[align=center][div style="width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: nyala; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #000"]Pieces from a book I’m writing for my final assignment of Writer’s Craft course + a gift for my best friend — ( Pt. 1/2 )
[spoiler=I.]When I looked at you for the first time
Though, your presence was silent
Behind the strands of rich soils
There were storms in your eyes.
They lashed, they roared,
They conquered rage and melancholy.
Such a sight struck me with fear,
As I thought to myself:
If I looked at you ever again,
You would tear me down,
And leave me into oblivion.
When I did look at you for the second time,
Not only had I watched you wander,
But I ended up drawing myself closer to you,
And we drowned with our laughters and playful comments.
The last thing I noticed about myself before we go
Was how much you made me appreciate the storms more.
Then, I knew,
Despite your destructions,
The dusts and pieces of yourself
Would bring something beautiful
With my own.
So may you let us craft
Our strangeness and brokenness
Into an art we would call it friendship
with a reminder to the world that
It would take our bones, and shards, and graces
To build a home for you and me.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=II.]You are the sun.
Bright soul, giver of faith,
Your presence brings me a reminder that
There is always light in darkness.
Though, there are times you do not appear in the day,
I can only hope you will get well as you deserve a rest.
I am the moon.
Soft soul, giver of serenity,
My presence brings you a reminder that
There is always beauty in life.
Though, there are times I do not appear in the night,
You can only hope I will get well as I deserve a rest.
Our memories are the stars,
Our laughters are the clouds,
Our plans are the planets.
Our love are the dusts we leave behind for the world to see
That even when we feel so close,
Yet, we are so far apart from each other,
We can still rule over the lands and seas together.
Maybe not in the same way,
And maybe not at the same time,
But with the equal amount of our devotion
To each other nevertheless.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=III.]( * Context: Our writer’s craft teacher hates poetry that are intended to be written with having a lot of rhymes because it makes him think of Dr. Seuss, and we both sometimes make fun of him for that. )
Yo,
This is so sappy,
But,
You make me happy.
When I am sad
You just get mad
Because you don’t like to see me being
Stressed and depressed.
Blessed I am ever
To have you a part of my life.
Believe me,
Or your fate will meet my knife.
You may be wondering now,
Am I writing this just to annoy poor Mr. S.?
Fuck yeah.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=IV.]You are spectacular,
You hear me?
You are wonderful.
You believe me?
You may say, “Am I, though?”,
Quietly sighing at the thought
That you are this and that,
All lovely and softly bullshit.
But from where I stand upon this world,
Knowing you for about three years at this time
I do believe that you are this and that,
All lovely and softly bullshit.
Between your words, you bring joys.
Through your laughters, you bring amusements.
With your support, you bring inspirations.
As your heart beats kind, you bring beauty.
Even when you cry,
Even when you scream,
Even when you shout,
You are just you.
And I love you for being you.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=V.]In the end,
Despite the magic I spilled
From the bottom of my heart into
Inked words and thinned pages,
Nothing can ever be described
About how beautiful you are.
Thank you for being beautifully you, Casey.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=I.]When I looked at you for the first time
Though, your presence was silent
Behind the strands of rich soils
There were storms in your eyes.
They lashed, they roared,
They conquered rage and melancholy.
Such a sight struck me with fear,
As I thought to myself:
If I looked at you ever again,
You would tear me down,
And leave me into oblivion.
When I did look at you for the second time,
Not only had I watched you wander,
But I ended up drawing myself closer to you,
And we drowned with our laughters and playful comments.
The last thing I noticed about myself before we go
Was how much you made me appreciate the storms more.
Then, I knew,
Despite your destructions,
The dusts and pieces of yourself
Would bring something beautiful
With my own.
So may you let us craft
Our strangeness and brokenness
Into an art we would call it friendship
with a reminder to the world that
It would take our bones, and shards, and graces
To build a home for you and me.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=II.]You are the sun.
Bright soul, giver of faith,
Your presence brings me a reminder that
There is always light in darkness.
Though, there are times you do not appear in the day,
I can only hope you will get well as you deserve a rest.
I am the moon.
Soft soul, giver of serenity,
My presence brings you a reminder that
There is always beauty in life.
Though, there are times I do not appear in the night,
You can only hope I will get well as I deserve a rest.
Our memories are the stars,
Our laughters are the clouds,
Our plans are the planets.
Our love are the dusts we leave behind for the world to see
That even when we feel so close,
Yet, we are so far apart from each other,
We can still rule over the lands and seas together.
Maybe not in the same way,
And maybe not at the same time,
But with the equal amount of our devotion
To each other nevertheless.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=III.]( * Context: Our writer’s craft teacher hates poetry that are intended to be written with having a lot of rhymes because it makes him think of Dr. Seuss, and we both sometimes make fun of him for that. )
Yo,
This is so sappy,
But,
You make me happy.
When I am sad
You just get mad
Because you don’t like to see me being
Stressed and depressed.
Blessed I am ever
To have you a part of my life.
Believe me,
Or your fate will meet my knife.
You may be wondering now,
Am I writing this just to annoy poor Mr. S.?
Fuck yeah.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=IV.]You are spectacular,
You hear me?
You are wonderful.
You believe me?
You may say, “Am I, though?”,
Quietly sighing at the thought
That you are this and that,
All lovely and softly bullshit.
But from where I stand upon this world,
Knowing you for about three years at this time
I do believe that you are this and that,
All lovely and softly bullshit.
Between your words, you bring joys.
Through your laughters, you bring amusements.
With your support, you bring inspirations.
As your heart beats kind, you bring beauty.
Even when you cry,
Even when you scream,
Even when you shout,
You are just you.
And I love you for being you.[/spoiler]
[spoiler=V.]In the end,
Despite the magic I spilled
From the bottom of my heart into
Inked words and thinned pages,
Nothing can ever be described
About how beautiful you are.
Thank you for being beautifully you, Casey.[/spoiler]