If I should have an older brother….(Avengers edition)

**just a very short poem on, well, me wanting an older brother…

disclaimer: I know not all older brother’s are this awesome, but that’s just how I think it would be….

If I should have an older brother,

He would be a shield

to protect me from all harm

like…. like… CAPTAIN AMERICA!

And he would fight for me,

my happiness, my life

and he’ll burst into a rage monster when I’m in trouble

like…. like…. THE HULK!

And he’ll be my extra brain to help me with algebra and all the scientific shit,

like… like…. TONY STARK??

And lastly, he’ll be my shoulder to cry on

a piece of tissue to wipe my tears,

and an enormous heart to make me feel loved….

like, an older brother.

Posted 1 week ago

5 mins.

disclamer: I have not written anything for the longest time, so this may not be very good…. and plus it’s supposed to be a poem but well… it’s not really a poem…. hahaha

What can I say with 5 mins…?

I mean, what can you do in 5 mins?

come to think of it, since when is 5 mins ever enough?

since when is a day ever enough?

since when is a month ever enough?

or a year?

since when is a LIFETIME ever enough?

Life is such a funny thing isn’t it?!

one moment you’re flying to the moon…

the next you’re taking a trip down to hell…

my favourite poet says that people nowadays walk through life shielding themselves from the world,

to seem unphased, and to seem like nothing in the world can bring them down.

and you know what, I agree with her.

we tend to shield ourselves from the things around us to seem strong, because somehow being weak in the world today is like being a leper.

Which i personally think is sad….

We’re forgetting that eventhough some of us may have the front of an elephant, we are still a afraid of a little mouse…

Well, while others walked through life unphased, I walked through a little differently…

I walked through life hiding my real self….

or at least that’s how I walked through secondary school…

I was ashamed and scared bout showing my real self to my friends….

I painted a new me to suit them….

But all of that changed in the later part of 2011…

I learned to open my hands and have an open posture towards life….

and with that posture in life….

I say, bring it on….

bring on all the sad, painful and stressful experiences…

because I know that as long as I’m myself, those experiences, no matter how painful they are, they will always come with the sweetness of life itself….

“It’s better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not”

-andre gide