histórias de Soar

We won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy

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A message for all that a willing to listen

Ever since he could sit upright, Aaron shared a love for flying, with his father. But after his Father's tragic death, Aaron became a boy without wings, a compass without a point, and a map without a destination. But when a mysterious old aviator gives him a magical compass, everything changes. Its magic will lead him to an enchanted map that will point the way to an island, where he can fulfill his dream of flying as free as a bird. A dream that will take him on a perilous journey, where he must fight demons, face the darkness of his own heart, and confront the meaning of family and love.

This is a set of poems that is more of a string of jumbled emotion that i let out in math class. These poems are not the most refined or edited poems i just get very bored and frustrated in math class and need a release. Many of these poems are about the weather because i always sit by the window!

This is a collection of poems I wrote that sometimes express my feelings and other times they inspire me.

Be a butterfly

There is nothing quite like that moment, that moment when you finally see through your fears, you see through the lies you've been told for years. There is nothing quite like that moment when you realize where on the spectrum your shade lies; and you let it soar. Soar. TW: abuse

How strange I had sought freedom in you through attachments cord, for I could not see it in me no more. Yet were I to string you up, I'd lose sight of what I saw.

Naranasan niyo na bang mapaasa? Pero sa huli, ikaw rin pala yung paasa sa iba... Ito yung kwento naming dalawa, ay pero teka, meron pa palang extra, oh di kaya, ako yung extra? Sige, TAKE 2! ACTION! Ito nga pala yung kwento ng isang tanga, ang kwento ng mga Sana at Bakit na pwede sanang matupad at pwedeng masagot, pero sadyang ang puso talaga ng taong yon ay napakaramot... Sabayan niyo yung paglakad ng bata, ay este mali--- yung paglakbay ng isang babae sa mga ala-ala ng dating SILA pero yun pala, isa lang yung malaking AKALA...

You have come to the write place. The place where all your dreams come true. Because everyone is a writer as everyone is a dancer...I cannot dance and I simply do not want to be a dancer. But you want to be a writer, do you not? Do not worry. I am here. Pretty incompetent but a writer nonetheless, like the rest of us. Take and eat of this delicious advice I give to you...

the tales (poems) of a Luciferase-based being: luciferiin

A poem about flying

Poetry about traveling.