The Day Dreams Became Mirage..*

Photograph: Lonely Sunset by ~dophineh

     When I look at a smile, cracked by tears… When I see a dream, shattered into pieces… When I watch the sunset…When the hope fades away while I'm watching… When the ashes bury the colors, and the hopelessness kills the happiness…  I don't know what to do! The fear hides talents, and the wishes are being cut from their roots… 

     I feel the sadness stops my breaths… I cling to every smile, every dream and every wish… I call the hope; hoping it will remember me… I imagine a world full of joy and only joy… But, it doesn't seem enough… 

     Every time, I fall from the top of my thoughts, and the horrible reality's sharp rocks break my wishes…I persist to bring my imaginings to life, but I don't know if I'll succeed.. Or, will I prefer the sweet imagination to the tart reality?!

     * To everyone tried to protect his/her dream, but it was "stolen" from him/her right before his/her eyes.. Keep going.. You ARE the hope!
      * This text was used once in a short story I wrote, called "My wonderful teacher"

It Is A Gift.. To My Heart

     To my little heart, I write my words..

I write them powerful, confident, brave and effective, wishing to become like them one day..

By writing, I try to refresh a hope hidden in my soul ..

Or to draw a picture, I have been dreaming about..

Or to erase some horrible facts..

     I know that my words are the most honest, faithful , and trusty friends in life..

     When I tell them stories, they always listen.. Sometimes, they become sad and turn black while they cry with me..

Other times, they blow up to turn into shiny stars, or colorful butterflies, as they see me smiling..
They are always by my side, but they resist me from time to time, ignoring my thoughts, correcting my feelings, and raising my aimes.. Then, I thank them cheerfully..

     Now, I scatter them here, perhaps they can relieve some pain, spread several smiles, or encourage homeless hearts..