Poem 17

No meter but with rhymes. 

I don't know what kind of poem to call this and I won't pretend to know.

 It's just a poem I wrote that I thought I'd show.

It seems that everyday that I come in and see you

I feel like I can't speak, looking through your clear eyes.

Even though I can feel coldness when you knew,

With the decision you made, I can only respect and realize.
In this I wish for you to stay forever alive and not in vain, 

For to me, you're more remarkable than what others see, 

Even when you'd think a glimpse is what you may attain, 

You've changed a lot in me, for that, you mean more to me.

Verse I

Even when I knew what to say, to think, to act
I always fall short of what I dreamt, felt and thought
Wishing myself having in others what I lack
Thinking that love'll come when I find what my mind sought.

Sweet Lies

"Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence"

–H.L. Mencken

SWEET LIES always mask the bitter truth. Whether in life or in love, the truth isn’t always as appealing as the lies in which our thoughts comfort ourselves. But lies, as to their nature, do not last long; a tower stacked without cement: it hides its weakness with the façade of height and magnificence. Sooner or later, lies will crumble underneath its own foundation. Why, then, do we drown ourselves with the fleeting lies our thoughts make up? Why, then, do we choose to live in ignorance of these lies? The answer

Literature: The Radical and Subversive Gear of History

What drives remarkable men and women in history? If history is the study and recording of the changes that occur in human civilization, it would be sensible to say that these people are those that initiated change whether of positive or negative inclinations.

Between Night and Day

When twilight enters the realm of a man who was once called upon as a child, his surroundings slowly become withered, gray and nostalgic. Memories are his only comfort in the world where his actions no longer become as exciting or important as it was once. Love becomes his one joy and family becomes most important in his life.

Two Selections

While taking the English sub-test of the N.A.T., I read two interesting selections from two separate questions that I've pondered on:

The first tackled the idea of Happiness.

Sonnet 3 (What Once Was)

A world both clean and free,

With fields of grass and rivers so clean,

Vivid colors are all around to see

Were only hopeful dreams I've seen.

At present, the world seems so bleak;

With rivers so toxic it flows in green.

Everyone acts with ignorance as we speak,

Towards the world I wish I could've seen.

Food, money, power and worthless leisure,

All this we seek through careless acts.

And our minds, corrupted by pleasure

Cannot see the horrid facts.

The future may be no more to live for

To be hopeful, we must give more.

Sonnet 2 (Dreadful Attitude)

I see but a darkened husk

Of beauty once bright and clear.

Disappearing by the dusk,

Screaming though none would hear.

It gives expecting no gratitude.

With nothing more to hold unto,

Secluded in Silence

All my hatred fills my heart with such rage

Of friends and family both null and fake

Void of acceptance, my life is a cage

Full of regrets and enemies to make.

Youthful Dreams

For Rose, the object of my once youthful dream, 

a person I never tried to know.

Long, yes, yet on this seventh year it seems

My love is dying; Now I've been seeing

That I have been dreaming such foolish dreams

All I see now is how I've been lying.

Its Generosity has blinded me

Never have I worked tirelessly for it.

For on that year, I changed so you could see

That I can be the best, so I may fit