went well.
Until I bumped into you.

Exhausted, I trudged through
the hot summer streets,
and found a quaint shop.

I sat.
I waited.
I looked around.
And saw what I really yearned to see.

In another island,
in another city,
in another town.
The chances would have been remote,
indeed they were,
but then,

*I still saw her,
and she still saw me.

Every time I forget,
or, at least,
seemed to forget,
you'd come back and haunt me with your stares.

Every time I finally
wasn't thinking about you,
you'd be there
to fill up my thoughts once more.

What has happened to this place?
It screams of pain,
ignorance,
death.
But above all,
it screams one question,
"Who am I?"

I know of a woman,
of endless beauty.
People call her by many different names,
But I call her Perlas.

On the outside, she looks fine,
as happy as she can be.
But the inside is a totally different story.
A war has raged upon her mind,
like two fierce lions,
battling for supremacy...
...for victory.

She does not know,
that she is slowly killing herself.
Already inches off of falling down a rocky cliff.
I watch the events unfold.
Page by page,
her thoughts,
her actions,
grow worse
and worse.

She hates herself for it.
But she does not change,
but only chooses to stab herself even more.
How could someone so beautiful,
curse herself over and over again?

The final blow, comes hard.
It knocks herself off her feet,
and sends her flying off the mighty cliff.
Down to the jagged rocks below,
She has sent herself to her own horrible death.

Once in a blue moon,
fate causes us to cross paths.
Briefly brushing past each other,
before parting our separate ways.

I was standing at the middle of the road,
alone,
neglected,
unloved.
And there you were,
your smile reaching the corners of your mouth,
metal fences restraining your bright white teeth.
Every part of my being lit up like a christmas tree,
and I felt whole again.
Your eyes met mine,
and my eyes met yours,
and we both knew.

Today, as my eyes met yours,
I didn't feel whole.
I didn't feel happy,
nor felt any sense of cheer.
Your stare pierced through the shroud that covered me,
searching for the secrets that lie within.
But you already know what that secret was...
As my eyes met yours,
I knew,
and you knew...

Walking on opposite directions,
I saw you,
and you saw me.
I kept on walking,
and so did you.
I hope you'd have spoken your mind.
But nothing came out of your mouth,
and nothing came out of mine.
Briefly brushing past each other,
I stopped to look behind,
You continued walking,
until you disappeared.

Once in a blue moon,
fate causes us to cross paths,
briefly brushing past each other
before finally going our separate ways.

Thank you for the journey you gave me.
Now, its time for each of us to start a new one.

If we were given the choice,
a choice to spend forever
in a moment of past,
what would it be?

Would it be,
a vacation,
a sunset at the beach?

Would it be,
in a mall,
shopping with friends?

Would it be,
a house visit,
or something more?

For me, it would be,
that day after school,
standing in the court of hoops,

with you.

I can honestly say,
I fell down the rabbit hole that was you,
Unable to keep my grip.
Got lost in those eyes,
that pull me in
closer to oblivion.
Drowned in the liquid that was your being.
I couldn't do anything.
I felt so helpless.
But back then, I loved helpless.

loved

But now that it's all over,
I don't want you to forget.
All those moments together,
were they all a dream?
Those days,
where our eyes would meet.
Are they to be locked up?
Another forgotten memory?

I'm glad I climbed out of the rabbit hole.
I'm glad I fought back.
I'm glad I didn't drown.
Now, since there is another,
there is one thing.
One thing I hope I accomplished.

*Is that I was somebody to you