White walls i will miss you
Empty sheets of paper i bid you goodbye
To my ever reliable pen , thank you
And to my pillows, i’m sorry for leaving you..
White walls inside this small room
thank you for letting my imagination roam free
for letting me go to the moon and play with the stars
thank you for letting me forget, even if it’s just for a moment
how crippled, how broken i really am
Empty sheets of paper, in my big red notebook
thanks for listening to me , when no one cared to
thanks for letting me paint the world in hues of the brightest yellow
Thanks for never judging me, for never yelling at me whenever i do something wrong
To you my pen i’m reluctant to say goodbye, you gave my thoughts a sense of reality
you helped me write the words i could not say without stuttering
you broke the chains that held me in deep pain and solitude
you made my world bigger and better, and for that i thank you
Now to bid farewell to the ones closest to me
sorry my dear pillows if I forsake thee
But do not think for a moment that i am ungrateful, for every tear you caught that i let fall
So now i’ll stop for fear that i am too prosaic
but then again Thank you my pillows, for caring for me like a friend
Maybe you’ve noticed why i’m only seeing goodbye
To object that most people disregard and pass by
the answer to that is simple, for in my little room
in my life as a cripple, i have never once felt love from other people
most treat me with disdain but that’s better than being pitied. they forget that i have a heart that is stout and a mind that is unequaled.
but now they’ll never know just how brilliant i am
because now i’m giving in to deaths alluring call
a song to lay rest to my tired body
to my tired soul.
High school wasn’t that memorable for me, it was just a phase in my life albeit one that took four years to get through. I wasn’t excited about meeting my barkadas or going out with my classmates and loitering around the city. I have nothing against the people who claim and glorify high school as “THE MOST MEMORABLE TIMES OF THEIR LIFE” for me high school isn’t that special, i could even say it’s very dull and repetitive.
High school is the endless cycle of cleaning classrooms =>listening to teachers=> eating lunch=> cleaning classrooms=>listening to teachers=> cleaning classrooms => home 🙂 repeat and rinse.
In high school you start making connections with other people, connections that are not that really important, though there are those people who have really close friends but seriously in high school you meet hundreds of people but how many of those people do you still actually remember, and these close friends only develop because of their proximity and the length of time you spend with them ( 4 years in a box ? ) who wouldn’t establish connections with these people, heck if you were inside a box with only a cactus for company you’d still get attached to that cactus( Cast Away anyone ? 🙂 ). I’m not downplaying the importance of making “Friends” or the value of these “Friendships”, because there are really those who are lucky enough to meet and make genuine friends, friends that have your back and are willing to take a bullet for you.
Take a moment and reminisce about the amount of backbiting and intrigue present in the bumbling high school society, you’d be surprised on just how frequent backbiting, bullying and betrayals regularly occur ( keep in mind that the reason for these actions are petty and laughable) I mean participating in High school politics/ Drama can be as cut throat and treacherous as National Politics. You see people being ostracized for standing up to the people who’re considered as the alphas. you see just how cruel high school can be whenever you read suicide stories, stories that lay bare on just how snide comments and pranks have damaging effects on individuals whose only crime is being different. These people deserve better, but because of our limited minds and shallow perception of what is acceptable in high school we only pay little attention to their stories.
High school is really important not because it is the “best time of our life” but it serves as a representation of society, we get our first glimpse of what and how certain ideals are like in the real world in high school. It serves as our gateway, our initiation rite to life. So treasure your high school memories not only because you have good ones, but because you did not go into college as ignorant and pathetic individuals who have no grasp on how to interact with other sentient beings.
I love Pokemon, i grew up watching the show, collecting the cards and memorizing the numerous Pokemon names and their evolutions. Yes it is childish but it has a myriad of morals that a child can absorb and hopefully remember when they grow up. yes it may be fictional but the lessons I’ve learned from it are as true as ever. Pokemon has taught me the value of friendship,determination and the trust you must have in the people around and in yourself. The series has spawned numerous stories,games and merchandise. I’m happy and that the series is still progressing but i’m also saddened by the fact that it’s deviating to more absurd paths, anyways wherever the story goes i’ll still be thankful to this show and to the man who made it. Thanks for making my childhood awesome. I’ll always remember the things Ash Ketchum taught me, I’ll remember just how loyal pikachu is, and i’ll never forget Misty,Brock and all the characters that made the story as wonderful as it is. ( though in my opinion alakazam still is the best pokemon ever)
Mr. Satoshi Tajiri
I THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING