For you

Let the gentle wind embrace you as you happily skip in the fields of tall, green grass.

Let the little pink and blue butterflies flutter around your face and tickle you with their delicate wings and feelers.

Let every giggle you let out erase your bad memories one by one.

Let the little white bunnies bound off and hide underground every time you approach them, so that you would get so exasperated and you'd cry on my shoulder.

Then I'll hold you tightly until you sleep

Then I'll bring you home to your kingdom

Then I'll watch over you just as the stars above watch over you as you slumber

Then I'll pray for angels and their glorious beauty and wings and all to come and protect you as you dream about cotton candy clouds and riding on unicorns.

Let every sip you take from the iced strawberry drink be sweeter than anything else in the world.

Let every time I call out your name be the most wonderful music to your ears.

Let every smile I make for you be enough reason for you to cheer up and forget your worries.

Let every touch of my hand be a comfort to you, every touch would remind you of much I love you, how much I appreciate you and how far I would go to defend you.

I love the way you smile dreamily when you admire your newly-bought purple pouch.

I love the way you wave your hands crazily as you laugh out loud in your special crass way of laughing.

I love the way you would ask me to stop defying every single thing you say about yourself.

I love the way you would walk so fast that you leave everyone behind.

I love the way you'd pout when I tease you.

I love the way you'd smirk when you manage to say something which I have no reply for.

I love the way you do crazy or unthinkable things.

I love the way you stay so calm in the middle of a crisis.

I love you so much.
I love you so much it's absurd.

It's embarrassing but I mean it.

Sweet sweet love of mine
You make me smile. :)

Thank you so much.

-Es'Qara-

Monsoon

The lyrical darkness makes its way
into the depths of a poet’s soul
Apocalyptic in nature -
How comforting,
knowing that this twisted world will end!

My pen will graze through the yellowed pages
Ancient ink will make its mark
Breaking the static silence
That has long hampered movement of any kind -
Movement of the physique,
movement of the mind.

Overhead the clouds are overcast
Thick swirls of vapour
The sea is restless
Taking a life of its own more than ever before.

I sit on a dead log
but I am not dead.
My poems died a long time ago
and I, nearly lifeless.
But now my pen is resurrected
and the brink of life now stretches generously
Far into the unknown -
Am I achieving immortality?

The world will die
because its end is near.
But mine is far from near!
And finally, this wicked world -
The world that successfully blew out
the value of my poems and left them in the arms of Hades
- and in the process, nearly washed me away -
will know how it feels to be dead!
Will know how it feels to be dying
before it can finally be dead!

The cries of the poet
swept away by the monsoon wind -
Revealing only
the sad body of a man slumped on a log -

The wind turns the yellowed pages.
A black line runs through them -

No poems, no words, no nothing.

-Sonia-

*not an original Edenia poem

Love

What if I could speak all languages of humans and of angels? If I did not love others, I would be nothing more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

What if I could prophesy and understand all secrets and all knowledge? And what if I had faith that moved mountains? I would be nothing, unless I loved others.

What if I gave away all that I owned and let myself be burned alive? I would gain nothing, unless I loved others.

Love is kind and patient, never jealous, boastful, proud, or rude.

Love isn't selfish or quick tempered. It doesn't keep a record of wrongs that others do.

Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil.

Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting.

Love never fails! Everyone who prophesies will stop, and unknown languages will no longer be spoken. All that we know will be forgotten.

We don't know everything, and our prophecies are not complete.

But what is perfect will someday appear, and what isn't perfect will then disappear.

When we were children, we thought and reasoned as children do. But when we grew up, we quit our childish ways.

Now all we can see of God is like a cloudy picture in a mirror. Later we will see him face to face. We don't know everything, but then we will, just as God completely understands us.

For now there are faith, hope, and love. But of these three, the greatest is love.

1 Corinthians 13



No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:37-39

Brother Jia Wern, I love you. Stay safe in the U. S. of A.

