Dewey and Brisk…
Sweet nothingness-
Vast and real
You entice me.
Once life surrounds
A soul-
And starts to sing
A sweet melody,
The one of dawn.
Under violet light,
Restless and sleepless-
Signs of renewal.

inadequacy is not a feeling of sadness;
more so one filled with great anger
and a sense of betrayal.
don’t let yourself
get to your head
because-
soon-
it will surely
force your happiness
dead.

Leaving home is no longer exiting the address attached to my paperwork.
The walls that contain my childhood are a time capsule full of spoiled memories.
The bedroom where I prayed away scary monsters is now a skeleton of myself with transplanted hobby attempts by my mother.
The rearranging of furniture, the shifting of pictures, the emptiness of space and claustrophobic piles of clutter in the closets push me outside.
Outside, where the trees grew with me and kept me shaded while my imagination transformed the branches into jungles or utopian planets ruled by female playmobile.
My mother laments at the clutter and space we hoard while my father would be happy as long as his tools are untouched.
Leaving home is like entering into a comma, and every time I wake up I've lost another memory.

Sometimes I feel as if
You have something to say;
Like it is on the tip of your tongue...
But you push it away,
And swallow those words
That would create sentences,
Which would develop paragraphs
That would have meaning.
Those significant phrases-
Shunned and Lost,
Deep into the depths
Of your conscience.
I do realize that this
May seem like over-analyzation,
But I see a glimmer in your eye
That deserves to turn into
Fireworks.

How must you expect me to succeed,
When you gave up your dreams
So long ago?
You have given me everything,
Which I will never forget-
You made me who I am.
But settling for an average life
Seems so much less than what you Wanted…
Than what you are worthy of having
As your own.
You have the vigor and perspicacity
To achieve more,
To achieve the contentment
That you very much deserve.
There is still so much time
That we have as living, breathing beings
On this beautiful,
Oscillating sphere of dust.
So need not worry,
I will be a part of this realization
When it embraces your consciences.
And when that time comes,
I hope that you will read
Upon this line,
And be proud of me-
As well as yourselves.
*Someday,
When we have started our lives,
You will too-
It is an inevitable truth.