Motivation

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
You'll fight a little longer
You'll find a way to conquer
Even though you're laced with chains


Hold your head a little higher
Nobody likes a crier
Never extinguish that fire
That's burning in your veins


March forward strong and straight
No matter how they twist your state
Only you will dictate
How it is that you will reign

Hold tightly to your power
Stand firmly on your tower
Brave through your darkest hours
Don't let go of the reins

Resist to being pulled under
Don't be afraid to sunder
Be the lightning and the thunder
That comes in with the rain

Let the waves crash and roar
Though they sabotage your shores
They are just another war
For you to win on your terrain

Always summon the strength to fight
Give yourself up to your plight
But through the darkness, don't lose sight
Of yourself in the bloodshed and pain


Because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
And you'll fight so much longer
You will never fail to conquer
And your dragons will be slain

The Pawn

I am not the king, so noble in his throne
Nor the regal queen by his hand
I am not the tower whose gaze can roam
So far and steady as he stands
I am not the knight with all his pride
Not even his graceful steed
I am not the bishop by His Majesty's side
With loyalty in his every heed

I do not hold any power great
Nor am I blessed with able speech
My steps by far cannot equate
To whose agility I beseech

Yet with my comrades, here I stand
In a single block of eight-squared land
For king and kingdom I will fight
'Til enemy lines are behind my sight
Square by square, I'll find rank eight
And upon that line I'll seal my fate
This hope I have will never stray
That I, too, might be great someday.

Falling Fireworks

The world in front of my eyes explodes
In a firework show.
My emotions burst into colourful flames;
I am fascinated.
Then, the chemical sparks cool,
Melting into the night sky,
Singing as tiny pockets of warm air
Carry them abroad,
Leaving thin trails to swirl behind them
Then the fall, silently, gracefully,
Parallel to apple blossom petals
In fading summer evenings,
The flowing notes of a familiar sultry voice
Accompanied by piano keys
Like the falling of slow-motion rain
Filling my open heart
Breathtaking
Beautiful
Falling
Fireworks

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j_hmctcJ09E

Childhood Summers: a sonnet

I wish the clock would wind back half a year

Back to the sultry evenings of midsummer

When we dozed off to sleep with crickets near

And choirs of birds did rouse us from our slumber

Oh, we would call out to the summer breeze

“Sweep us away to see the mighty shores!”

And there we’d stand, our hearts quite well at ease

With smiles, eyes closed, to hear the ocean roars

Six months ago, we were but innocents

Our hearts and hands so softly intertwined

But time moves on without a passing glance

So hastily we left childhood behind

To feel again the warmth of your caress

Would surely be my greatest happiness

Change

Could I turn all the ice
Into glittering snow?
Could I brush the dirt off my knees
And make new plants grow?

Could I somehow turn the hurricane
To a pretty summer breeze?
Could I forget about the sting
And just watch the bees?

Could I listen to the rain
And forget about the storm?
Could I ever light a fire
Just to keep warm?

Could I drink from a glass
And not think of poison?
Could I just kiss with the lips
That my tears always moisten?

I'm tired of the shadows,
Tired of the dark
Let me journey to the light
I'm ready to embark

Set Fire to Fire

You.

You were never one for flowing words, but the love that dances within you does so with more grace and sincerity than the greatest poet could ever express. Like a fire, it knows no limits.

I.

I have always been drawn to darkness. I have always embraced its poisonous seduction and let the bitter smoke from its fires swirl around my fingertips. To me, fire has always been akin to power, passion, danger, rage, and destruction, because that is how my fires have always burned. I saw a pulse within those fires, a pulse I longed to blend with my own; a steady, glinting pulse that fed my fascination for their mystery.

You.

You, too, had that same alluring mystery, touched by the same anxious pulse. You drew me in and captivated me with it. I was spellbound by the passion that coursed deep inside your veins, accented by a hint of danger. You pulled me closer and closer, but as you neared my heart, I began to notice something. Your pulse had changed itself. Or maybe, it had changed mine. The sharpness of the power and rage that was so characteristic to the fires I knew was smudged away, replaced by an airiness I never thought I possessed. For the first time in ages, I felt warmth, and light. Somehow, to the darkness that once surrounded me, you brought a spark and let it bloom. And how it glowed! A new fascination washed over me, as I became engulfed in the light. All the beauty I had known in the dark multiplied itself by a thousand and all of a sudden I could see so much more around me, as the cloak of eternal midnight I had unknowingly wrapped around myself had disappeared. You showed me a world I never knew I could be a part of. It filled my eyes, and it filled my heart.

I.

I realize now that you are the sun to my cold, lonely moon. And reflected in your own light, I see your smile, a thousand times brighter than any sun. In your eyes I see the flame that now shares a duet with mine, dancing happily in your heart. That dance... I would never have known that one single dance could change my life so much; would never have known that you would be the one to come along and set fire to fire and create something beautifully new. I didn’t know this. But I suppose you did.