The Art of Emotion

The art of emotion is the sculptor, the painter, the artist who shapes us to be who we are in a certain moment.

It's an artform common to everybody as everyone is unconscious of how they appear before an audience and unaware how powerful emotions are.

I'm not an emo or somethin'.

My emotion speaks as of this moment.

It's the art depicted through my Fade
and that emotion is my sculptor, the painter and the artist of who I am in a while.

Thus, I am an artwork of my emotion.

The Precipice

Off to my life’s great adventure,

Up the emerald mountains ahead,

Beneath those cushions in rapture,

With these air trinkets overhead

I enjoyed wandering with bliss

Then came upon a precipice.

A precipice arousing fear,

Negated by thrill and wonder

The impulse was stirring me, dear

Got me feeling anxious further

I weighed my thoughts for a moment

Little steps soon lured by strong current.

Panicky on this precipice,

My wits advised me to withdraw

I might fall down deep the abyss,

Dead silly from a super flaw

Nothing would catch me so pure

Except a cold, hard ground for sure.

But on it the glow I needed,

On it enough sky I breathe in,

On it I appear real splendid

Yet unknowing of me within

The more I tread close to the edge

The more chances I’m dead to pledge.

Unsure where I’d end up after

It urges me to trust on it

I’m on the edge, its force stronger

And it lures me to jump at it.

My heart sprints, O, will I survive?

A dead line if I wouldn’t dive.

To The Deep Sea Creatures

Amid the time of chance when dreams were known

Detached from home so lost I was in world;

A world where diver I was all alone

On was I for me and not for gold.

In this expanse where miles and miles I dived,

As I submerged too deep the pressure pressed;

And then I got so crushed the more I strived,

So shelter searching was my last for rest.

But on my routes I’d seen the deep creatures

Had sizes of large, medium and the small;

All different in colors and natures,

With various stop and compass and some call.

They beings of the sea resembled me—

They strived and dived and all took chances too,

For life for its completion—all like me

But then success alone I couldn’t do.

Soon drawn by force that I had neared a few;

“From question there had grown a colloquy,

Then bound all psyches and pledged no adieu.”

With this I thanked the Force who bound us we.

As time flew by we got to know us more

Like locks we were that got unbolted quick

Had known our zests for life we made uproar!

And wondered I if I'd be isle and sick.

In harsh expanse where miles and miles we dived,

As we submerged too deep the pressure pressed;

And then we got so squeezed the big we strived,

But sigh’s a great because we’re us at best!

From all the sea of them I’ve known a few—

 A few of them I know that now is us—

It’s them plus I so I become a new—

A me whom I can see if we are us.

Pika-boo!

Do you have a friend? Of course you do.

How about a great friend?

Hmm.

Now that makes you think and consider a little while.

As for me, I got a great friend. Yes. No doubt that I got a great friend. He’s always there. He’s everywhere.

After my sweaty work every day, I immediately come to my room for a rest, lie on my bed and hug him tight. I hug him tight and never let go until I finally feel fine and comforted. He looks back at me as I glance at him and he smiles with his cheerful eyes.  You can never just resist his cute face if you did, too. You may want to pinch his cheeks because it’s reddish and stuffy. Pinch them like a madman, it’s fine. He won’t get mad anyway. It’ OK.

During my sleeping time, I do not consider sleeping hugging my pillows. No perfect pillow can ever replaced him. I repeat, no perfect pillow can EVER replaced him. Pillows are made plainly for the body. But this great friend of mine isn’t. There’s heart in it. Everytime I close my eyes, I can feel his heart beating. So I have my heart for him, too.

And have you ever felt like an astronaut so lonely in this whole universe?

Sure, you did. As for me, when I’m alone in the dark. When no one understands me. When the world is against me. When nobody remains there for me. When I’m wide awake troubled in the middle of the night, my great friend stays by my side, unchanged since that very first day I got him way back 5 years.

