Thank You, Veterans

To all who have served for the country:

Thank you.
Without you, life would not be as we know it today,
Nor would it be as safe as it is now.

Perhaps this is not a happy occasion for you,
With many of your comrades living in your memories,
But I am grateful-
For the sacrifices,
For your part in creating the present.

So, I say it again:
Thank you.

Father's Day

So today is the eighth of August (the eighth month of the year)... Did anyone notice something? Well, for those who are fluent to Mandarin then you may know that today is known as Father's Day. So, have a happy Father's Day everyone. -smiles-

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Perfect in My Own Way

Perfect. Ideal. Role-model. There will be at least once in your lifetime that you feel inferior to another. Why? Most of us strive to better ourselves, to be closer to perfection. And each one of us have our own definition of being "perfect". Because of that, some people seem to be perfect (or near perfect) in the eyes of others. Truth to be told, we all have our faults. But because we have faults, we also have our strengths, so to speak. After all, life is all about balance. If there is light, then there is dark. One cannot exist without the other. If we have our strong points, then we must also have weak points. So, don't go underestimating yourself; play to your strengths and make up for your weaknesses.

We will never be the epitome of perfection, really; no matter how much we strive, we can never be "perfect". Why? Because there will always be something we would find unsatisfactory. Because as we progress through life, our image of perfection will continue to change and alter. And to me, it is the ambition, the drive to further ourselves that is truly important.

-Angel

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Hello to All

Hello! It's me, Angel. It's quite late for an intro but this is the first post that I've "spoken" to you readers. For those that have visited my blog before, I'm sure the first thing you've noticed would be how different the way the blog looks like. And for those who are new, well, just consider this the first actual blog post; the previous ones include my poems and snatches of stories in the making. But back to the readers who've been on this blog before. If it hadn't been for that cover picture, you would've thought that you've stumbled on an entirely different blog, right? -smirks-

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you readers that I'm going to blog properly, rather than just posting my poems, quick-writes, and such. Think of this post as a sign of the blog "turning a new leaf", so to speak. Though, I'm still going to post some poems among other things every once in a while, so no worries if you like reading them. So, hope you enjoy my blog!

-Angel

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Oblivious in Love

Those words I hear you say-
As you whisper them to your girlfriend's ear;
I can't help but feel-
So alone.

I stand in the background,
Watching your displays of affection to her.
I wonder why I keep-
Waiting for you.

I try to tell myself it will be a matter of time,
Before you realize your true love.
But I know deep down-
I am only a fool who is blinded by love.

I grasp onto the small sliver of hope,
That one day you'll acknowledge-
My feelings for you.
And how obliviously in love you are with me.

-Angel Lin.

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture.

Won't Forget You

To my friend and inspiration, Brianna:

I won't forget-
The first day we met,
When we were introduced by our friends.

From that day on-
I still remember your shy smiles,
Every time I greeted you.

I won't forget-
The first time I made you laugh,
When we talked over silly things.

To this day-
I can still hear that tinkling bell,
That I know as your voice, in my head.

I won't forget-
Those times you made me feel joy,
When we spent a few, long hours together.

Even as time passed-
I still feel that faint, bubbly feeling,
That I came to associate with you.

And I won't forget-
Our last day together,
Before you moved out of my life.

Because at that moment-
You became a part of my memories,
Someone who I will never see again.

But no matter what happens,
I will never forget,
That you were in my life.

I won't forget you.

-Angel Lin

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A Flute

A flute. That was his last gift to me. And it was because of that wretched flute that he had died. I still remember that night, holding him in my arms while he breathed his last breaths. I still blame myself for his death. If only I hadn't bugged him about buying me something for my birthday... If only I hadn't been so obsessed with music. There are so many if's but they can never change the fact that my only family I ever had was dead.

I hated that flute. I used to blame it for my brother's death, but that was so foolish. I can only blame myself. After he died, I couldn't even look or hear music the same way I did before. Whenever I tried to forget or make music, it never happened. My sole inspiration was gone.

Luckily for me, it only lasted a month. One month of mourning, one month of living in hell. But those thirty days were something I could never forget; they were engraved on my mind- and my body as a reminder. And when those days were over... Let's say life was a whole lot different.

-Angel Lin

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A New Chapter

A Message to the Seniors:

After four long, hard years,

Your time has come.

It is time to graduate;

Time to leave the nest.

