Let us lift that burden off our shoulders

And stand straight and tall.

We are and always will be

perfectly imperfect.

Aren’t all heroes simply the sort of people we live with everyday?

Before she even rested, it’s time to face the world again.

Some days she wonders: How many others fabricate their grins?

She takes a deep breath of air, and heads out to see what awaits.

After all, curiosity is always one of a hero’s best traits.

Drifting through the world

I let my thoughts wander

what if?

what it might feel like to know...

I would want someone to

Not judge me

No matter what

Someone who I can trust

Talk to about anything

Feel comfortable around

Someone who will be there for me

When I really need them

Someone who “gets” me.

I walked into my room, setting my old backpack down next to my bed. One more, one more year and then I’ll be old enough to move out of this place people call a home.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

Indulge in the quizzical whims of questioning?

Sit on the throne of knowledge,

partake in the feast of Newton’s apple?

To eat the forbidden fruit,

and cast myself out of the paradise of ignorance,

Minor fissures,

Just hairline cracks,

Spread slowly

At first,

Fine lines on a

Smooth surface;

Creeping across a

Marble plain,

Barely making

A sound, but

Marking - scarring

Once upon a time Goliath fell.

They built buildings on his body

and David walked away without looking back

didn’t know his victory

until he moved

opened the door

to have his pebble drop at his feet

There’s a simple liberating joy

In being different,

Being obtuse,

Having that little bit of self outside of normality,

Askew

People will either embrace it,

Or reject it.

Some will revel and thrive in their unlikeness,

What does it tell you?

Does it tell you what lies in your heart?

It tells you what lies on the outside,

That’s for certain.

It tells you how other people perceive you.

How they label you.

You have feel the weight of those labels.

As I walk through these crowds day after day,

I see people’s silhouettes;

The stuff they’re made of deep inside,

The good or bad they try to hide,

And their joy or sorrow with every breath.

It’s not about what you told me,

but what I chose to believe.

Nothing feels worse than living

an imaginary dream.

And they occur so often and freely

whenever Satan creeps in.

By the time I breathe, and count to ten

The peace the nations had promised

Some days that were gold

Now all fade into stardust

Disappearing with the old

Stare into these eyes of flame

Warm embrace of blazing love

Wild animal you cannot tame

Feral beauty of gentle dove

Gaze into these eyes of fire

Scorching heat of kindled lust

Burning secret of past desire

I have problems

and I’ll swap mine with you like trading cards.

Long lovely disorders go over the lips like chocolate

but honey, we’ve been writing about these pits of darkness

long before shrinks slapped name tags on them.

Uncle Felix grew up in a small town called Shinzhu, located on the north side of Taiwan. His family was not able to afford extra clothing or toys or even to pay for his education. Uncle Felix learned to take what life gave him, and to always look on the bright side of things.

A hero is different,

A hero is kind,

A hero can live,

By the thoughts in his mind,

A hero makes changes,

In the world for the best,

And seeks good in others,

That’s hidden from the rest,

I always feel like I’m doing my best

but being put to the test.

People come and go;

No one ever seems to know.

They come in and

Leave so fast,

There’s so many

I can’t remember who was last.

My Dad’s taken on many roles,

mother

father

martial artist

experimenter

business owner

gardener

I learn from him

he teaches me the real values of life

he’s prepared me to live.

Used and abused

Still standing strong

You are the one I lean on

Who knows how to turn it around

With me through thick and thin

No matter what, where, or when

The pain of being without you

Excruciating

There for me, my dad

“No matter what,” he promised

By my side

Refusing to ever give up on me - no matter what I did

If everyone else gave up

My Dad would stand by me

Telling me he believes in me

Knows I am strong

just

when

she

thought

no one

was

listening,

she hid

her face

behind

a mask

that she

hoped

would last.

Once

there

was a

time

Okay,

I’m going to tell them.

It’s been weighing on me for awhile.

Most of my friends know,

And they should know too.

But I’m scared.

So

So

Scared.

I scream

But no one hears.

The danger

Looming, perpetual nears...

The footsteps echo

In my ears

Closer,

Closer

Danger leers.

A dark silhouette

And merciless eyes

Somehow you have found, where I was in the ground. I am there, I am also here. You have something new to fear. I’m not alive, but not quite dead . Though this is not what you have read. While light can be quite fun, I must avoid the world with sun. To walk the night is not quite what you think.

This darkness inside my heart

Residing in my pitiless mind

A fuel to a fire of ever-burning odium

That cutting sarcasm of such cruelty

The cold cynical aura that never abates

What is it that filled me with such hate?

Who dreams?

Who dares to enter such a realm?

Visions, fleeting,

Escaping with the waking flutter,

Living on bated breath

And translucent promises of

A world all your own;

A world anew.

When you dream of becoming a writer,

You get stories embedded in your soul

Ideas of near and far-off lands,

And journeys down rabbit holes.

The gem did spawn of evil’s fire

The gem shall be his portal

He comes to claim; our time is dire

The end of all things mortal

His reign of evil, he did conspire

The gem shall be his portal.