an empty song

i met this 80 years-old lady
who sang her heart out for more than 60 years
walls of church knew her voice well
virgin mary asked her to sing
about faith and hope
her voice vibrated
through the thin sheet of human’s heart

i met her again when she was 81
it was at her little granddaughter’s birthday party
she was about to sing a fairytale song
to her little love
but not even a single melody
came out of her throat
her lips kept moving
as if nothing happened
and smiled at her beautiful fairy
the little girl still looked happy for her grandma
even though it was an empty song

the lady finished it with a high yet soft, long note
she approached her granddaughter with watery eyes
her wrinkled hands started moving
she was shaking
the little girl watched her carefully and then she smiled
she replied the lady with her tiny fingers
“i listen to it with my eyes, and i know how mesmerizing it looks.
it’s okay, grandma, you can kiss me
and that’ll be the most beautiful song
that i’ve ever felt in my skin.”

when i wither

i’m a woman with a huge dream
but my parents want me to be their little flower
planted in a pot
hidden in the garden
at the back of our house
and when i wither
my dried petals won’t even reach the fences
no matter how hard the wind
tries to help me
bring my little corpses
to my abandoned wishes

they were all unspoken

there was once when i experienced love
the one that tasted like soft ice cream
calm and tender
i ate it up, melted itself
in my mouth and then
it was gone
the other burned like bonfire
hell never looked so close and tempting
i kept looking at the ethereal flames till
i teared up and wetted my cheeks
some of them made my tongue pale
but it turned my skin dark red as if
the blood wanted to get out of my flesh
from each of my pore
i remember when loving was like sharing secrets
those little smiles that were exchanged
from across the soccer field
the ball kept rolling on the grass as if it didn’t see us
or pretended it didn’t see anything at all
some love were made fun of by
those honest, petite souls
because they didn’t know exactly
how did it feel to have a jumpy heart
i was 8 years old and
i realized
that kissing someone on the lips
was like making an unspoken promise
hiding behind our fragile, tiny teeth
they didn’t know anything but
i knew something was up
in my lungs
i run out of breath because of
reasons
that i didn’t understand

Posted on December 7, 2012

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Don’t be afraid to be a fool. Remember, you cannot be both young and wise. Young people who pretend to be wise to the ways of the world are mostly just cynics. Cynicism masquerades as wisdom, but it is the farthest thing from it. Because cynics don’t learn anything. Because cynicism is a self-imposed blindness, a rejection of the world because we are afraid it will hurt us or disappoint us. Cynics always say no. But saying yes begins things. Saying yes is how things grow. Saying yes leads to knowledge. “Yes” is for young people. So for as long as you have the strength to, say yes.

— Stephen Colbert (via larmoyante)

Posted on December 7, 2012

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