who knew the most ordinary part of the sky
took hold in the depths of every single mind.
they say curiosity killed the cat,
but in truth, it only brought an intensity that matched the sun.
that pearly orb, sitting among the velvet sky of diamonds
possessed centuries worth of tales, fantasies and legends about its inexplicable story.
there were thousands of pages praising the moon,
hundreds more debating whether its cracks, shadows and crevices
mar or enhance the beauty of that silver satellite.
yet, so few, wondered what lies hidden on the other side.
maybe, the moon kept that side for itself.
one day you won’t be a volleyball player anymore,
you won’t be able to do what you love, day in and day out.
there won’t be anymore long car rides to practice
or cross-country flights with your teammates.
you won’t stare across that net on the court for games on end.
you won’t pull your knee pads up and lace those shoes again.
there won’t be anymore bruises and floor burns that hurt like a bitch.
you won’t have that routine you do before every match and every serve.
and you won’t lose your voice from screaming like hell for your teammates.
no more early rises and shines, no more morning hustles and late night grinds.
one day your closest teammates will only become distant acquaintances
and volleyball will become what used to be instead of what it is.
eventually, the one thing you looked forward to will come to an end.
the one thing you relied on to relieve your stress and
the one thing that allowed you to escape from all your problems won’t be there anymore.
one day you won’t be a volleyball player,
you’ll just have the memories of one.
so I beg you, cherish these moments right here, right now,
live in it freely, embrace the pain, laugh with you teammates, love your coaches
and everyone who has gotten you to where you stand today.
promise me that you’ll always remember why you play,
who you play for, and who will play because of you.
push yourself 110% and make sure you have no regrets.
leave it all on the court because eventually,
you’ll wish that you could be back on that court,
giving it your all, because even the blood, the sweat, and the tears will dry.
make some damn good memories because one day,
you’ll leave what you once loved and step into the bright,
exciting, unknown future in search of a new love, a new passion,
and these memories will be all you have left from this crazy one hell of a sport.
there was a time when she fantasized about love.
she laid awake every single night, staring at the ceiling
counting every boy in her life she could possibly easily love.
she would smile at the endless possibilities,
dreaming of the day of when she would be in his arms.
she wasn’t afraid of the consequences or unhappy endings;
only hoping that one day there would be someone that would
leave her breathless, yet full of life.
but then she started fantasizing about you.
and you were the first boy she fell in love with.
young and innocent, she didn’t know how to love,
and you fooled her into believing that love meant compromise – but only from her.
you taught her to apologize even when it wasn’t her fault,
you made her take the blame.
you convinced her that loving you meant needing you.
she learned how to love from someone
who made her believe that her world revolved around you.
every kiss was more sour than sweet,
more teeth than lips, more blood than honey.
so, because of you, she lies awake crossing out every name on her imaginary list,
wondering where she went wrong.
she became so afraid of opening her heart because she could not bare the thought of being consumed in the same way you consumed her.
now, she’s found solace in her loneliness because of the heartache you brought her in being in another’s company.
ever since then, she’s been searching for a place in her heart, not poisoned by the touch of you.
the museum was a treasure chest of art
with gems even the most rugged pirates could covet.
behold, they provided a feast for the eyes
bearing the sweetest nectar from the most exquisite wildflowers,
demanding their eyes to devour it.
but his eyes were fixed on the greatest work of art.
he only had eyes for her,
for she was his lighthouse in the stormiest tempest
when not even the finest map could guide him home.
they strolled through the maze of the museum
passing by the masterpieces.
one by picasso,
another by van gogh,
but he could have sworn that he had heard them weep
because she was the masterpiece that they couldn’t keep.
the first time
she saw through
those crystal colored glasses,
everything, truly everything
came into focus.
the world had flown by her a blur,
it was like she had all the time in the world.
it almost was if she had been blind,
but those crystal colored glasses
was the cure.
she had the sort of eyes
that were perfectly alright
when things were nearby,
but it was all a haze
when things were far away.
even the brightest stars in the milky way,
she saw them as insignificant blemishes
on the face of the sky.
in all her life, she had never truly
seen the beauty of the sky.
she could see a sky full.
she looked up
and it was like walking into the darkest room
and someone had switched on the universe.
Wow. I finally have made a blog, something that I’ve been planning to do in such a long time. I am planning to share with you some of my writing (good or bad) and maybe a few other things along the way. I really hope you enjoy what you see!