I Promise

Literary Genre: Poetry

"I noticed you have packed your case;

Everything is in its right place.

Why are you leaving, I wonder,

To a hamlet in the yonder?"

"Bright is the sky, dark is the night,

Compels me to sail to the light.

Understand, my love, I must go,

To learn more than there is to know."

"Yes, my darling, I understand;

Pursue your dreams and make a stand.

But promise you will be happy,

And that you will come back to me."

"My dear, surely, you don't believe,

That I will ever really leave?

I love you, for that, I promise;

And I will honor my promise."

"I am Fine"

Literary Genre: Poetry

"What is it that is bothering you?

I see it clearly in your eyes,

I read it clearly from your expression.

You are feeling uncomfortable,

Do tell me why."

"No, there is nothing, I am alright.

You must have misread the signs,

You must have misunderstood.

I do not feel anything bad,

I am perfectly fine."

"No, you are not, I know you best.

You are hiding something from me,

You are not telling the whole truth.

Many pennies for your thoughts,

What are they, pray tell."

"No, you are overthinking.

You are analyzing too deeply,

You are taking things too far.

My thoughts are not worth it,

Nothing is wrong, I am fine."

University Hopes

Literary Genre: Poetry

A four point zero GPA,

A near perfect in SAT;

Requirements for my dream school,

A famous university.

California, USA;

In the world, one of the nicest.

It would be an immense honor

To achieve that of the greatest.

When friends find out I'll go abroad,

I wonder what is it they'll say;

Probably some would support me,

Others might just complain all day.

But in the end, there's no one else,

It comes down to myself and me;

Will I ever be accepted

To Stanford University?

Trust

Literary Genre: Poetry
This poem is dedicated to my brand new friend, who based off our friendship solely on trust.

The greatest friendships stem from trust.

Thus it is an absolute must,

To have trust and be trustworthy;

'Cos everything comes back to trust.

Strong relationships' root is trust.

Only then it'd be fair and just,

To trust each other faithfully;

'Cos everything traces to trust.

Long connections are based on trust,

Without ever needing to bust.

Just bond in trust mutually;

'Cos everything is built from trust.

Relations all require trust,

Only then will they never rust.

We all need to be trustworthy;

'Cos the most important thing is trust.

He

Literary Genre: Poetry

He stands in the doorway, thin and tall,

Silently gazing the beauty of Fall.

I watch as he bends over and picks

A fallen leaf from a pile of sticks

He turns around and notices me,

A grin stretches unwaveringly.

In one fell swoop, he thrusts out his hand,

Offers me the leaf, manner rather grand.

I hesitate; the leaf has a certain meaning,

Of nothing less than that of loving.

Says he, "I promise I'll set you free.

I really care for you, do come with me.

"I'm in love with you; I have always.

It's something I've wanted to tell you for days."

He kneels on one knee; "So, in the end,

Do you consent to be my girlfriend?"

Note: Yes, yes I know this is a cheesy poem, again, this is all just for fun.

Blessings and Curses

Literary Genre: Poetry

Best friends to strangers

In merely a day.

We drifted apart;

Things all gone away.

Of course, you are male,

And I am a girl.

I thought you're special,

A jewel, a pearl.

I was proven wrong:
Many feuds and fights;

Invisible then,

In each other's sights.

All actions taken,

For better or worse;

Is me in your life

A blessing or curse?

A Short Note

No, this is not another poem, although I know it sounds like a good title :D

This post is purely what the title says: a short note directed to all my readers.

First and foremost, I'd like to apologize for the over-a-year hiatus. I'm not going to make any excuses: I was just lazy. However, you may have noticed that I have been turning a little passive in prose writing and very active in poetry instead. It's not that I find prose boring; I'm just in the mood for a lot of poetry these days.

For those of you who like prose better, please tell me and I will continue the stories I have been leaving on hiatus for some time; for the rest of you who enjoys my poetry, you can find it on Wattpad here, feel free to check it out XD

Lastly, thank you all for all the support you've given me so far, I really appreciate it :)

Dreams for a Piano

Literary Genre: Poetry

Polished black mahogany wood,

Made the masterpiece as it should.

