Inmemory Stories

A poem I wrote a little while ago when my grandmother's cat passed away. It's not meant to be a work of art, just a special poem for my granny and I thought I'd post It.

Sarah Alexandra Ivanov Auttenburg has been surrounded by ships and the thought of oceans practically her entire life. Her brother Allen taught her pretty much every single piece of information that an officer needs to know at sea. He has just got promoted to the rank of junior officer or 6th officer on the ship Californian. Now it is time for Sarah to go on the voyage of a lifetime. The new Olympic class ship, Titanic is about to set sail on her maiden voyage to New York in America. People of many classes are boarding the Titanic including Sarah. Not knowing the fate that lays ahead she befriends the likes of people such as the famous Thomas Andrews as well as others in 1st and 3rd class. Will she survive the tragic event of the Titanic's fall? Or will she perish at the bottom of the Atlantic? ~This is based off of the 1997 movie Titanic with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio as Rose and Jack. There are some details that I have changed like Thomas Andrews' wife and child. I mean no offense to the people who died and lost their lives on the Titanic. They will forever be remembered. RIP

Life continues no matter what we go through. My life goes on with your memory. Maybe someday I will find you again.

This goes to my big bro

For Klaudia Delmer..

- 他从温柔的岛屿来， 带着少年风的眼神与海。 那一年台北的街角， 他笑得像晨光初开的未来。 *From a gentle isle he came,* *Eyes carrying sea and flame.* *In Taipei's dawn he used to stand,* *Dreams rising like the sun in his hand.* -- 模特的光，演员的梦， 他走得慢，却每步都真诚。 《遇见王沥川》，那抹深情， 成了世人记得的永恒。 *Model's grace, actor's dream,* *Slow steps, yet pure as a stream.* *As Li Chuan, he loved so deep,* *And into hearts, his soul would seep.* -- 他是光，不该谢幕的光， 那么温柔，却被时光推向荒凉。 他没说完的话，还在风里荡， 像一封寄不出的信，仍然发烫。 *He was light, the light that shouldn't fade,* *So gentle, yet cruelly betrayed.* *Unspoken words still fill the air,* *A letter burning-he's still there.* -- 那天的舞台太亮， 太多喧嚣淹没了心的声响。 他倒下的瞬间， 连时间都为他停顿了一场。 *The stage that day was far too bright,* *Noise swallowed his fading light.* *The world held breath, in silent cry-* *Even time forgot to say goodbye.* -- 他本该有更长的路， 去笑、去爱、去老去。 可命运太急，连告别都来不及， 只剩遗憾在风中哭泣。 *He should've had miles more to go,* *To love, to laugh, to let life flow.* *But fate was harsh, no time to speak,* *Only sorrow left to leak.* -- 他是光，不甘心熄灭的光， 燃烧着还未实现的梦想。 他努力着--连最后一刻都善良， 连离去都带着体谅。 *He was light, unwilling to fade,* *Dreams half-built, promises made.* *Even falling, his soul was kind,* *Leaving love for all behind.* -- 如今花开在人间， 我们仍记得他温柔的脸。 点起蜡烛，为他照一盏， 那光，也许正照亮天堂的岸。 *Now flowers bloo

The different poems I've written of more recent times as well as older ones I've finally came across again I wrote years ago.

In a heartbreaking turn of events, a Lake Orion student dies during a school robotics trip to Houston, Texas. The student passed away on April 19 while participating in the FIRST Robotics World Championships, held from April 17 to April 20. The Houston Police Department has confirmed the death as a suicide, but the student's name has not been released.

Mathew Trey was no ordinary teenager. Raised in a Christian family the young man discovers that he is transgender. However his religious mother wants him to be the perfect Christian boy. Will Mathew be able to live the life he wants without his strict mother getting in the way? Will his life change dramatically as he meets new people and faces new trials? (In remembrance of Leelah Alcorn. R.i.p) Disclaimer: This story is all fiction. The only thing that's real is the way that the LGBT community is treated in this book which is very much similar to real life. Special thanks to Cyrena Marshall.

Ethan grieves his wife under the old oak tree where he proposed, where they laughed, and where she now rests. He writes her letters he can never send, until the day his children find one she left for him. Her voice, speaking from the past, gives him a single, life-altering command: "Love me by living." A poignant short story about loss, memory, and the roots of love that never die.

This is the eulogy I wrote for my wife's funeral.

There is Ink on my skin Drawn from a pen that can never write in full black The white always showing through on the pages

In honor of a couple a friend and someone i enjoyed talking to.

A simple poem in memory of a beautiful man

6 years ago today millions lost a very important person or part of their life. In thought in memory of the king of our hearts and music, I would dedicate a little book to him and to Moonwalkers and people who miss him deeply to let them know they are not alone ❤️ ~Rest in peace Michael Joseph Jackson xo keep moonwalking in the clouds

The official goodbye of the last 8 months. A thank you for everything. i wish we were better people. for ourselves. for our familes. for eachother. i wish it never ended but It was learning point. The Official Homeboy will never be returning.