Life's Messages: Where I Turn Lessons To Poems

Relax

Through life we find pleasure,

As we find shelter through the never-ending pressure,

But have you ever stopped to wonder?

Ponder even?

If we ever ran on wheels,

Like we never do on expensive heels,

We may have saved time by standing all the time,

Arms made of knowledge and stolen dimes,

Eyes never astray,

Full of perceptions so gray,

In the end of the day,

will you be as happy as you say?

Inspiration:

I had woken up dull and dreary today. As the canines my father had lovingly raised from birth to their big hulking forms started getting sick from the weather, the sad convulsing body of Tobias was a constant reminder of the parasite that had inhabited his body and the image flashed in my the peripheral of my vision constantly.

My mum was still in fierce rage and wouldn't keep quiet, constantly nagging and accusing us of his apparent feeble physical state. I kept quiet and fed him raw eggs through a small syringe, my efforts seemingly useless. Yet I keep doing it; for the sake of silence lest father becomes enraged and his shouting was not welcome this early morn.

When I went to school and the lessons flew by in a flurry with a million inappropriate jokes between me and my gaggle of silly Otaku friends, I began to relax and chatter aimlessly; the tips of my tongues rolling with the temptation of saying something so utterly Japanese that I would have been considered a Weeaboo if my friends hadn't known of my familiarity of the language.

By the afternoon period where Mandarin was concerned, I sat in the familiar childish classroom enough to fit 30 small children and a grown adult or 10. Steven was working on his position paper, the day having been the deadline as he had been in China for a performance he had to be in and Sara was laughing at the one time where Rachel had been put in a tight spot for Japan back when she was in SMUN for Singapore.

Speaking of Rachel reminded me of Willis, a rather interesting character I met by chance in the English ICAS just short of last year and I asked Steven of his personality. I had done it once when I first found out about this abnormal boy's name and when I had greeted him, me a total stranger and an absolute loser at that , he had responded the same cheerfully and I found myself liking his character immensely because he was not fake.

He wasn't like Rachel Jessicums.

Or Jeanne Svayern.

He was just Willis and I liked him because I didn't have to guard myself around him, I could be who I was and I didn't have to care whether he'll hate me or find me annoying or just the loser that everyone likes to label and secretly hate. I could relax and not be kiasu as my community calls it, I don't have to be perfection and I admired him.

He was emotional, loved to read romance books out in the open, was such a cute nerd and gets frustrated when he can't find something or did his homework. Doesn't give a fudge about his cellphone missing from his hands and his emotional reactions were a bliss to me because I loved seeing reactions like his. He was rare and he was a nice breath of fresh air from the assholes and bitches I lived through my life.

He reminded me of Steven and his exuberance, Cindy with her sarcasm alongside with her and Steven's support of the LGBT community, and Ryuson with his overly perverted nature and 'I-don't-care-shit-but-I-actually-care-for-you'. He reminded me of them and it was so exciting to see someone so not black or white or gray in this life.

He was just Willis William.

I admired that.