My Guardian Angel.

He was a mysterious perfect so-called human being.
He kidnapped me and brought me to this weird fantasy.
I wanted answers, so I gave him questions.
So I asked him, "where are we?"
His eyes locked on the endless diamond sky. The moon was full that particular night. We were laying down on our backs gazing up the sky letting the world passed by.
"Everywhere and nowhere," he answered coolly.
I was confused. The place wasn't familiar at all.
His car was parked just a few feet behind us. We were on the moist green grass. It was too dark outside to recognize anything else.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He smiled without looking at me, "you can call me Gray."
I turned my head to look at him. He had closed his eyes. The moonlight was enough for me to figure out his features. He had tanned skin and ripped biceps. His face was marble-smooth. His jaw was tight and his eyes I saw earlier was dark green. He was tall and made to be a model but I didn't recognize him in school.
I looked away, "you're not from my school are you?"
He chuckled, "do you think I'm still schooling?"
"Didn't think so," I rasped.
He had kidnapped me that night when I was walking alone back to my house from the worst dance ever. I got dumped by my first boyfriend whom I dated for less than a week. I didn't know why, but when Gray's car stopped next to me when I was walking, I was glad. He opened the door for me, "hop in," he invited. Without a second thought I did. When I was in his car I could feel nothing. I wasn't scared nor was I afraid. I could feel that he was someone close to me. Like I've known him for years. But in fact he was an absolute stranger to me. He didn't touch me once in the car. He didn't even look at me. He just drove and I sat still, letting him do what he wants.
When he finally stopped the car, I then realized what I had done.
So there I was laying beside him shooting him questions like a crazy machine gun.
"Who are you?" I asked for second time.
He looked at me with his intense green eyes. Drowning me in them. I almost chocked to death.
"Your guardian angel."
That's when I realized, I was safe. I smiled and edged closer to him. He draped his left arm out and I rested my head on his tough arm. I could smell is mouth-watering cologne. It smelled like daisies.
"Don't go," I said.
"I won't," he vowed. He plucked the nearest flower he could find and tucked it behind my ear.
I couldn't remember how long we stayed that way.
But I remembered burying my face in his chest crying like hell.
I remembered him whispering into my ears sweet little nothings.
Telling me he knew what's going on and that I was safe with him.
I remembered telling him the story of my life.
I remembered him stroking my hair gently.
I remembered closing my eyes after my tears had completely drained.

Then nothing. It was darker than night.

I woke up in my bed this morning. I thought I was dreaming because last night seemed so surreal. I scrambled out of bed and looked myself in the mirror. That was when I broke into a smile. I could still see the beautiful white daisy tucked neatly behind my ear. I took it out and twirled it between my fingers. I walked to my half opened window and looked up the sky, when will I see you again Gray? My guardian angel.

Do you...

Wish upon the stars?
Finding who you really are?
Ask directions?
Sick of questions?
Full of fears?
Searching for answers?
Burn with desires?
Believe in the future?
Own someone's trust?
Have pure lust?
Believe in fate?
Always hesitate?
Know your virtue?
Ever have a clue?
Hate your vanity?
Think that you're a liability?
Never alert?
Go berserk?
Take a chance?
Do a second glance?
Disapprove?
Feel aloof?
Want your youth?
Despise the truth?
Dream the impossible?
Make yourself durable?


Tell me who you are.
I'm learning you.

Dreams In Reality.

A dream defines humans' sweet illusions,
Something that feeds our hungry imaginations,
A dream helps us to be artistic,
Expressing emotions through art and music.

A dream may contain hopes and fears,
Though it doesn't tell us about the future,
A dream gives us desires,
Riddles and questions without answers.

Dreams developed when we were in our youth,
We didn't see the actual truth,
We wanted to be eveything,
From a doctor to a king.

But as we grow older we learn to see,
We're living in reality,
Our dreams may be forgotten,
The world is scary and rotten.

Chasing our dreams may be durable,
But it is never impossible,
We may fly we may fall,
In the end, we'll finally stand up tall.

We'll meet with failure and stop to cry,
But we can do it if we really try,
For the world will look so much brighter,
If we just grip our dreams tighter.

What the teachers say and (what they really mean)

Brace yourselves.

1. Your son has a remarkable ability in gathering needed information from his classmates.
(He was caught cheating on a test).

2. Karen is an endless fund of energy and viability.
(The hyperactive monster can't stay seated for five minutes).

3. Fantastic imagination! Unmatched in his capacity for blending fact with fiction.
(He's definitely one of the biggest liars I have ever met).

4. Margie exhibits a casual, relaxed attitude to school, indicating that high expectations don't intimidate her.
(The lazy thing hasn't done one assignment all term).

5. Her athletic ability is marvelous. Superior hand-eye coordination.
(The little creep stung me with a rubber band from 15 feet away).

6. Nick thrives on interaction with his peers.
(Your son needs to stop socializing and start working).

7. Your daughter's greatest asset is her demonstrative public discussions.
(Classroom lawyer! Why is it that every time I explain an assignment she creates a class argument).

8. John enjoys the thrill of engaging challenges with his peers.
(He's a bully).

9. An adventurous nature lover who rarely misses opportunities to explore new territory.
(Your daughter was caught skipping school at the fishing pond).

10. I am amazed at her tenacity in retaining her youthful personality.
(She's so immature that we've run out of diapers).

11. Unlike some students who hide their emotion, Charles is very expressive and open.
(He must have written the Whiner's Guide).

12. I firmly believe that her intellectual and emotional progress would be enhanced through a year's repetition of her learning environment.
(Regretfully, we believe that she is not ready for high school and must repeat the 8th grade).

13. Her exuberant verbosity is awesome!
(A mouth that never stops yacking).

Bring me back to life...

I've been dead for God knows how long. I've been wondering on Earth not knowing where I go. People say get high marks for your examinations and I will blindly nod my head. People say do this and I will. People say don't do that and I won't. I've been a doll since the day I was born. People make decisions for me, I have no rights (apparently) to do my own choices because of my age.
Then one day, I decided to put my feet down;
That's when hell breaks through.
I ignore what they say.
I do what ever I want.
I start to lie.
I leave my important duties towards God.
And I feel lost.
More lost than I ever felt before.
Though the new path is tempting and more rebellious.
I want to go back to the right path. Everybody is showing me the way, but emotions control me. Pulling me back. Whispering to my ears, "don't go, this is way more fun. Don't go."
I won't deny that I am tempted.
But I have to stop this madness.
I need to bring myself to a better way. Even though it'll be tough, but the sooner I start, the sooner I'll be a better person.
God help me. I'm your humble servant who doesn't deserve YOUR love nor YOUR sympathy. But I beg you, please, I don't want this as my path. This path that fills with sinful things. I can't imagine myself rotting in YOUR hell. I don't want too.
Help me.
Bring me back to life.
Bring me back to YOU.
Help me change.
Help me be someone that YOU are proud to call as YOUR servant.
Help me be human again.
Help me. Dear Lord.