Saturday, August 20, 2011

Nostalgia

Can I modify my past for a while?

Of course no human being can struggle against the waves of time; and all I can do with that memory is to laugh at it.

...at least there is something to laugh at.


I recovered a draft of my old poem at the back of an old high school notebook. I already forgot the title of this. As I was reading the lines, I feel like I want to say "Craaappp...". In reality, I was not able to say anything; only made me smile. Am I really writing this way years back? The good thing is that the other poems are now gone.

To share my young thoughts (or more appropriate to say as my something-to-laugh-at memory), here it is:


For the spark that I saw in the midst of darkness;

For the wave that was moved by the wind of sweetness;

For the star that I wished to achieve from the sky;

For the rain that fell gently from the mildest high;

For the chance that was once with me but lost in the end;

For the bear that gave comfort but went out from my hand.


Shall I finish each statement with a single dot

Or add up another two to say, "Thanks a lot?"

...and I am sorry giving a tangle in your thread

'Cause I can't simply say what's running in my head.


Now that I have lost the small piece that I have hoped for

Will it be back to me in the time of my honor?

I hope that this will be the last time that I'll close my eyes,

For I don't want to be fooled again by thise sweetest lies.


*So yun na. (Sounds so emo-ish.)There is a time written below the poem: 7:30pm. I can't remember the date. This poem had a different fate among the others that were burned. I decided to keep it... for fun. :)


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Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure. -Jane Austen

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