The song is basically an anthem about being you, that there is no other version of you in this world. You being you and me being me. Everyone is different in their own ways; that’s what makes us the same. IRREPLACEABLE. That’s the word.
Taylor Swift stands for those people who are not confident of being themselves. A voice for everyone who felt like they’re not accepted. So what, if you are weird. Yes, you are weird, and that is beautiful and irreplaceable you! Don’t ever change. I PROMISE THAT THEY’LL NEVER FIND ANOTHER LIKE YOU!
Rapid eye movement sleep Let’s not part ways and say, “Goodnight and Go”. What happens when we sleep? When we all fall asleep, where do we go?
Counting sheep through the night Ignite the fire of the losing side. A bad guy acting like a Knight. Sleep within sleep in side by side.
We are only good at being bad. They should see us in a crown! Wait for the plastic faces turned into sad. Critics frown on the idea of going down.
Are we the product of a problem we could not alter? That is why our rendezvous’ quite blurry and fuzzy. But I’m counting 1,2,3 for it doesn’t matter. As long as I see you in whole not in mazy.
I don’t want to wake up in this beautiful nightmare. 3-dimensional space as they call it, “The Further”. I’ll be calm and collected in this dream we share. As we bury the hatchet when we bury a friend right there.
I just hope I could draw a map that will lead to you Wear your cologne, so that I could go straight in a perfect time. Do not let me let you go when my heart’s not blue but hue. Hold me tight, you’re my strange addiction like a dime.
In this place, life is an endless story. Captivated by the view, you and I both created The place has no name to say in a hurry Paper town as it is, so as our names stamped and cemented.
REM sleep; dream vividly. Two hearts become 1 in intensity Goodbye for now as lights down low slowly In sleep, we’ll meet again in the loop of serenity.
*The poem was born out of love and obsession to the album of Billie Eilish entitled, “When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?”
As I looked back to the learned past, I’ve been through, I come to realize how thankful I am to the mixed emotions I’ve felt from my environment these days and nowadays. This somehow molds me in becoming a warrior to the battles I will continue to fight on and strive hard to achieve something impossible people do not want me to be, for I am a sort of a weakling for them. But I believe that it is the low that makes the high so sweet, so I am ready to cross paths with Goliath if that will be the case. And I am so damn ready for it.
Thinking through different lenses, I become eclectic in various types of phenomena life’s throwing at me. Thus, the 3 keys created by yours truly, as conundrums in this crazy beautiful life others might understand if they felt or feel the same way as I do. Life is truly a mystery to celebrate its existence with love, hope, peace and acceptance in our own lines.
I am so proud of my gifts God bestowed upon me. And I am solid through thick and thin.
Here’s “the 3 keys” for you to collect!
I am very much comfortable living in a bubble that I forgot that I am truly living on a swaying wrecking ball. So sad, I cannot fix what has been broken. The damage has been done, even the strongest bandage cannot mend it.
In a crowded room, where vultures start circling in the circumference, no one is here as a man or a woman: just a boy and a girl. You know what’s crazy? Sometimes, I also play grown up in this game called, “Who Will Last in the Play-Pretend Game”.
In this so-called house that the forefathers built, what a good foundation – everything, everyone gone plastic. The norms? Be mechanical. But here in this place, it’s quite different from that. In case you want to find out, go here. The place is cold but the people here, hmmm… HOT!
And now here I am, in a place where I can be me, I feel like I can be anything, say anything, try anything or do anything. No witches and wizards to please, just me time doing the things that I really like in the first place – losing myself in a story.
I smell freedom and comfort here. But just when the bell rings, it becomes an alarm clock signal for me to wake up and go back to the real world.
You can find me here, ask the keeper, as my name engraved on the list.
Finally, you are here. I’m getting used to people leaving me behind. Not literally leaving me behind let me tell you that, but as they have finally seen the greener pasture outside these walls.
I’m happy for them, truly am. However, as they told me that if their doors finally close – the end game of their chapters here, another one will open for sure to be here. And ta-da! Here you are, like a lighthouse; I am seeing the light of the day, again. Ha-ha!
Thank you for being a good mentor and now a friend to me. I did not see it coming, but I am forever grateful for this chance in knowing you more as a person. I am carrying your principle with me as before on becoming and now I am quite like you – a guide, an adviser, a teacher. Your heart, your personality and your passion to do good things and to inspire others are paving the way for me to absorb positive light and hope for tomorrow. And with that, I think, I am on the right track. So, thank you!
At the top of my lungs, I scream In my darkest hours, you are my sunbeam Into the River Lethe, you become my memory For you simply debunk that life is too short for a long story. Around the world in 80 days, seemed not enough to explore you, Against all odds, I swear it on the River Styx to stick with you in a shade of hue. Until the world ends, forever ain’t the word to immortalize you while we’re going down in history.
*Preposition Poem – The poem is a seven line poem, each line begins with a preposition. Authors write about themselves, their feelings and emotions.
Snakes on the floor, on the shiny sparkly floor, trying hard to slither right through you. But let me tell you, I already knew what they do not know. Slick stories soon forgotten on a graveyard of lost things. So, no need a shovel to dig a grave
Crocodile on the river mouth – A pathway where a river flows into the sea, Hungry for a piece of meat. But let me tell you, killing a crocodile is a sign of luck. Worries are over and so as danger. Do not trust crocodiles, If you crossed one: be wary.
Vultures start circling in the air, Like you are the subject of gossip and slander. They might be in control of the weather, But let me tell you, They only try to take advantage on what’s readily available. Prepare on what’s coming The storm provides, yet do not be a prey to the death eaters: Use all your senses to the opportunities they hardly navigate.
Poison ivy creeping along the ground, Ingratitude like a parasite Itching on your skin if it touches you But let me tell you, The only way to defeat poison ivy is to dry them out, Never handle them especially by the root or stem They are rashes: avoid them Before it’s too late.
Do not blend, You will turn out to be like them. Bend like you’re unbreakable. But let me tell you, Traitors never win! Let the turncoats switch sides. Think things through; shifting allegiance like Judas does not ring a bell to one’s pure heart.