Bind with the Past

Those blurred history
Visits sometimes through memory
Brings back all of its agony
Wraps the heart with guilty
Consumed the soul with inferiority  


Though, Feet are moving
Forward, where the dream lies in
Hardly noticed medals live win
By letting the same old fear growing
Instead of let go and forgiving

Plastic Fantastic

I love Korean drama, especially the actors and actresses. However, when I was surfing the net one day, I was amazed by the numbers of those people who did plastic surgery. Some even made a really dramatic moves that they don't seem like they were before. Furthermore, that's how I got the idea to write this poem.

Skin glow before the light
Holding breath for the eyes' bright
Got me thinking over night
Is beauty that basic?
So we need to do plastic?

A thought...

Wondering when will come the time for the wings to take me fly

A lot of imaginations and hopes are made

But there’s only a small assurance to really make it real

I’ve questioned myself many times and tormented by the answer i find

How imposible this wish

If I never really walk on a path to actually get through it

I hold the key all the time and never really dare to open the door of chances

Hidding inside the silly prayers and blocking lights because i feel they’re suspicious

And again...

I’m wondering

Weather

Used to have to seasons
At two different times
After the testing light of crimson
Rain felt like dimes


But Mommy now has lost her reasons
To keep everything in rhymes
Sometimes we're in hell
The absolute light burn us into cell
Some other times, water beats the ground "too" well
Drawn every little dell


So, it's hard to tell
Which season rings the bell

Realizing

Facing these students (almost) everyday makes me think, what will they be in the future? Some really do not have any interest toward learning, no matter what happen in the class. I can’t get rid the thoughts, “They’re ruining their future,” or “Their future is sooo hopeless.” I know I shouldn’t say that and it is my job to keep them motivated.

Looking in reverse, my teachers probably thought the same way about me years ago during my teenage hood. I didn’t really involve in the class, in fact I was pretty busy with my own things and (many many times) I didn’t listen to my teachers’ explanation. However, who have ever thought that I’ll be a teacher nowadays? I never even think about it myself.

It is clear to me now than ever before, KARMA does exist! Hahahahhahhahahaaa…