So many beautiful words come pouring out

  So many writers write what life is about

            So much to read and to appreciate

Wish I'd come here sooner, I'm a little 

                    bit late.

        I feel like a child in a candy store

I am back again just to read a little more

        Holy guacamole I just looked at 

                  the time

The sun makes a debut as I devour one 

                       more line.

There are so many that I still haven't read

   I try to tell myself it's time to lay down 

              my head

Discipline has never been so easy for me

      I breathe in the words and then I bleed                        out poetry.

I don't want to miss not even one little gem

     So many people have the magic in 

             their pen

Emptiness is filled up by the words in rows

     Spilling into my eyes from the hearts of                        these Prose.

(Here's to all the Prose who have already amazed me 

    and another to the others I have yet to discover...)

Isn't it funny how close I am to nothing at all?

Some girls wants to be princes or princesses

Boys as well

But here I sit watching as the jester, the magician or the fool.

On the outside always watching

On the inside hearing nothing

Feeling in the moment

Being me

Not thinking of things that I should want based on who I was...

Being content to mix into the background and watch the world pass me by...

Being me

Finding nothing and feeling so alone from everyone

Who I am is someone who has no answers

Has no concrete advice...

I am only who I think I am

I am me

Why did you love hurting me...

I'm the queen...

Of all broken hearts...

I'm the one who is depressed of them all...

When I close my eyes and sleep...

All the things I dream...

Likes to bully me...

Nightmares it seems...

You are suppose to be my lover...

But all you do is leave me...

If I am in trouble...

You seem so satisfied ...

If I cry....

All day and night...

Right when you leave me...

I start to bleed...

Now I'm keen...

To find someone else...

If I gotten plastic surgery...

And I came out pretty...

Will you start to notice me....

My dream...

Of you and me..

Is now gone...

Shatter into pieces ...

The hypnotized...

Eyes ...

I had for you is gone...

You can't have my cake anymore...

My heart is feeling like it'll be forever sore...

Let's start to move on...

Is this wrong...

This is the feeling I always felt...

Depressed...

What a mess...

When we were together...

Now I know we weren't meant to last forever ..

You abuser...

You womanizer..

I think I'm fine...

I'm happy now that we are not together...

Practice kindness,

It is a strength greater than any other

Connecting others, collaborating with others,

It is a uniting force, like love.

But there will be people who might

Call you out on your acts of kindness,

Claiming that there is a malignant intent.

After all-- kindness, like love,

Has its duality.

Its darker side,

Its misunderstandings.

If only we as a people understand this, I hope,

Though I understand that may come off as

Self-demanding, or

Self-righteous,

Can we truly understand true kindness...

Yes, a sort of Plato's realm of ideas,

I understand,

But I believe-- like the purifying fire or the crucible,

The we can truly learn over time to learn

And discern true kindness.

It is not easy,

And it is not permanent--

There will always be new people in this

World after all,

Being born and thus unlearned.

But as a people-- humanity,

I am sure we have come very far.

Yes, as time and humanity progresses,

There will always be new and novel situations--

Yes, the patterns may be there,

Stories of old echoing back at us in the present

And future,

But told with different characters,

Different voices,

And echoed back in a slightly diffeirent way.

But alas,

I must focus on the here and now.

This message, this intention,

It is ever-changing... but its essence,

I hope it is conveyed.

On that note,

However,

I feel that I must clear the air

Of any ambiguities.

Love has often been connected to venom & poison,

In the right amounts, in appropriate amounts,

It can be good.

Sweet Venus herself would understand,

The secret of love's venomous nature,

But good and yet possibly bad--

We hope it brings the best in others.

And yet we cannot ascertain whether

What we have done is truly good.

But that's okay-- it is the experience that matters.

The experience of love,

And hopefully through that

We come to refine and redefine

Our definition of love.

And so it is with kindness,

Other may think of kindness as a

Sign of weakness.

But it is a strength,

And yes there may be weaknesses--

But I hope that there can be a balance between

The two, strengths and weaknesses that is.

The weakness comes when one is

Being victimized due to the nature of the

Recipient of kindness-- how the reuceiver reacts

To the giver of kindness.

A sort of "biting the hand that feeds" scenario.

Alas, I must digress-- the weakness to this

I revealed, but the solution--

Can there be one?

But perhaps to be kind to oneself...

At least. The may be the solution,

And yet it goes contrary to conventional wisdom.

(One of Aesop's fables warns this, the fable of the "A Gardener and His Dog," as well as a Buddhist parable of "The Monk and the Scorpion." The former is less forgiving, as is the nature of the way Aesop's fables are presented, but the Buddhist parable goes to say that we must endure and perservere in spite of another's nature being incompatible to ours-- in this case being harmed as a result of our act of kindness. We must perservere in our acts of kindness as a message to the world-- and to not copy and fall into the same destructive behavior of another's nature-- at least in the way I have interpreted it.