Dark Silence

Sitting here in the silence

Feeling strangely at ease

Reeling in the darkness

All around me

There's not a sound to be heard

Only my thoughts and steady heartbeat

The surrounding obscurity

cloaks the unfamiliar emotions that I have right now

Never was one to like the loneliness

That quietness brings

Surprised at the sudden serenity

It washes over me

Always needed company around

Their presence made me feel complete

Maybe it's time I learn that

I can be perfectly okay without you here with me

-Rachel-

*not an original Edenia poem

Safe and sound

Safe and sound indeed.



*Taken from sweetiegal89.blogspot.com

Every once in a while

Every once in a while

could you please

tell me I am needed, wanted,

loved and appreciated?

It means so much to me.

Every once in a while

could you please

encourage, affirm,

show a little concern?

Sometimes I need to see.

Every once in a while

could you please

make the first move,

show that you're interested,

say thank you,

sustain the relationship?

Show that

our friendship isn't on my part only.

But if you can't

I'm still okay.

Because I understand

these are things not everyone can say.

It'd still make a big difference if you do.

Please and thank you.

-Maia-

Dreams

The little boy dreamed.

Snug and comfy, he snuffled a little, then subsided as he lost himself in the place where anything and everything is possible.

As a little boy, he dreamed little boy dreams. He dreamt of sweet and sugary things, of smiles and bright lights, of fireworks on Midsummer's Night, of hugs and kisses. He dreamt of love and comfort, of happiness and joy, of naivety and sweet blissful ignorance. But not all was warm and sugary, however. In the background of his dreams hovered taunts and cruel acts, deaths of pets and stern voices. There were shadows of fear, dashes of curiousity, blotches of confusion. The background was streaked red with anger and malice. Nonetheless, in his dreams, the background was still only a background, kept far away by the bubble of warmth and love.

Then, in his dreams, the boy grew up, and he became a young man. But even as he grew in stature, the bubble that shielded him did not. Thus he was a young man with naught but a little boy's protection from the cruel and cold world without. Still he dreamt the dreams of young men. He dreamt of calloused hands, of his first hunt, of studying under the greatest men in the land. He dreamt of passionate young love, of the joy of knowing others, of interesting personalities, of firm but fair teachers. He dreamt of hard work and its returns, of taking risk and shooting stars, of carefree-ness and passion, of curiousity and daring, of bravery and strength.

However, as his experiences expanded, the background, too, grew more tangible. Horrible faces flitted past him, grotesque in their anger and hatred, their screams of anger and pain increasing in volume, accompanied by the banshee wails of the suffering. Pain, grief, anger, and suffering, multiplied a dozen times. The ghosts of jealousy, greed and lust became visible, hideously so. Confusion, desperation, and frustration grew as he screamed for help and guidance.

The bubble burst. Torrents of emotion flooded him as he jerked violently in his bed. No longer shielded, he opened himself to the extremities of emotion that are rarely felt. A lifetime of emotion, experienced in seconds. His mind and soul leaped, threatening to explode.

The little boy sat up with a lurch, yelling hoarsely. His eyes wild and bedclothes askew, he scrabbled around in panic until his disorientation subsided. Then he looked into the mirror.

A young man with blazing eyes stared back at him.

The Shadow Proves The Sunshine

Sunshine, won't you be my mother
Sunshine, come and help me sing
My heart is darker than these oceans
My heart is frozen underneath

We are

Crooked souls trying to stand up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain right now
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine
Two scared little runaways
Hold fast to the break of daylight where
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Oh Lord, why did You forsake me?
Oh Lord, don't be far away
Storm clouds gathering beside me
Please Lord don't look the other way

We are

Crooked souls trying to stand up straight
Dry eyes in the pouring rain right now
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine
Two scared little runaways
Hold fast to the break of daylight where
The shadow proves the sunshine
The shadow proves the sunshine

Shine on me...


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This is actually a song by Switchfoot. Switchfoot is really amazing. They have their own sound and they know how to get their message across to people. One day, I wanna be part of a band Christian band that can break through mainstream music and reach out to the masses.


:)


My shadow proves Your sunshine....