And everytime I’m free, doing my art, music, journal or anything  I wanted in my room, he’s always there to support while smiling back at me, his eyes, positive. Reminiscing too many things that has happened for the past five years, I can’t help but cry every time I remember the darkest times I had. Yet I smile when I remember that I was hugging so tight my great friend radiating off his love to relieve me. I’m glad that God had given me a great friend.

But unfortunately, we can never have each other forever. Forever is just a word. It does not happen in real life. As I get old, he gets old too. I think about crying everytime I think about this. What if he’s gone? Who will be there for me? And on the other hand, if I did, who will be there for him? I don’t want him abandoned. He’s more than what people can think of him. He’s got little things too big to me.

I’m in my room now, hugging him tight, getting teary. And do you perhaps know Toy Story?

While Andy’s got Woody, I got somebody. And I will never ever throw nor give him away to anybody. NEVER. I will always be by his side like what he does for me until I’d give in my last breath one day sincerely.

But seriously, my great friend is not human. My great friend is man-made. I got a Pokemon, a Pikachu stuff toy.

Whoah. Is it possible to have a great non-living friend?

Yes.

Read our story all over again. :)

Into the Light

Some time ago, when Mother Earth was younger, peaceful, simple and quite well, a great volcano suddenly erupted in the central region of Bushinawa. Subsequently, spouted thick volcanic ashes got suspended in air and meanwhile covered 4, 000 square kilometers of land making it impossible to see the heavens even if it was daylight.

The placid-natured natives of Bushinawa began to have chaos when their sovereign did not know what to do about it. Soon, everybody tumbled over everywhere from saving matters and from hiding and running disorderly. Then, when Darkness had already consumed them completely, Death began to digest souls as the massive Lava hurriedly chased people and liquefied all bodies caught. It was extremely hot. It was totally dim. It was speechlessly hopeless. It was surely Hell.

Some inhabitants, seeing completely the picture had given up their lives easily, not thinking, not fighting. In the end they got nothing. They all got perished.

However, there were Shenjie and his father, worn out but desperately dashing in one direction for escape. Shenjie frequently looked back to check on the others and his mother and the fast-paced Lava approaching. And then, he fell over tripping on a rock and cried. “Father… I can’t…” he coughed and said. “Just run, Shenjie, run!” His father’s command helped him got back to his feet so he continued running again.

But dashing just about meters after falling, Shenjie fell again and started breathing in some air wildly. “Father… we will die … too… why … do we… still… have to run… like crazy?”

“Shenjie, just get up and don’t give up.” The father firmly said. His eyes were serious.

“But … father…” Shenjie argued.

In a flash, his father had decided to carry him onto his back and resumed running, slower this time, but full of hope.

“Father,” Shenjie coughed, “What about mother?”

“She’s gone.”

“But what if…?” Shenjie was insistent.

“Stop it, Shenjie! I’ve got to show you something.” His voice sounded firm again.

“What is it father?”

“Surprise. I want to see it yourself, but first, we’ve got to run.”

Shenjie thought about it for a while then said OK.

The father and son seemed to run forever. But who knew that forever had an ending?

After some time, they there were, getting lit up by the sun… getting farther from the Darkness and the Death that’s in it.

“We’re close now, Shenjie. You can now see it.” said his father gladly, proudly.

When they finally got there, Shenjie’s father dropped him off badly and fell over. Shenjie was supposed to complain about the hurt but then…

“Father…?”

His father was breathing in wildly. Then, the breathing became slower… and slower... until it returned to normal.

Subsequently, perceiving the sunshine flashing on his back, Shenjie turned around and saw everything.

“This is it, Shenjie.” said his father.

They were now at the end of Hell, on a slope, and the land stretching stunningly on a seem-to-be infinite space; visible.

Full of wonder and eye-opened, Shenjie asked, “What is this father?”

“Shenjie, it’s a new LIFE.”