A Silent Wish

I hold so many lost dreams and wishes in my heart that the poor organ doesn’t know what to do with it anymore. In the end, all it can do is ferociously pump the little dream and wish remnants along with my blood throughout my body. It’s fuel. It’s passion. It’s a merciless drug that feels so good you take more and more only to hit a crash when things turn sour or the world turns against you.

I wish for my dreams to never die and for my wishes to keep traveling across the Milky way along the stars’ pale river. I want my voice to be heard and yet I can’t speak for my dreams remain locked inside my body with my heart as its main provider. But one day I want my story to be heard so I can help others like me struggling in a society that seems to have forgotten their own dreams that remain trapped in a decrepit voiceless machine.

But first I must help myself before I bare the strength and wisdom to help others. I need to surpass my own inner demons and focus on my own silent wish locked inside my heart. It’s the only thing that hasn’t find its way out. It is confused and lost just as so many others on the place we call Earth. Where or what is the key to my wish? Just what is my wish that remains in bittersweet silence.

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Atmosphere of Dreams

Returning to the indigo skies of that day

We hop onto the Ferris Wheel to take us up and above fate

The atmosphere is so festive

Filling the air with hopes and dreams of another day

Sitting in this brand-new carriage,

We peer into each other, already aware that our future starts tonight

 

Drums go chan-chan-chan!

As food sizzles on the grill

The beat of the music goes ban-ban-ban!

As dancers twirl to the rhythm

It’s a matsuri that we all came together and drew

Where couples go chu

And the night turns to morning dew

 

A girl in love and a boy in love

Watched from above inside the Ferris Wheel

They peer into their future

Trapped by the atmosphere of dreams

But they have a hope

A hope that they cling to as fireworks burst in the sky

 

 

Dawn comes to tear them away

But they are stuck in the atmosphere of dreams

They can’t run away, not today, not ever

As they cling to each other like chocolate and cream

 

Drums go chan-chan-chan!

As food sizzles on the grill

The beat of the music goes ban-ban-ban!

As dancers twirl to the rhythm

It’s a matsuri that we all came together and drew

Where couples go chu

And the night turns to morning dew

 

A girl in love and a boy in love

Watched from above inside the Ferris Wheel

They peer into their future

Trapped by the atmosphere of dreams

But they have a hope

A hope that they cling to as fireworks burst in the sky

 

Returning to the indigo skies of that day

We hop onto the Ferris Wheel to take us up and above fate

The atmosphere was so festive filled with hopes and dreams of another day

Sitting in this worn-out carriage we peer into each other

We are already aware that our future started that night

Marshmallows and Hot Cocoa

Snow floats softly from the pale grey sky. The world is encased in silence as we watch the wonder before us. My burnt skin stands in contrast to the pale you in this winter wonderland. Watching the you full of smiles, hugs that make me melt, and glances that make my heart flutter, I ask myself, “What did I do to deserve this?”

It’s a dream. A fantasy that belongs only to me–it’s too good to be true.

Shivers bring you closer–your warmth melting into mine. I push away saying I don’t want to be hurt. I ache all over knowing it won’t last. You’re too ideal for my imperfections. Why are you here with me? Why are you here? Why aren’t you with your Miss Right? I ache. I ache. I ache all over.

You attempt to pull me closer, but that makes the contrast between you and I stark–more obvious so that I cringe. My attempts to push you away makes us both fall–you on top of me. A marshmallow with hot chocolate. What did I do to deserve this? I’m trapped in a dream I can’t wake from. It’s wonderful! But why do I feel so bad? Cause I know I will get hurt. Cause your reassurances won’t last. Soon, Miss Right will take you away from this dream, from me, from your hot chocolate. The snow blinds me but not you. Not you–you can still see. Taking my hand in yours, you lead me deeper, irreversibly into this dream.