Wednesday, 2 March 2011

The Loss of Hiashiness

This is a second poem for Mary Hiashi. I'm glad you poured out your heart to us and I hope that this counts as a little bit of wisdom from some one else. I believe that this poem will strike a chord with your feelings in some form and help you in some way. Enjoy.

The Loss of Hiashiness

I used to have ambitions
I had hopes and goals and dreams
But my dreams remain unfinished
And my hopes are just extremes.

My wishes are impossible
I long for childish things
And for people to respect me
And to fly with golden wings.

For life it seems so drab and grey
You work then breathe your last
For the future came to nothing
But a wistful broken past.

I used to think I’m special
In a way that I could be
More important than diamonds
More powerful than the sea

But the nightmares overcame me
With my fears and tears and screams
Crushing all of my ambitions
Whilst reality quells my dreams

And I wonder why my family
Ignores my own belief
Why don’t they accept me... well as me?
Why cause me pain and grief.

My soul is shattered
My minds breaks
My body yearns
My heart aches

For you’ve asked the greatest question
Which is simply labelled Why?
What’s the point at all in living
When eventually you die.

For humanity is temporary
And all things end with time
And this knowledge is our burden
We perceive it as a crime

Does the universe have meaning?
Only if you give it one
If nobody appreciates it
Why has it begun?

Nature’s only beautiful
When viewed by human eyes
Unobserved it comes to nothing
As do clouds in endless skies

For life has deeper meaning
We can learn and we can love
We can try to create order
From the chaos far above

Why we live I do not know
But there is fun and laughter
And I don’t think that it matters
To the happily ever after

Life is meant for living
So enjoy its little treasures
Such as humour and surprises
And manifold other pleasures

Such as poetry and literature
And your own imagination
The sunshine and the crystal rain
A starry constellation

So treasure every moment
For life keeps moving on
And the Earth will keep on spinning
Long, long after you are gone

You dream a dream of impossible things
But at least you dream at all
And hope still burns inside you
Though the candle may be small

You are special, you have purpose
And I wish you “Blessed be”
You are loved and you’re befriended
You’re Miss Mary Hiashi


14 comments:

  1. AWESOME OCTA! I HOPE MARY READS THIS! SLIGHTLY SAD THOUGH...

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  2. *cries*
    Beautiful and wonderful Octa! This is so moving...and...I can't think of the right words.
    What a precious poem. Thank you for writing that for her. If anyone can encourage her it's a fellow poet and friend.
    I hope she sees this and is encouraged. Knowing you , the link is already left on her blog in the comment section. :)
    I wonder though....if maybe you could post this wonderful poem on TEGI as well. I know she checks there often.
    EPICA! Just like MAry!
    Bravo Octa! BRAVO!!!!

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  3. So beautiful octa!!!!!!!!!!!


    *wails*

    aww! If that is how mary feels I hope she is ok! I never really speak to her but I hope she likes this poem! I'm sure she will octa you incredible poet you!

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  4. That was so, so beautiful! I don't even know what to say besides that!

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  5. Amazing and beautiful. She better read this.

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  6. Oh my goodness!


    AMAZING!


    but don't make me think to much about that confuzziling stuff....


    *crosses eyes*

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  7. As I said before on TEGI (took me a minute to figure out what it stood for):

    I see it...


    ...Thank you.

    You don't know how much that means to me. You've actually gotten me to cry...Happy tears mind you...

    I like this one best:
    "You are special, you have purpose
    And I wish you “Blessed be”
    You are loved and you’re befriended
    You’re Miss Mary Hiashi"

    Thank you for making the sun shine again...And I think I've also found my muse once more.

    Blessed be,
    Miss Mary Hiashi

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  8. I... What is there to say?





    *lip wobbles*



















    *burst out crying*









    It's so beautiful!



    Can't... stop... reading...

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  9. Hey Octa. This poem is really very beautiful and brilliant. It's very moving and touches the heart and soul. It gives encouragement and hope.
    I think this is a poem to include in future poems to be published oreven entered into poetry contests.
    Even though it's writen for Mary Hiashi, I think other people, especially artists, could relate and be encouraged to continue in thier dreams.
    It's just a thought I had.
    :)

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  10. *blinks in amazement at how beautiful it is*


    wow that was perfect theres no better word for it simply perfect!

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  11. *taps foot*


    Octa!


    I haz a craving for another poem!


    plz....


    :D

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  12. It... It... *cries* It's so beautiful!

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  13. *stocic 'i will not cry' clap*
    *derpy smile*

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