High honor it'd be if I could

Sit there and produce something good.

White and black tint the many keys,

Producing sounds from strings with ease.

This instrument was meant to please

The ears with its nice melodies.

I approach, and I sit right down

On the stool held firmly aground.

But hesitating with a frown;

I haven't yet produced such sound.

I look upon it longingly,

Yet I know the reality:

The piano is a beauty;

The time just hasn't come for me.

P.S: This was written in the spur of the moment, spouting from my random thoughts. I have a piano, and I don't think this poem applies to me; nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed it! :D

Friends

Literary Genre: Poetry

I place my hand in that of yours,

Confident that you'll be my guide.

And it's true, you don't disappoint;

We walk together, side by side.

Hand in hand, we trail down paths,

Journey through both high and low.

I got you and you got me,

For there's something we both know.

Connected by strong bonds of trust,

Inseparable, you and I,

Happily we pass time as one;

And find each other to rely.

In good time, I hope, I pray

That our friendship doesn't end

And stays, till the end of time;

Thank you for being my friend.

Starry Night

Literary Genre: Poetry

In the village I look and see

Thousands of stars smiling at me.

The sky's brightened by nature's light;

It's a very nice place to be.

The moon and stars shine through the night,

Spread all over, lighting it bright;

I marvel as I gaze upon

Such a dazzling, wonderful sight.

Towards the grandeur I am drawn,

Sugary stars bright as neon;

The environment is peaceful,

Quiet, still, till the crack of dawn.

Night in the village is blissful,

Such a treasure, such a jewel;

This place is indeed beautiful,

The world is indeed beautiful.

The River

Literary Genre: Poetry

This poem is dedicated to my best friend.

I look at the rippling water,

Gallons of liquid running past;

The stream flows by and I wonder

Whether this liberty will last.

I swing my legs towards the ledge

Preparing myself for a fall.

Because just one slip off the edge

Will end my life once and for all.

I stand there tall to end my woes

And prepare for the fatal jump.

But then I stop, like in a doze,

And sit back down in a slight slump.

For my name's called, someone's shouting;

To face the one, around I whirl.

My family's there and preventing;

I smile; there is love in this world.

P.S: To all of my readers who have been thinking of suicide, please keep this in mind: you are valuable, and you are loved. Please do not seek suicide as a solution, try to talk to people who would understand your situation. Love you all lots :)

The Life of a Student

For some reason I had the crazy urge to compose this poem earlier, and since I finished this in one evening, it may not be very good. Anyway, here it is! :)

Note: This poem is not a depiction of my school life. I merely wrote this for fun.

Literary Genre: Poetry

Six o'clock, I wake up,

Get dressed, take my stuff,

Grab a toast and have a cup;

Off to school, sure enough.

Seven thirty, the bell rings,

Teachers explain on and on.

Lunch bell, packing things,

And I wonder, where's time gone?

Noon, it's lunchtime,

The cafeteria has a crowd;

Yet I find it somewhat sublime,

As I eat in the air of the loud.

Soon after, back to class,

Homework is assigned;

As usual, in large quantities,

And come the usual whine.

Four PM, class dismissed,

Students all go home;

I trod my way through the mist

Of monotony as I roam.

Extra classes till eight

To prepare for the SAT.

I find it's a while since I ate

But aware that it'll set me free.

Revising notes, completing homework,

Everything for college acceptance.

Until 11 PM I sit and work

And study with steadied patience.

Everyday, always the same thing.

I realize that I am tired

Of the routine that is always repeating

And the lifestyle I was hardwired.

But I'm doing this for myself,

For the hope of reaching my dreams,

For the aims I have set in self,

'Cos nothing is ever in the extremes.

So, I study, for the time being,

And try my best to be brilliant;

Because I realize I am living

The typical life of a student.