So, lift up your chin-

And spread your wings

With pride.

Because now, it is time to take flight,

Your time to shine.

And we will be watching you-

Soaring high in the sky,

As you begin a new chapter in life.

Thank you, seniors.

-Angel Lin.

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Mistake

Your eyes looked empty,
Devoid of the happiness that lit up your world.
I couldn't help myself and ask:
What's wrong?
And I noticed your gaze,
Scrunching with distaste.
Your eyes held many emotions,
Crying out desperately to me-
Though your mouth pulled downwards
In a frown.
It's nothing-
You say.
Liar.
Don't lie to me.
I could see it through your body,
Despite the words you've said.
Pale as a ghost-
And as thin as a skeleton.
Dark shadows hung under your eyes-
And your gestures never felt so empty.
I can only hope that one day-
You'd turn and confide in me...
As you forced me to watch you walking away,
Your back turned to me.
This is the mistake I regret making.
You never turned to look back-
Until Death was hovering over you.
When you called for help,
I never answered.

* Inspired by the book, Hunger, by Jackie M. Kessler. *

-Angel Lin

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Why?

Why are you crying? Are you feeling sad? But if you are then why is it that you have a smile on your face? How is it that you are happy while you are feeling sad at the same time?

Those endless tears that are flowing down your cheeks break my heart. No matter how many times I try to wipe them away with my fingers, tears would still fall from your eyes. How much does it hurt? Because it pains me to see you like this.

I feel helpless.

No matter what I try to do to ease your suffering, it seems I am only making it worse. What can I do to help?

I feel so utterly confused.

I see in your eyes the pain that you are withholding. And yet, a smile is adorned on your lips. Are you trying to hide your pain away from me? Your mask is already wavering; its shattered pieces would soon reveal your true pain.

Please let me help.

Your eyes that has shined so brightly with happiness are now dull with your pain. Won't you let me take it?

-Angel Lin

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture.

Dreamer

I am a dreamer.

Running away from my nightmares, afraid that reality would soon catch on to me. I always seek the impossible, though in life, I'm a person who wants everything simple. Everybody says I'm a girl like any other, full of secrets and lies to fill the gaps in life, but in truth, I'm a girl who wants out, on everything.

No matter how much I want to fly, I run instead. Wishing for freedom to become my own person, while I walk on a carved path, just a mere shadow of someone else. I'm like a caged bird, a puppet with strings, yearning to be set free, to spread my wings.

So, hear my plea and set me free.

But such a dream cannot come true, because my fate is destined. Like a dandelion, nobody loves me, nor do they care, because my existence is just a decoration, just to fill an empty space in life. I'm not a cat who basks in the sunlight; sleek, strong, and beautiful. I'm not a daffodil on a prairie; fair, nice, and honest. I'm just a dandelion, filled with hopes and dreams. So let my words be my wings; let the wind carry me.

Watch me fly.

Lions Haunt My Dreams

"From the time of my first memories, my dreams were filled with lions-fierce, impossibly huge monsters with fiery manes and eyes black and cold as a starless night." (Sphinx's Princess) I was four at that time and even then I knew these dreams weren't normal. Weren't real. Heck, I didn't even know these monsters were lions. But I was still terrified.

These dreams were all the same: I would be playing in the garden along with my family when suddenly the grass beneath my hands would turn into water in the darkest pit of the ocean. I would sink into the water, drowning as the cries of my family were muffled by the lapping water against my ears; I was torn away from the safety of my family. And no matter how hard I try to fight it, it seems that it would only prolong the pain, the need to rid my lungs of carbon dioxide. The second I take my last breath and my heart ceases to thump I would awaken in another world where the sky was the shade of fresh blood and the black barren lands seem to stretch forever in all directions.

This world was my execution grounds. Though execution wouldn't be accurate because my end never seems to come so swiftly. And in this world, I play a game of cat-and-mouse with ferocious lions hunting me through these empty lands. I run and they give a chase. But it's not like I can outrun them forever. And it is then and there when I become fast friends with pain. Pain would course through my body as the lions ravaged it beyond recognition. Pain was the only feeling I could feel for what could be eternity. It was what I could only think of - as those eyes - those endless pits of hell - stare down at me.

