The Gift

The one you love can give you the most strength,

Can also leave you at your weakest,

And the love that inspires you to go such length,

Can also bring you down to the blackest,

So as our gift too.

My gift of remembering vividly and expressing through words,

Is not something everyone can do,

Through various art forms eventually, I can envision myself into many worlds,

Although imaginary, it feels wonderful, 

But sometimes...unpleasant.

Day 40, April 29th

I dreamed a dream when I was still in high school,

And you were by my side, so perfect,

Together with no words spoken, the world we already ruled, 

With you by my side, I will protect.

Then I suddenly dreamed I was in a grand prom, 

Everyone was there, but you,

I searched endlessly for you so I roamed,

In the end, they danced but us two.

Day 51, May 10th

I dreamed from where I left off, I was in a metropolis,

People, people everywhere,

Still no sight of you, my peace continued to cease,

  No air no air, such nightmare.

Day 90, June 17th

I then dreamed where I finally got a house,

In a countryside, the green grassy plains,

 Beautiful, just like how you wanted.

  I also dreamed an earthquake roared as quiet as a mouse,

In an instant, I heard you shrieking in pain,

Terrified, I've never felt so daunted.

And before the dream ended from being aroused,

In my delusion, I failed to see you again,

Let down, the cracked holes left me taunted.

Day 110, July 7th

I had a dream with my friends in a singing room,

Together, we sang sorrow,

And out of nowhere, you appeared by my side.

Eye to eye, as if we were staring at the moon,

Together again, we refused to withdraw,

With you by my side, our lips then softly collide.

Thinking back, I've always wondered what your kiss meant,

It felt so real and full of life, as if like it was God sent.

But why did it feel that it was the last goodbye?

I know I won't get anywhere if I try to ask why,
Even if you see me cry with your very own eyes,

As I know that was the very last dream about you,

Same goes to this poem too...

The last poem I'm ever writing being a lovefool.

So long.

The Seven

 A rainbow has seven colours,

But in actual fact there are many more others,

As our eyes are limited by four different receptors,

One each for red, green, blue and violet, no further.

Just like me, though I've met many attractive girls,

Only seven have made a difference in my world,

Like how guys would say “she's like a diamond to me.”

But in my case, I see their auras pretty differently.

First, there was light. She was the first to melt my frost armour,

I felt alive just as how the sun gives life to the flowers planted by a farmer,

She never fails to shine brightly whenever she flashes her smile,

It would make anyone run for her even if it was a thousand miles,

But like the distance between the sun and earth,

There were many just not good enough for her worth,

A decade long of chasing the unattainable dream,

A year long to build self-confidence through her gleam.

And a day to turn the rainbow, butterflies & falling petals,

Into skies of ashes, fake moths & paper flowers,

All she wrote was “We can't be together.”,

Though that time I was in the world of pain,

I adapted the bane and let it flow through my veins,

So to say, she was the first to make me crumble and fall,

Hey that's ok, because until today I still can't see her aura at all.

Lost my way, the black red thoughts blurred the rays,

For letting them roam that was the price that I had to pay,

Restless and no peace for me to lay, then came along a silver fay,

She's small and fragile, but it's so that she can sit on my shoulders,

To remind me to endure with the light in a mist of daggers,

So with her patience I stopped role playing the lone ranger,

So in return, I too, will look out for her if she faces danger.

So there was also this girl that I met in my first-year course,

Ever since then until now she became my right hand rose,

It's kinda funny coz back in high school she and I weren't that close,

Same goes to her too with her heart shut froze from foes,

Although both of them are the ideal girl that I'd like to have,

It's just that if I snatched her away I'd be convicted of theft,

And to pursue her out of bereft just wasn't right so I left.

Left to pursue somebody, someone like the sun to save my breath from death,

And true enough, through the dusk I was greeted by the stardust from above,

Enchanted then infatuated, I thought I was what she was looking for in love,

Blinded then disappointed, the feelings of going nowhere I quickly shoved,

But nonetheless, her stars still accompanied me through my continuous rove,

As a reminder not to lose hope no matter how hopeless it may seem,

As a reminder that I'm never really alone nor forgotten by Him.

I still remember you of course, and sometimes I wonder how you are doing,

Our past early mornings till the late evenings, the way we used to tell each other everything,

We had our cheesy moments and stings, but that was what strengthen our bond and feelings,

Despite a black wind took you away without letting me knowing why,

I just want to thank you for everything we went through even though there were no goodbyes,

I learn a lot about myself much better, I went through hell again to pick myself up again stronger,

I learn to love again with you, and thank you for the love you returned too,

You were the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, a painful blessing is what you were to me.

 So this ends my short story of the seven,

And how each step I got closer to heaven,

To the celestial six that I've mentioned,

This is how you ladies caught my attention,

Your power to bring us men to another dimension,

Out of love, we'd break our limits to a higher ascension.

Please don't ever stop shining :)