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"I know that something changed him. He keeps that smile on, but probably somewhere deep in his heart, something was hurting."

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Do You Think It's Worth the Fight?

Many people have told me this before, "If you truly love someone, just let them go." Going through all the good and messed up relationships I have had, I truly believed in that statement. Yes, it was better to let go.
I call bullshit on that. 
As I'm older now, I realized how much of a fuck up I was. How I could have had everything I ever wanted, but it has taken me so long to be where I am. My ex always told me to grow up, and it took two years, but hell I finally am. It fucking sucks.
But it allows me to think. It allows for my mind to draw conclusions to the problems my preteen brain created back then.
If someone is worth keeping in your life, then keep them. If you love them, but they don't love you, then just realize it and move on. You don't have to let them go. Just keep them around for other sake.
Because they are worth it.
Maybe this makes no sense and I'm just ranting. Maybe this is just me talking after getting too many blows to the head at boxing. Maybe I'm just crazy.

If you are reading this. You know who you are. I believed that you were worth keeping around as a friend. Sorry it was a little bit late. 2 years? It's a while, but I'm slow. 
I tried. I tried so hard to be your friend. 
How about some reciprocity? 

Signed, 
Hae

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

We Are No Different From You

Some call this union a blessing
Some call it a sin
But my love for you
Comes from within
If colour is no longer an issue
If we have let our mentalities bloom
Then why is gender a problem
Considered a threat of terrorism
To be destroying Earth's population
Brutalizing God's creation

But God told you to love me.
He told me to live, to be
He didn't tell you to judge me
He didn't tell me to bleed
He didn't even tell me to believe.

Some call this union a blessing.
Some call it a sin.
...
But my love for you.
Comes from within.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thing One and Thing Two

Playful poem for someone special to me.
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If I was thing one
And you were thing two
I would say to you
Hey thing two
I think I’m in love with you

Now you would say
Hey, that’s not quite right
Why should I be thing two tonight

We would fuss and fight
Tickle and tease
Gurgles and shouts
Ha’s and whee’s!

Now as thing one
The best one at that
I’d say to you with a pat
You are not just thing two to me
Can’t you see?
You are the whole world to me
Not thing two or thing B
Thing Do or thing mi

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Guardian Angel

I do not particularly follow a particular faith. For the longest time I believed that the world was on it's own. Set forward by pure science and luck. 

My faith has changed then, when I moved away from home. 
But then the question came forth: Which religion do I follow?
I find it hard to answer that. I turn to all different forms of deities when I am feeling stressed, or lost. It isn't because I am fickle and indecisive, but rather that I believe that if the faith is there, it shouldn't matter which religion I believe in. 
The faith remains the same shouldn't it?
I've been broken and lost. Shattered into a million pieces and I thought I could never, ever, pick myself back up. I didn't think I had the courage to pick up my head and go on with my day. Then I met this person...wonderful person and honestly the first thing running through my mind when I first saw her was: "Wouldn't it be great to know her?" 
Things may not be working out for me at the moment, but the day goes on. Between us, money, things like that do not matter. In the end... at the end of the day, I realize that she's my best friend.The bond between us is strong and can not be broken that easily. 
In strange ways our lives overlap. 
This was inspired by her. I promised to always protect her. I don't have to. She's strong, she can protect herself. But I want to. I feel like it's the least I can do for her. She is so brave and has such a big heart. It's hard not to fall for someone like her.
When I feel broken and lost...I know she's there with me. And I remind her the same each day.
"Hey, dear...I'm not that far away after all."   

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Guardian Angels protect me
Giving me strength when I might fall
Giving me the power to go on
Giving me light before dawn

She watches over me
Guiding me when I’m lost
Giving me grace through it all
Allowing me to go where I want

To take the road I want to take
She judges me
Not on my religion, but my faith
Not on my belief nor my hate
But rather my love for her
To her I’m no other –
There can be no other stronger
Than my love for her

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Rainy Days

I want to say
Don't be afraid
I'll hold your hand through
These rainy days

The sun will rise
Dry away the rain
As time goes on by
Taking away the fear and pain

Distracted

It's been awhile. Distracted by work. Sometimes I forget the things that mean the most to me.
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Distracted by particles
Dancing through the air
Stuck here daydreaming
Without a care
Wondering about
Where you are
Tell me, are you somewhere
Dancing with the stars?

But please, come back soon
Because you feel so far.

[When you're not beside me
It feels strange.
Like I can't breathe
Too great of a change.
You've opened my eyes
And I don't feel the same.
You. You made me believe
That life can be fine again.]

Monday, November 21, 2011

Monster

In a way our lives are entwined
But it keeps getting caught within our own net of misery
Their lives fade and start to dim
It makes it hard, so we can’t see
Making us forget what we truly are
But then the wind answers me…
Monsters.

What’s that I hear?
I hear a voice
I hear a whisper
A voice that mumbled something
Something like…
Monsters

Somehow I’m sure an ocean’s breeze will calm the storm
But only that and nothing more
Walking through the bloodstained halls –
Pushing through these crimson doors
And all I hear is the voice grows louder
It grows angrier
Shaking fear through my bones
And it shouts to me
Monster!

Blinded by the darkness
Confused by the rain
Frightened by the voice
The moaning voice returns again
Monster

Mustering the courage
I clench my fist
And bare my teeth
I shout to the invisible voice
“I may be a monster
That I know
But the very least
I have things to show.
The conquest
The horror
I’ve seen it all
At least I’ve been there
Through it all.”
But I’m a monster.