Every day was a challenge, And things just weren't the same, You could try to avoid your reality, But then you'd be dreaming of better days, And as ambitious as I was, I was barely hanging by a thread, Enough to climb up to the top, And not enough to see overhead, I was lost before you came, I wasn't looking to be found, I didn't have to whisper your name, You heard me calling out somehow, You were like a candle, Whose flame burnt deeply in my eyes, And if I tried to close my eyes, I'd have visions of burning skies, Skies that burned a fiery red, That faded into shades of pink, And shades of pink that warmed the sky, Until it cried a purple ink, A purple ink that stained the sky, And had to be washed away, The ocean sprayed the sky with mist, The purple just blended with blues that stayed, You're everywhere I know you'd be, Because you are a part of me, I'm free of who I used to be, Burning skies are waiting for me. |
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Burning Skies.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Good Times, Good Times.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Dear Best Friend, How Long Has It Been?
Dear S,
It's been a while, huh? So I'm sitting in my English class right now, and our assignment is to write a letter to someone. And then all of a sudden, a flashback begins. And you know how in the movies, the room starts to blur and the background's fading? Well that's EXACTLY what happened. Before you know it, I'm stuck in a 3rd grade memory. You were 8, and I was 7. I remember how people from the Honolulu Star-Bulletin newspaper came in and took a picture of you reading a letter you wrote to the U.S. soldiers in Iraq. You wrote, "I hope you can beat up a lot of bad guys. I believe in you guys. You can do it. You guys rock." I remembered that because I cut that article out from the newspaper and taped it to my wall. I did it because you were my best friend.
I wanted to let you know, that I've been doing good, and I've missed you so much S. I haven't talked to you since that one time you emailed me after you left for Okinawa in the 6th grade. I know absence makes the heart grow fonder, but what happens if you never come back? Do you remember how Mr. O brought in popsicles right before you left? I do. We both had orange ones. It was so sad when you left because we were all best friends. . We were pretty much best friends with the whole grade. Didn't you love our school? I just wanted to write this one last letter, so you knew how I felt, because I don't think it ever really sank in. I thought you were the coolest, laid-back, funniest dude I have ever met. You and your crazy hairstyles, and me with my crazy everything.
I hope you read my letter, because I don't want to have the last word. I hope Okinawa is as cool as you make it seem. Just know that back in Hawaii, your friends will always be there saying, "I believe in you. You can do it. You rock."
With lots of love,
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Today&Now.
Oh the places we'll go,
Such wondrous places to see,
Take a look all around,
Breath it in,
Breath it out,
The essence of the world at your feet,
Such hidden beauty & amazing sites,
Won't lie in the places you'll go,
But really all of this hidden wonder,
Lies in the places you've been before.
So where are we going?
To the future or past?
Do we want to make memories,
or make them last?
I really don't know,
But I'm excited to see,
Oh please take my hand,
& live in the futures past with me.