I'm a misfit
I don't listen to your music,
I like things that are nice and pure.
I know I'm sure.

I'm so different,
from everyone, from your friends.
To be honest I'm strange
sometimes I'm led out of range;

I don't fit
I'm too well me
I don't fit
and I think I never will.

The last person you liked,
was your type;
as for you and I we have no similarities,
so much for coincidental actualities.

And I'm so determined
that I'll never affect your life
Because at the moment I know you dislike me
that I can clearly see;

I don't fit,
you'll be tired of me;
I just don't fit
for an optimist, today I'm a pessimist;

not trying to scare you off
just saying the obvious.
I'm not too pretty,
and I'm embarrassingly silly;

I'm too random
I might be too fickle;
so you know
ten seconds before you let me go.

I don't fit;
I'm too much out of the ordinary.
I'm the one flower who doesn't bloom until winter
or the one leaf that falls in the summer.
To me I don't fit with you.

Author's Note: 
This story is one submissions to the Frigate in school, it will be published. It's one of my short stories.




The Music Box                                                                  

                                                        
            A light sound of a familiar tune plays softly in my head as I close my eyes right before the curtains rise up. The tune always brings me back to when I was a little girl…           

 

            When I was six, my grandfather gave me a special gift, it was a music box.  When you opened it there is a dancing ballerina twirling around in a circle to Gymnopedie No. 1 by Erik Satie. I was amazed and lulled by the music; I was inspired at that moment. I told my grandfather that being a ballerina would be my dream. He was surprised and he said, “Yes, you will be a famous ballerina one day, my dear.”

                Soon I grew and in the pursuit of my dreams of becoming a dancer, I took all the lessons and opportunities that I could grasp. I never let my dream slip out of my hands; I worked very hard and practiced every day. By the time I reached twenty, all my life I have worked hard to become a ballerina, soon my dreams were up to a higher goal, I wanted to go to New York and be in the School of Art and Dance. I went away from my sleepy town of Hudson, New Jersey to New York to pursue my career in the Arts. Then my talents were recognized and soon I made my way up to the top.  Although I performed in many shows and was always busy, I never forgot my grandfather and the music box he gave me.

                When I was in one of my busiest days in rehearsal, my mother called saying that my grandfather was gravely ill. It was a risk for me to take break during a busy schedule, but I had to leave and see my grandfather. Once again I came to my grandfather’s home, away from the streets of Hudson to the open forests near the river -just where my grandfather lived, just as I remembered as a child. When I came to see him, he still had strong spirits and was always smiling. I was still the little girl in his eyes. For about two weeks, I spent time with him. My grandfather wished to see me perform, the problem was that it would be hard for him travel just to see me.  
                Soon I had to go back to New York for the first, opening performance. A couple days past and I heard news that my grandfather wasn’t getting any better. I longed to come back and see him once more. However, one night in the middle of my performances, I was about to do my solo as a dancer, in the midst of all the soft murmurs of the crowd and the dancers behind me, the orchestra suddenly stop playing music.
                My solo was supposed to be the height of the entire play, I was puzzled, and of course I knew that the show must go on.  I was left standing in my fourth position when I heard a faint song, a familiar song; it was my music box that grandfather gave me. As for my grandfather he was in the center of the aisle, tuning the music box, and shouted "My darling, you have made your dream of becoming the prima ballerina, please dance to this song once more for me."
                The moment was unexpected, the crowd was amazed, but I did as I was told I danced, bitter sweetly, dancing along Gymnopedie No. 1. I couldn't believe my grandfather was here watching me. The orchestra soon followed the song and played along as I danced throughout the stage. I danced for my grandfather that night; I danced as if I was the ballerina twirling in the music box upon the hands of my grandfather. I danced like I have never danced this way in my whole life before. I felt the music sway me across the room. I was lost in translation so overcome by mixed emotions of joy and sorrow that I could not explain. It was my utmost, extraordinary moment in my whole life.
                That same night, after my grand performance, I met up with my grandfather and said, "You are best dancer, my ballerina, you have fulfilled my wish, and I can now sleep peacefully, dreaming of your performance forever."  Back home, my grandfather was back on his bed two weeks prior from his visit. After all the shows, I soon came back home to visit him. My grandfather was in his room with his handsome smile as always, so proud of me, relieved, and restful. As I held his hand, he played the music box once last time. My grandfather slept peacefully to the tune that afternoon when I arrived from the airport.  He and I will always remain here in his deep dreams and that when we meet once again we both will dance to that very same tune.

                And to this very day my grandfather’s words echo within my mind each time I perform, I feel his presence and I just dance just the way I have danced that night to my music box just for my grandfather.

