No Matter How Great You Are

You can hold the sun in your hands without burning your fingers

You can light up the sky with the brightness in your smile

You can come fly to the heavens and bring a piece back for us to share

No matter how much you do

You are still less and less in the eyes of those who stare

You can read all the books in the world

And learn every word in the dictionary for pleasure

And love culture and religion and all things colorful

But your looks are what the weak souls are going to measure

You can step in a room and bring back all the mourners to hope

But the one who needs it the most

Will look at you with so much doubt

You can be the clouds in the sky

Untouchable but a great sight

Even then, slander follows you like a creeper in the night

You can give your heart to those who need it the most

But they won’t be ready to really appreciate your kindness

You can be the stars in the night time

Although the city lights are so bright

But his vision is so impaired

You are there

You are there

But his mind is just everywhere

You are too good to be true

But reality is you are real

And you are you

They do not see that

And they never will

Do not occupy yourself in winning the hearts of those who kill and kill

No matter how great you are

There are still some people who think you are not a star.

Just Pray for Me

I am sitting in front of you,

Ready to take my fall.

Will you listen to my last confession?

Or will you run around from room to room trying to prevent me from meeting my “doom”.

I have here in front of me a book of all my memories,

From childhood to my teens.

All my desires and all my dreams,

Left unfulfilled because of this life that has left me diseased.

Will you have the heart to ever let me go?

To a place of peace and rest as compared to this turmoil and hot mess?

Or will you pay thousands of dollars for me to be on a machine

Breathing through a tube when my eyes can’t even see?

Will you let me suffer for the satisfaction of seeing me alive,

With hopes that maybe one day I will recover and I’ll soon survive 

Now do you expect a person to really recover from brokenness from inside,

Where the pieces are so sharp they tear my skin apart?

And really live when their limbs are so fragile,

Because of the need to run around to make sure you had your livelihood?

And really breathe without the fear of this being their last breath,

When every minute spent went into worrying about you and only you?

I’ve maintained myself for so long and lived for what I love so don’t cry because  I’m gone.

Just pray for me as I surpassed my time in the world,

Your heart will be heavy but mine has flown to Someone good.

I am here, in these books of memories.

I take back what I said of unfulfilled dreams.

Having you as my family,

Was the best dream God has ever granted me.

I’ve leave you with one thing to know, never shed a tear on my grave because I am not gone.

We will meet again soon, just wait it won’t be too long.