* I used a quote from the book Sphinx's Princess, by Esther Friesner, to give me an idea of what to write. *

Life is a Riddle

Life itself is a riddle, perhaps created by God himself for his own amusement. I, myself, enjoy a riddle or two but it is a completely different matter if my life was a whole riddle. And it is! Obstacles arise many times in a person's life. But knowing which solution is the best to use is a dilemma for many concerning their own lives. But it is perhaps that a person can be blind to the perfect solution... After all, an outsider sees the situation the clearest. It's sad that to say that a person is perhaps the blindest one when concerning themselves while they have the perfect vision for others. Sad but quite true.

And this is what makes us human, to seek other people's judgments. We are too blind to see our own flaws that we need someone to point it out for us. And the way I see it, every person has their own set of problems in life; every person is made to overcome them. I think every person is perfect for whatever life has in store for them. We are flawed yet perfect. It's quite amusing to think about it.

Smile

Everybody says that you should smile; smile when you're happy; smile when you're depressed. But only one person will say that only your true smiles count. If I were that person to you, I'd tell you that whether you're angry or sad, I would make you smile. Even if I have to relive my nightmares or erase my own existence, I'd happily pay the price to make you smile.

So smile while you can and don't let it be a waste.

When it hurts to look back and you're scared to look ahead, look beside you and I'll be there, waiting to catch you when you fall. If your heart is aching with despair, I'll be there by your side until you can truly smile with your heart. If tears are rolling down with anguish, I'll be there to lend my shoulder, waiting to see you smile again. If your world comes crashing down, I'll be there to hold it up. So no matter what happens, just smile and everything will be okay, because I'll be with you when you're heartbroken.

Your smiles are my precious treasures.

-Angel Lin.

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Marionette

I feel as if I'm suffocated,

And yet nothing is keeping me from breathing.

At night, I feel as if I'm indestructible;

I can conquer anything.

But as darkness begins to wane,


And the sun begins his ascent-

I can't help but feel like a marionette once more.

-Angel Lin.

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Love

Love knows no boundaries.
It is ridiculous,
But it has been proven time and time again.

Strange, isn't it?
That such a simple thing
Can bring the strongest to their knees.

Yet this simple thing called 'love'
Blinded so many people,
Coercing them to do the impossible.

Love has reasoning jumping out the window,
Leaving people vulnerable-
To be lured in by the guise of Love.

Who will be there
To snap them out of this trance-
Why, none other than harsh Reality.

And I sincerely hope Pandora's box is forever closed,
Because Hope always prevails
Even to Love's acts of cruelty.

-Angel Lin.

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This Ash Gray World

Do you know how it feels

To pass by each day...

When all you can see the world in-

Is one color?

Everything I do,

Everything I see...

It's all dull gray.

Can you feel it?

This pain I'm going through...?

I am surrounded by gray,

But every person I see-

Has a bright light pulsing in them.

How come...?

Every time I seek out this bright light,

My eyes-

They get blinded;

I can't help but look away.

That sheer brightness I sought out for,

And yet cannot grasp with my own hands...

Where did my own brightness go?

I've asked myself that question too many times...

No matter what I do,

I can't escape this gray world;

I'm trapped.

This grey world that I call a prison-

Is slowly eating me away.

If I can't escape soon,

I know I'll become an empty shell.

And already...

It's affecting me.

When the day comes,

I find myself cowering and hiding away.

When it is night,

I can't help

But feel relieved at the sight of darkness.

I try to seek out help,

But I don't know how...

-Angel Lin

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Life

 Life. The concept is simple, yet so complicated if you're following what I'm saying here. It's been portrayed throughout history that each human born into the world had a reason to live- a role to play...An event will often cause a chain reaction until history has been made, with people's pasts intertwining through it.

It was once said that "the now will be then, and tomorrow will come to be today". Well, if that's true as the clock ticks away, every second in my life would cease to come again, lost in the past for as long I would remember...until the time of my Death. Then again, some people had said that each person walks their own path, carving our own future with every single step we take. If so, then it would be as if our own Destiny would be in our care, in our own hands, with Fate being the one to intertwine our Destinies with others.

The Will of the Stars

Do you have the power-
To move forward with time,
Even if the past tries to drag you down?

Like the stars in the sky-
Shining and twinkling,
Fighting the darkness of the night sky.

Do you have that courage-
To walk with confidence,
As the unknown future taunts you?


Unlike the moon-
Who waxes and wanes,
So weak to disappear in existence.

-Angel Lin.

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