Sorry, I Am Alive

Trace back the steps of your life
one by one...

The sport events that made you a hero,
The drama showcases that you starred,
The speech that put your school on the map,
The love relationships that you got caught PDA-ing.

What do you feel?
Happy? Normal? Whatever?
The compliments that you receive must be plethora.

"Wow, great save"
"Wow, great show"
"Wow, great speech"
"Wow, great sex"

Wow, wow, wow! Fuck it!
For once, I want to be you.
At least, survived the early stages.
The rejections are unbearable anymore.

"Sorry, you didn't make the team because you are too short."
"Sorry, you did well in the audition but there were better people."
"Sorry, with sadness, I tell you that you are not one of those 4 participants who was chosen by the panel of judges"
"Sorry, I only see you as a friend."

"Sorry" takes the very core of you feeling,
making you feel useless,
making you vulnerable,
making you try and try and never gets it.

Flying Love

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been my favorite superhero.
But he can fly.
I want to fly up high, sky high, up, up and away!

Not for the thrill.
Not to save the world.
Not for myself.

Just for you.
To show my love for you.
To show a picture of my love.
To love the love over again.

A tiny push of the ground
like the tiny spark of my love
I will take you high as the moon
Calmly, cool, cautious night.
I will show you the love that is in my heart, up there.
I will point you down to the city.
The beautiful city lights.

A tiny thought
like the first time I saw you
I will take you around the world.
Windy, winding, wet altitude, we will fly.
To woo you heart, I will take days, months, years
to prove to you that the world is small
compared to my love.

A tiny anger
like when I saw you with him
I will take you high as the sun
Red-hot, raging, rut, we will slowly be burn and rot.
To prove my love to you,
I will let our body burn and set our love free
without limitation.

Tights, wearing red underwear infront of them, and cape
guy has never been an icon for me
but like him,
I am crazy for the girl of my dream.

The Pass-Through

Children, today I am going to tell you something.
It is no secret. No lies. No fun.
Just the truth.
Dear old gramps is going to tell you a story
of a kind of people. A special kind.
No race. No nationality. No religion.
Just personality.
I call them "The Pass-Through."

No invincible. No invisible. No reliable.
They are everywhere.
You may have them in your family,
your group of friends,
or your schoolmate.
You know them but you just "pass-through" them.

They are the kids that just sit alone in the middle of mumbling crowd.
Just to be a part of society.
They are the kids that just hope for a "friend" to talk to them.
Just to share their problems.
They are the kids that just dream about the girl of their dream.
Just to believe in love.
They are the kids that just loose in everything, but never gives up.
Just to think that they can be somebody.

Now.
Do you any "The Pass-Through?"
A family member?
A friend?
Someone from school?
No?

You rigid-rugrats!
You mouthful-morons!
You fucking-freaks!
I AM ONE! well at least, was.

Now, hush up, stop crying and let gramps finish his story.
"The Pass-Through" just like anyone are capable of change.

I decided not to be a "The Pass-Through."
I decided not to be passing through life.
I decided not to be passing through until no one realize i am dead.
I decided not just to be the kid that try-outs and fail.
I decided to be Lazarus of Bethany.

"Live the life. Live the dream. No fear"
"Tomorrow Will Be Another Yesterday, Today Never Existed."
Wake up, grandsons!