There is a sort of ontological dissonance with the quote supposedly attributed to Aesop in "No act of kindnes, no matter how small, is ever wasted," with the fable of "A Gardener and His Dog," but the Buddhist parable mentioned earlier seems to complete the message behind Aesop's intentions. I suspect that his fable has been corrupted or that this quote is misattributed to him. It may be unlikely that the fable is corrupted, but it is still a possibility. The reason in saying that it is not corrupted is due to the fact that most of Aesop's fables follow this pattern of unforgiveness in one's follies, and this particular Aesop's fable was no different. Perhaps, supposedly, as I have read in the Penguin Classics version, it was simply meant to be taken as a joke. But in either case, the way it was taught must have been different than the way it was read! )

I stop.

The clock.

It screams that it's 3 am

Huh.

I turn back to my canvas.

Eyelids dragging 

Body begging for sleep

"Not yet" my mind whispers

"Don't let go"

I continue my painting

It's 5 am

dawn is coming

another night has passed, unused

I set down my palette

my paintbrush

I take a step back

I am satisfied

Then I collapse into bed

my body and mind sighing with contentment

finally drifting into the mind numbing world of sleep

Math, the dreaded subject that rattles our minds and causes immense stress when test day comes. The class that makes us ask, “Am I actually going to use this in the future?” and “Do I actually care?”

Math, the class that pushes us to be creative and think harder. The subject that shapes our minds and makes us ask, “How can I solve this problem?” and “I wonder if there’s another way to do it.”

I believe in math. Not the classes that teach us about area and perimeter, or derivatives and integrals. By looking behind the large numbers and intimidating equations, we learn life lessons that teach us to stay on path and to question what we are told. This I believe.

When other kids played on the swings, I learned to count. When other kids ran on the fields, I played addition games. When other kids drew pictures on the walls, I wrote the times tables on our windows. I know that everyone is thinking, wow, this kid was a loser. But to me, math was not only fun, but the beginning of a rewarding journey I would face in the future. The most basic in mathematics such as counting, adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing are things we all take for granted. In high school we are focusing so much on the variables, logs and exponentials, that we forget that everything we are learning now, stems from those fundamental mathematical properties. In life, this has taught me that what you learn as a child, your manners, your feelings, kindness, experiences, and curiosity, these things never change. And that sometimes, we need to step back and think about where we came from and who we were in order to understand who we have become and where we are going.

As we move into more advanced mathematics, we learn about concepts that are hard to wrap our minds around. Like how the number zero is both nothing and something, and that infinity is never ending. We learn that i is an imaginary number and that you can take the negative of a number. But we never stop to think how can zero be multiplied to something if it's nothing, and if infinity plus 10 is larger than infinity. We don’t question how an imaginary number can exist and why a negative times a negative makes a positive. We accept these facts as the truth because we are told by our teachers and family that that’s just how it is. I’m not disputing the fact that these are true, but saying that what I’ve taken from these impossible to understand numbers is that it's ok to question concepts that are not easily grasped in order to better your own understanding.

Some of you are probably thinking, “I still don’t understand how any of this math relates to life lessons.” Honestly, it probably doesn’t for you. We are all different in our beliefs and how we learn. Whether it's learning teamwork from a sports field or persevering to perfect a music piece, we all learn in different ways. For me, I believe that factoring equations teaches us to restate things in a different way and that conics teach us that every change comes with a consequence. I believe that our maths tests compare the trials we face in our live and that studying is our preparation for anything thrown at us. I believe in math and the lessons we learn from looking a little deeper. This I believe.

Silence.

Blue.

Van Gogh.

Ood.

Allons-y.

Show.

Geronimo!

Dear Doctor,

We've just finished a

thousand year war;

now we're feeling low.

If it's not revealing

too much plot

time's been

moving slow.

Do you hear

the bell ringing?

Have you smelled

the coffee yet?

Let me drop

another clue:

Is your blood

also singing?

And River's too?

O yes, I realise

You're still forlorn.

Rose has withered

Amy's gone,

and Clara's history.

But could you

please unveil

one mystery?

How much time's

left before

the coming storm?

Don't be a stranger,

we'd feel neglected.

Let us know when

another visit

can be expected.

You know,

isn't it odd,

I once looked into

your eyes and

I saw God.

Or perhaps

the devil incarnate.

Oh, by the way

we've just seen

news of other

intelligences

in the universe.

Compared to those

we found today

you're just a man

with feet of clay.

Please don't neglect

your duty to serve

and to protect these

greater intellects.

Or wouldn't it

be really great

If we could

just Exterminate!

Now we've finished

with the Thals,

it's my dearest hope

we can be pals.

Tick tock,

Davros Kaled

Blocked by day

Overflowing by night

If only I had a way

To write down every story plot

I have dreamt up at night

Maybe then my morning writes

Wouldn't seem so cruel