Poem: In A Matter of Hours, In A Matter of a Day

I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.

 

In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
Our hope burned out
The rights we hold dear to our hearts
Disappeared like a ghost in the night
The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence
Look up into our own, asking us “Why?”
“Why did we do this?”
Our silence speaks volumes
As the dark cloud hovers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The King’s dream
The stem of our fight for change
Our cause for hope
A laughingstock amongst arrogant men
The lady in green
A symbol of freedom and dreams
Now shivers in fear
Uncertain of what is to come
The flag, waving proudly in the heavens
Lost all meaning
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The media says “Accept”
The media say “We must unite”
The media does not say “We’re sorry”
The idolized, used, benefited
Not once seeing the truth
The trust has gone
The pain lingers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of a day

I feel lost
I am angry
I feel empty
My country is gone
My heart is shattered
This heavy cloud has told me
It’s not okay that I’m me
It’s not okay that my family are here
My friends are different  when we are one in the same
Now, we must wait
Our uncertain future lurks around the corner
All the progress we made
All the hope we accomplished
Undone
In just one hour
In just one day

Poem: Grateful

Credit: nomoredirtylooks.com

 

Jagged scars

Red and blue bruises

All your actions

All your words

Left markings on my body.

You thought brought me down

Pushed me to my breaking point.

But through my battles

through my falls,

I found myself rising,

emerging from my tears.

Now I don’t see my scars as pain.

My scars tell my story.

My bruises tell my history.

I am the Phoenix,

rising from the ashes.

Now my battle cry is loud and clear,

Every pain, every tear

Has brought me to this moment.

Now, I look in the mirror

Can only think one thing

Grateful.

Cold Summer

I wrote this short story in high school  and thought I post it here. Hope you enjoy! 🙂

Seeing nature is different these days. The birds would sing their lovely melody to the new world. Trees would whisper to each other as if about the latest gossip of what happened this past winter. Their hands budding new leaves and spreading out their newly sprung fingers. The new scent that gives a great feeling that something good will happen. These are the fascinating things I would have observed. But today I see my heart dark and gloomy. The birds are all gone and the trees are all dead. The ground is barren not springing out new life. I am just staring out the window of our new house and see all of this instead of the transition of new birth. Continue reading “Cold Summer”