Master's Lesson

Master’s Lesson

Twelve years ago on October twenty-first

Warm, sunny, beautiful day

Was my first day of training

Four years old I had gotten my white belt

From my master, now my friend

This man was seemed as

A wise old fool by many

But indeed he was a genius in his arts

Every one of his techniques was awe inspiring

Every kick was done with grace

Every punch was swift

Every student he had taught become a master

This man was Ernie Reyes Sr.

This man was a legend of his teachings

This man was the best master you will ever have

With his tricks, his flips, and his kicks

He had blown my mind on

What a human being can do

Only at the age of four, I knew nothing

I knew nothing better but just

To follow his instructions

At the age of eight, I had received my black belt

Now understand that this wise old fool

Was one of the most intelligent people

That I have ever met in my life

This inspired me

From the age of four seeing

Amazing techniques being displayed

To the age of eight realizing what my master has been through

This seventy-year-old man

An immigrant from the Philippines

Who has come from nothing

Is now one of the greatest fighters

In the country

He has made his life that

was nothing to himself

To others

Into greatness

Now at the age of sixteen

He has taught and showed me

Not as a master

But one of the closest friends

That I can call family

The life lesson that

with a lot of hard work

Patience and Perseverance

As you learn to accept yourself

For who you are

What may be shown as nothing

To others with your life

Is great to you.

The Princess Bride

My one and only foe,

A solemn day of woe,

I look back like a black, perched,

Crow.

A huge and green frog.

Perplexed by much fog.

All it sees is the land of Rog.

The need for celestial grog.

A soldier sees ahead.

Nothing but a still dread.

One man looks yonder.

Fake is the one of which

he is fonder.

He is in despair,

to find the huge

the green

the one perplexed by fog.

The frog brings hope.

The frog brings life.

The frog bring what the soldier is in scope,

for.

One of these frog’s mighty blows

Could summon that of which he woes.

A freedom few can tell,

A tale of totalitarian swell.

Nothing to dwell,

Simply a faint smell.

The soldier sees ahead.

Nothing but a still dread.

He looks yonder.  Fake,

is one of which is no longer fonder

of.

The fog rests,

No one’s zest.

A heavy weight is finally

lifted off of his chest.

It is done.

The Princess Bride

My one and only foe,

A solemn day of woe,

I look back like a black, perched,

Crow.

A huge and green frog.

Perplexed by much fog.

All it sees is the land of Rog.

The need for celestial grog.

A soldier sees ahead.

Nothing but a still dread.

One man looks yonder.

Fake is the one of which

he is fonder.

He is in despair,

to find the huge

the green

the one perplexed by fog.

The frog brings hope.

The frog brings life.

The frog bring what the soldier is in scope,

for.

One of these frog’s mighty blows

Could summon that of which he woes.

A freedom few can tell,

A tale of totalitarian swell.

Nothing to dwell,

Simply a faint smell.

The soldier sees ahead.

Nothing but a still dread.

He looks yonder.  Fake,

is one of which is no longer fonder

of.

The fog rests,

No one’s zest.

A heavy weight is finally

lifted off of his chest.

It is done.

Flagrant Emotions: Tales of Relationships

Flagrant Emotions: Tales of Relationships

Something happened

Something happened

I did it

She did it

I really want to do it for the longest time

It came out of nowhere

I told the truth

She created lies

She was becoming a monster

She felt threatened, she's the monster

It was for her own good,

She was wrong, right?

One of these days someone would have done it

No. I did nothing wrong.

I did her a favor
Was I was the problem?

I've done something good

I did everything wrong

I can finally live now

I don't think I can live with myself now

I let him go

She walked away

I wish I hadn't

I can't believe she did

I couldn’t look back

She didn't even look back

I was scared of the feelings

I thought she felt something

I couldn't face the humiliation

She couldn't put herself out

I wanted to make him happy

She wanted to see me suffer

I can't feel anything

I can feel everything

I saw them

He stood there

I wanted to move

He didn't move

All I could do is watch

He couldn't get enough

It was too late

He didn't even try

I wanted to say something

He just opened his mouth

No words in the world could change anything

No words

No Silence

Then Silence

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“You’re just feeling a little homesick.”

“You should be thankful you get these opportunities and experiences.”

“Are you actually sick or are you just having another incident?”

“You’re 16 Mia, grow up.”

It becomes harder and harder to take breaths.

I’m strangling myself without even touching my neck,

My body cannot take it.

The room caves in,

And my legs will not stop shuffling.

I lie awake shaking and nervous

With a pounding headache from not eating or drinking for three days.

The light in the bathroom is flickering and

No I’m not imagining it.

I need,

To go home.

Anxiety is that one person in the group who never wants to do anything.

Anxiety is the person who follows me around telling me,

“Those girls over there were giving you a look!”

Anxiety is the annoying therapist my mom sends me to that tells me to take

Loooong,

Deeeeep breaths whenever I,

“Feel that feeling.”

Anxiety is convinced the flight attendants have a look of fear and the plane is coming down.

Anxiety is frantically searching my drawers at 1 am for nothing.

Anxiety,

Anxiety has no boundaries.

The only way I know how to overcome this bully is by pretending it’s not there.

When people ask me why I left the sleepover early I say I wasn’t feeling well.

When people ask me if I bite my nails I lie and say no I cut them that short.

When people ask me why I’m always late I shrug and say my alarm didn’t go off,

When in truth it’s because when I wake up, anxiety wakes up too and
I can’t bear another day being followed by something that’s bigger than me,
That I can't tell to leave me alone.

Because every day I feel like the conductor of a train

That’s approaching a cliff.

And the instructions manual
Is missing pages.

Guns N Priorities

Guns N Priorities

I used to say to the NRA,

Maybe we just disagree?

I think guns kill,

You think guns save,

I guess we’ll have to see.

Then one day, I heard them say,

“No guns when we have the VP!”

It went a little like,

Heyguysuhsupersorrytosaythisbut,

At a convention for the National Rifle Association we are going to have to ask you to leave your guns
outside because the Vice President is coming in today and even though we always tell you that guns protect
kids at schools and people in general, we’re gonna have to be real with you and just let you know it was all,

a lie.

Oof.

So to the people that say

Yes NRA!

Abortions? No way!

You think you save lives

But legal abortions don’t kill kids,

Guns do.

And no, mass destruction is not

Just as easy with knives.

Our kids are not safe,

Not because of a procedure,

But rather because of your guns.

Protect Mike Pence,

But protect us kids too;

Or you leave it up to how fast we can run.

Priorities are values.

So what do we value more?

An outdated right to guns, or the inalienable right to life?

Thus, there is no more room for disagreement here;

There’s only one way to survive.