Behind this door I saw a being mythical to me With the most beautiful eyes Baby blue Almost blurred.
Behind this door I felt inexplicable feelings. Curiosity as I held this knob Stilly I briefly opened the door Afraid of alerting that being. Her Who had to see her son As her brother. Her That I almost know nothing about.
Just like a legend Unbelievable until you see. Hidden behind this door Afraid to scare the fairy away Thanks to that existence I’m able to breathe Yet I’m nonexistent in her life.
I’m only twelve Why? Why is it hard to understand? I’ve been given a great chance To at least see her From afar Yet why am I so greedy…
Behind this door I met my other self This envious being Of those close to her Of those who can hug her Of those who can be patted by her Of those who can be praised by her Of those who can sit next to her.
Envy Since I don’t share any traits with her. She’s like a royal pearl I’m but chocolate milk. Her wide baby blue eyes Against my slanted hazy eyes.
Nothing seems to link me to her That beautiful being Only this invisible red thing That flows in my being.
Behind this door I was astonished To the point of crying I felt the hidden longing At least a warm hug At least to be acknowledged At least to feel my existence. At least…
That was my first and last Encounter with my grandmother Behind this door Quietly admiring her That fairy that can not see But only hear That fairy That never knew my existence Yet she is engraved in mine…
Life is but a book The writer is but a politician History is repeated Just like any other book The difference Is the writer The politician behind the pen The plot is always the same Sometimes well outlined Sometimes lazy pillars Either way They both collapse In the reader’s eyes Either at the middle Or the end But it’s always the same. I see sickness of the mind In these troubling times I’ve seen how people Get greedy with opportunities I’ve seen a lousy storyteller Light the last firework To incite violence And distract The local readers.
A mere copycat Trying to rewrite History’s thorn past. Lost souls In flames In despair Segregated Malnourished Hunger of hatred Is what he seeks Filming second-rate movies For the world to see Idiocracy at its full.
And yet I can’t seem to understand The ignorant I still can’t understand The greedy Much less The influence Of a mere liar.
Is it sweet yet stupid whisper? Is a movie maker More important Than a leader? Is a barricaded coward better Than peaceful confrontation?
Wake up America! Terrorism is within Is covered in fur Doesn’t matter the softness It was still teared from the prey! Don’t shut your eyes Don’t cover your ears Don’t be distracted by lies Don’t lose yourself in the fog. Don’t Please just don’t…