"Translated"

There is an essence of time that causes humans to forget,
to conjure a false memory or to eradicate the long forgotten,
to the extent of utter delusion,
like nothing happened,
disremembered,
obliterated,
as though a complete removal would translate the present
into a fairytale,
with damned happy endings,
with a beautiful prince and a handsome princess,
with a brick house constructed by their unfailing love, that tumbled
when the wolf went down the chimney,
and when the princess shrieked in fear,
and the prince died of shock and
left her yet alone.
These are the happy endings we all yearn for.
Don't we all?

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"Roleplay"

If life were a stage,
and we were all her clowns,
who manipulated the audience's emotions
with our carefully crafted scripts,
who are the real clowns?

If life were a stage,
and the ticket for the perpetual performance were a dollar and half cents,
with our personal selection of scenes,
would you have stayed to watch?

If life were a stage,
and I knew you were watching me,
would you still have done what you did?
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Haha, I am gonna be really random now but the poem prize I won last year was commendation one, not a consolation! ): Haha, so I am not in a sports cca, and I don't take part in competitions and stuff, so winning something consoled me slightly. (:

Yeah, thanks. Haha, yeah, and I submitted all the soppy sad stuff which I composed when I was bored, which amounted to a lot. Poor teachers!

I suppose writing is an outlet whereby we verbalise what we usually store up, in case we explode because of frustration one day. Yet I filter out tons of info, and I alter it to please the internet.
I have always abhorred the phrases that declare lovey dovey emotions and stuff, and I really dislike writing "I miss you" on blog posts and stuff. Everyone writes them everywhere!

Yet, we are all human and we all will miss someone, friend or lover, but the mere act of proclaiming it on websites and stuff only makes you appear desperate for love, but we all need love.
Yet, missing is normal, and I miss so many people and things.
I miss the people who have left the world, the friends who have deserted me, the state of being free, the opportunities I had, the youth we all had once, and the very pleasant memories.

I am so weird. I am just rambling on and on.
I wish I loved writing as much as I used to.

Last year, I could just write on and on without feeling false.
Now, I just write on so that I can feel better.

I am happy.

Oh, I wanna get perfect score for NAPFA man.
This is my last shot at it.
Have carried weights and stuff since last year. Hope it pays off. I'm a strong girl!