The Tiger.


A wisp of yesterday falls into my palm,
brushing away the empty feelings of the future.
Cupping a hand to my face,
I feel all that I have lost.
I’ve never been one to cry very much,
yet in the reflection I see tears on a stranger.
Like blood in water, I have diluted my memories
To make them seem less important.
To make myself forget.
So tell me.
Like when someone opens a can of soda.
Do you feel the pain inside being set free?
Or when a child falls for the first time.
Is it natural to help them when they cry?
Clear, cerulean. Untouchable. The sea.
Its waves blow away past memories,
But somehow, thoughts wash back on shore.
Reminding me that running away—
Reminding me that closing my eyes:
It does nothing to ease the reality.
Can I pick up the pieces?
The shards of glass that have cut so deep?
When will I be set free?
Where is my helping hand?
A breath falls on my shoulders.
The wind is urging me to continue.
I open my palm and raise it to the sky.
Watching as it flies away,
Letting go of regret.


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Entering through glass doors, I glance around in gloom.
Does anyone know how badly I want to say I’m home?

Come back and assure us that everything’s as it used to be.
Don’t walk away pretending you don’t care anymore.
Remember those days when we were together side by side?
We were unstoppable; we had dreams.

Remember those days of endless laughter?
Do you know what I have done? You wouldn’t laugh.
Why don’t you tell us what’s wrong?
Why don’t you tell us the truth?
It would only burden you.

Come back because this is your home.
We can take back what’s ours.
Our pride and our friendship.

Remember those days when we were together?
I remember those days.
We were unstoppable; we had dreams.
Those dreams are gone my friends.

STOP.

Turn to look at my worried face…I don’t want deception.
I don’t care how much it hurts me.
I just want to lighten that heavy load you carry on your shoulders.
Can’t you understand that I care?!

It’s too late.
It’s never too late.

I can’t turn back now.
I have to say it.
I have to say it!

Why do we see you crying then? All alone in your room?
Why do you look so sad telling lies to strangers?
Come back to us and say you’re home.

If only you could understand how much I want to.
But circumstance tells me that I’m only dangerous to you.
My home is no longer with you all.
It’s here.
Tadaima.
Tadaima.
Tadaima.

Remember those days when we were together?
I remember those days.
We were unstoppable; we had dreams.
Those dreams are gone my friends.
Remember those days when we were together?
I remember those days.
We were unstoppable; we had dreams.
Those dreams are gone my friends.
Those dreams are gone my friends.

Tadaima.
I’m home.

Yet these tears won’t seem to stop.



Fatsoko.
 

 

 

That's what makes them so frightening. So intimidating. So untouchable.

Their aura. The way they hold themselves. They way they speak, move, breathe. They do it with a sense of elegance and grace that some will probably never have in their lifetime. It's more than confidence and cockyness. It's more than a way of life. It's their life.

Seeing those boys anywhere is enough to make your heart stop. A cafe, a street corner, or worse, a club. They seem to own the room, wherever they take themselves. They do the simple act of walking into a room, and bam, they've got the attention of every living being.

Maybe it's because they've got this reputation about them. Created or not, it stands. That's why they're untouchable.

It's because they are untouchable.




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