Tooo cute.

This s a conversation between two new friends of mine, and I found it so cute, that I just had to put it up here. Here goes.


1st friend: You know, wonderful is a person full of wonders. Do you think I'm wonderful?
2nd friend: Yes, I think you are absolutely wonderful.
1st friend: Promise?
2nd friend: Yes, Promise.


It made me smile.

The exposed.

Under the mesmerizing twinkling starlit sky,

glowing in the sea of moonlight,

there, sits she.

Lost - visualizing the past.

Thinking

Refreshing those memories.

Allowing them to flood back,

letting the bitter sweet pain, 

pinch her heart

Yet, once again..

The many people she clutched onto, 

so tightly.

Held so dear.

The few who clutched onto her..

Enlightened her with life,

taught her how the beautiful night sky,

could be so hard, and dangerous at times..

The brave, courageous young lady she was,

her pride, in perfect place.

Head held high.

Dignity as never seen before.

Absurdity of the traits that made her fall?

Sigh but the time's gone now.

Pride, dignity, beauty: certainly not untouched.

Gazing at the single star so little yet bright.

Trying so hard to lighten up the dark sky.

Reminding her of the time,

the star portraying her.

Thanking Him that he gave her the strength.

She wipes the unshed tear and returns.

Back. With the rightfully earned dignity this time.

Dated: 7.11.2010

So much more to her.

There is so much more to her,

than just

her pretty face.

Than just

her hearty smile.

She bleeds away her past,

but the memories stay.

It pierces her heart;

There is so much more to her,

than the love and care she carts.

The spectrum of colours, 

means all the world to her.

And the black and white and grey; 

bring misery, I say,

misery, 

'pon her.

She splashes happiness all 'round;

There is more to her than just,

the two yard floor

to which

she's bound.

For she plays with them 

(colours),

and they spell the 

brightening,

of her soul.

There is so much more to her than struggle,

for,

the lame academic goals.

Thyself means nothing to her,

nothing she thinks

of thyself, sure.

Collectively, the essence of her

(beauty)

is thoroughly unique;

'tis thoroughly pure.

There is so much more to her 

than just

the pain, yes, her pain,

that needs cure.

There is so much more to her,

than just

her pretty face.

Than just

her hearty smile;

'tis her eyes that speak,

'tis them that hide.

'tis them that drown,

'tis them that cry.

There's so much more to her, 

so much more you find,

there's so much depth, 

you see, within.

'tis her eyes.

Her eyes.

Her eyes, herein.

No tear means anything to them / 

for they know nothing of it / 

'tis I who lets them all run wild / 

they know nothing of it / 

'tis I who holds them close, 

who rips herself apart / 

they know nothing of it / 

'tis I who breaks down, 

gives up to love / 

they do not understand / 

for they know nothing of it.

Pinned Hearts

.Every time I look at my pinky, I notice how there's a beak-like projection of flesh arising from it. Strange enough, the beak-like projection reminds me of.. The frog's heart. Since they happen to be beak-like too, at their ends. I dissect frogs almost every wednesday, and well those frogs aren't really dead. They've just been given Chlorofom, so basically they've been forced to sleep a very, very deep sleep.
In our last class, we were asked to remove a layer that wraps the frog's heart. Yes, I would repeat to put emphasis on that. We had to remove a layer that wraps the frog's heart, and then, we had to PIN down the heart. Astonishing as it may sound, the frog heart was still beating. And it wasn't just my frog's heart, or it wasn't just my friend's frog's heart, it was every single frog in that room whose heart that was beating. Even, after being pinned.

--

I have strong memories of my heart being "pinned down". They're strong, excruciating memories. Times when I thought I would not survive. Times where nothing seemed to help. Times I felt weak, helpless, crushed and distributed into pieces. But they did administer me with a lot of rich learning.
The most important lesson uptill now, has been that it will always be The Almighty who pulls you through. It could be through the angels He sends your way for help, it could be through the diversions or distractions He creates, or it could be just any other way. After all, it is Him, and his immeasurable ways. Not to forget his ceaseless love for his creations, the kind of love that could never, ever be put into words. He loves every single one of his creations, be it a just a mere frog awfully being tortured, or an ordinary girl like me, learning to juggle situations. And He always helps them through. Because He, only, is The Almighty, and He provides strength.
For example, here, I smile out to the world. But do you realize? That I process, with a pinned heart.
I hope not. =)

Some blessed day in this life of mine,

I'll allow and let you deep inside.

You'll leave with dampened senses; emotions high,

because of all that I've managed to hide.

And then when you hear a slow sad hymn,

it'd remind you of all you had seen, within.

I'd help you then, I'd keep you warm;

For only I know the secrets of staying calm.

Shadow Monsters.

I recognize those ghastly Shadow Monsters, since babyhood. They're very frightening. Really, they are. They used to give me hiccups and make me wet my pillow, every single time. I was intensely small back then, enveloping an even smaller heart. Me. Yes, I've always been that way. Why, I always had my mother around to pacify me at such times. She would scare away those Monsters.
Only it remains as an ungranted wish anymore, to have time slaved.

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Time is deceiving. It once, sends you upon the seventh sky and portrays sparkly and such dramatic illusions, that within them you forget. Forget that from the skies and the glory; where you would land, would be the in the thorny arms of the land of the blood thirsty. Where nothing works. And neither does anything pay.
You know. I still witness those Shadow Monsters, and they have gone limitlessly wild now. Why so? Because they know, that time does not help me. And so, I stand as a loner. 
My mommy? Nah, she wouldn't scare them away this time.