It's been five years
Long days
tough nights
tears have dried
in these eyes
sad songs floating in our heads

He came back just yesterday
But for a little while
But why see the girl
He hasn't seen so many years ago
Why he wouldn't know

He was so heartbreakingly beautiful
She was innocently sentimental
He wrote many songs
She danced along

It was one long summer
moonlit walks and skipping stones
and reading poems
it all fade away in memories of how something so strong used to be

Here they are sitting here
Silence in their eyes
hearts stood still
keeping their minds in past times
having so much to say
but saying nothing

So it was time to say goodbye again
No kisses or hugs
but shaking hands
He looked at her with hopeful eyes
She couldn't see what he saw
she was so blind

It starts to rain
as the train comes by
still quiet between two hearts
no tears in their eyes
he goes on the train
she waves  goodbye
he calls her name bursting the love he felt inside
she says back "do not let me go, come back to me safely."

You brought me here
Made me smile again
I understand it's all clear.

Why am I so afraid?
Your eyes they tell me
all the plans we have made.

I'm starting to fall into your gravity
I made you fall in love with me.
Grounded by all the things you do
You saying "I love you."

Things are going at a normal pace.
I just loved the way you make me feel,
our heart's in a fast race.

Going into your gravity,
lost in our two worlds again you see.
Love is what we choose
What have we got to lose?

Your breath in my air,
your laugh in my head
I love the fact you're still there,
When our fights are all dead
You sing me to sleep,
Leave your image in my dream
You'll always have me to keep
I love the way we both feel
Loving you is so surreal

I'm in your gravity
I love you and you love me
When we're together time just stops
I love the things I see
when I'm with you
all our smiles and the sweet things we do

You'll always pull me back to you
Just how it is in your gravity

She is such a young girl, a sweet girl, yes a lovely girl
But so beautiful, oh so wonderful, yeah so grateful
So there's a boy, a very sweet boy, yeah a nice boy
That she fell for, oh stumbled for, just went for
But she thinks that he, oh thinks that he, yeah thinks that he
has someone else in his life

(Chorus)
So her little blues keep creepin in, keep creepin in, keep creepin in tonight
Yeah she's wonderin, oh wonderin, yeah  wonderin what she will do with her life
She is stumbllin, yeah fallin, oh dreamin in love
Yeah she is in love
in love

Now it just hurts for her, killis for her, oh hates for her
To think that he, oh to think that  he, yeah to think that he has someone else
So she's achin. oh breakin. just shakin these days
Because she so so in love, just in love, crazy in love in her own ways

(Repeat Chorus)

She can't go on living this way
She has to know if he would stay, stay
He seems to not see her
Just seems to walk through her
Yet he will never know
How much she loves him so

(repeat chorus twice)

So it's been 2 years ago, three months, oh and five days ago
since that she, oh that he, when they met
Now there's a ring, a beautiful circled thing, oh that ring
on her finger now
It's a lovely thing, yeah that ring, a wonderful thing
So her little blues quickly fades away, just died away,  oh they flew away today.

What defines a hopeless romantic?

I'll tell you

A hopeless romantic
views the world in their own perspective
where they are caught between reality and fantasy

their definition of love is far beyond the thought of sex, looks, lust, or temptation
but love itself for being in love, for falling, for hoping
love to a hopeless romantic is a work of art
you can't describe
because not even words can fill in the blanks
love to them is so very complex, but yet so simple
so confusing but yet so easy

A hopeless romantic
doesn't have to be a writer, painter, or a singer
but as long as love runs through your veins
then a romantic you are

Sometimes a hopeless romantic
can just sound as depressing as the full name itself
but it is real
what we feel

the feeling of joy and sadness,
mourning and madness
sanity to insanity

A hopeless romantic
may dream of an Utopia
where love reigns above all things living

They yearn for love
they look for love
they express it in many ways shapes and forms
they do whatever possible that would convey just one thing
that opens modern-day Pandora's box
something that was also let loose
Love.

The Perfect Match


In the whole entire world
we all live in
we find the right groups
observe behavior
our never-ending pool of emotions as
water running down, a majestic waterfall
but when it comes to love
we are at a different game
we soon forget that our last love
once we find someone else we soon
re live that love over again
we see how incredible and amazing that person is
and somehow take on another ball game

Einstein once said that "gravity is not the cause of attraction between two people"
he is right you know
it is all what we perceive
it is just like meeting a person in a minute
and somehow in that minute your life quickly adapts to new change
you learn to fall in love
no matter the distance you just do
you find a mutual attraction
and wonder if you would ever meet this person
or does that person like me
and just maybe both of you hope to have a love that will last

there are so many people in the world
but the true match
could be that one person
you met two months ago briefly or
year ago
or even five minutes ago
or even right now
you never know will you....