Seventeen

This one is about high school. My high school years were pretty much the same as they normally are and should be: amazing friendships, the unforgettable first love, millions of dreams born to become true and a number of right people being there for me in order to support, motivate and inspire. High school was such a good time and place to grow, to become who I am today!
Going to a(nother) high school every day now makes my own high school memories stay alive. 17 years ago I had no idea about what was going to happen. I had expectations like everyone else and fears the same. But the lessons I learned and the feelings and memories I collected then turned me into one of the richest people in the world. (You should call Forbes magazine, I seriously belong there.)
What I value most about high school is that it showed and taught me about being independent. Also, if you took away all my life memories and experiences and allowed me to keep only the ’91- ’95 ones, I would still be very happy. ‘Cause love, friendship, acceptance, tolerance, generosity and trust are enough to bring happiness and also, once they have settled in your heart and soul, they will never leave or abandon you.
I know that high school couldn’t do all these without the right people. Thank you, my high school guardian angels!

PS I hope I am managing to give something back.:)

Impersonal Memorabilia

since you promised me we’d transcend time
right from this earthly place we call home
my affinity has decided to disobey
all logic,ignore all its visible threats
and despise the strings of reason instead;
your vows never spoiled the purity of a soul
even though they fail to share or divide
its divine memories and moments of doubt
with a humanity
turning its pace, its peaceful expectations and concrete reality
into brightly lit slogans and rhyming oaths.
I believe it is environmentally friendly nowadays
to recycle Valentine cards, to re-use them to advertise
the universal symbols of mutually consented feelings
at a half-confessed price
from admiration to attraction
lies a dessert of what-if’s and guilt on sale
-revealing the imperfections of mind-
the unsatisfactory choices of bargaining
for a less than decorative heart -
the bitter taste of a sweet defeat, of temporary compromise.
Right after the loss of hope a new miracle is born
whose ascension of depths from neglect
is portrayed again and again
into a mirror whose vulnerabilities
overlook the absorption of faith;
like a fate pilgrim with closed eyes
at the always noble shrines of deceit and regret
overcoming the old and forgotten middle-February-relics
I’m still waiting for an answer virtually impossible to collect.

random thoughts put together

So, once in a while we are threatened to be evicted from our souls by too many memories taking over every single territory we once owned. Among so many kissed frogs and idealized statues brought to life, how do we recognize who we are looking for when we don’t know who we are looking for? It’s time our hearts stopped worshipping these fake gods...Oh, and...it shouldn't be too hard to be met half way if people were actually coming towards us. Always being expected to walk the extra mile is unfair.It’s time we broke this force of habit and convenience.

My guess is that if springs follow winters and the sun stops the rain...then hopefully happy memories should replace the painful ones...and set our dreams free.