Saturday, December 31, 2011

Reflections on 2011 and New Year Resolutions: 2012

Neil Gaiman posts this every new year, so I will continue with that tradition as well, since I posted it exactly last year too! Here's what he has to say, "May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself." 

I don't even remember how this year started, but I'm remembering how this one is ending because as I said in a few posts a lot has happened in the last few months of 2011. It is taking me great courage to talk to you in these next few weeks, but I know that if I write out my feelings, my thoughts, and everything else (good or bad), it will not only help you understand but also help me. 

So, with this new year, I have some new and old resolutions. I followed a few of my resolutions last year, but toward the middle had lost track of them, so I'm deciding to not only type them out here, but I am going to physically write them out and post them in my room. Here they are:

1. Stay connected. Vague, but it holds a lot of meaning to me. I want to stay connected with those I have lost connections with. I know those connections with my friends, family, and even dreams are still there. So, I have to grab hold of those ropes and hold them tight. I'm going to try my best this time around. Usually, I get sidetracked or hit with a mountain of chaos, but this time I'm reminding myself everyday why I have the people around me. It's because I love them and they love me. 

2. Write more, read more, be more. Not necessarily in that order. I want to always surpass my expectations. This year I did read a lot, but I know that I can always fit time in my schedule to read more books. I have a problem with buying a lot of books and still have plenty to read on my bookshelf. But some people don't understand that I like to digest what I read and that there is a time and place for every book in my life. When I need inspiration, I turn to Gaiman. When I need an adventure, I turn to manga or comics. When I need a thrill, I walk on over to Stephen King's universe. As for writing, I've been really working on my poetry and it has open my eyes to a different way of looking and feeling to the world, but I want to return to the stories and characters that I once loved. As for being more, I want to always shoot to be the best at what I do, so I'm going to try and be actively involved in something--I don't know what yet--but something! Neil Gaiman told me to surprise myself in the future, so that's what I'm going to do!

3. Stay healthy. I'm not going to lie to you, dear readers, but I have gained some weight over the last months. Not too much though! I gained just a few pounds over the winter break because I didn't want to workout too much and needed some relaxation. However, it's back on the treadmill and bike for me! Boy, the gyms are going to be packed because this resolution tends to be a popular one among people here in California!

4. I've learned to be independent over this year, but I believe that's really impossible to be independent. We need everyone to do something. To get a job, we need someone to hire us. To eat, we need someone to serve us or we need someone to buy from. So, in my mind, there is no such thing as independence, because we are social creatures and can't afford to or can't be alone. 

5. Learn. This is called the Student Writer's Mind, because one will always be a student. Even though I'm a student now, we are all still students, regardless of a classroom or not. We learn things everyday. I want to be able to continue on learning new things and my friends, family, and anyone new will help me along the way. 

If you have any New Year Resolutions that you want to share, I would love to hear them.  I wish you, dear readers, the best year possible as always! :3

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

A Mental Snack (62): Tragedy

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"Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? ~ Jonathan Safran Foer, Extermely Loud and Incredibly Close

Have you ever been struck by a tragedy? How did you react and what happened? How are you dealing with it today?

Monday, December 26, 2011

Christmas Time

In observation of Christmas, the blog will resume back on Wednesday with a Mental Snack. Thank you! :3 So, Merry Christmas to you all and I hope you all are having fun with your family and friends!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

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"With writing, we have second chances." ~ Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

What does writing mean to you? What do you think Foer means by writing gives us second chances? 

Monday, December 19, 2011

Stitching the Pieces

Dreams flourish. Dreams grow. Dreams happen. Dreams die.

Everyone knows what a dream is, but can’t explain it. Dreams sound like plants. Dreams can be compared to balloons holding our thoughts and waiting to explode. Dreams sound human. Dreams are human and are the closest thing to being human. They are things that makes us, us.

I have dreams just like you. That’s why this blog was created. That’s why this is being written. I have suffered many tragedies in my life since I was born and many these past few months, but who hasn’t. What makes my story different? What makes me so different or so special? These endless questions have always bothered me to the point of sleepless nights and waking nightmares.

I had the dream to be a writer. I still do. But, I haven’t written anything in a while and I’m being honest. You, dear reader, probably noticed that these posts became less and less frequent. I began looking at writing less as fun and more as a task. I rushed into the chaos of college life dealing with problems in school, family, friends, finances, etc. And writing used to be my escape from my problems, but back then I viewed it just as another thing added to the list and it was taking too much of my time.

I’m trying to stitch everything back together in my life, but it is difficult when there are this many broken pieces, in so many different places. It feels like I’m trying to put back together three different puzzles that are all in the same pile. I’ve changed and have gained more responsibilities also, but that won’t deter me away this time. There are more people in my life, more that have distanced themselves, and I will tell you about them. The real and fictional.

Now, where did my writing go?

Did my dreams of becoming a writer die? Did my dreams get lost among all the crap being thrown at me? Are they gone forever?


I’m writing again. I’m writing this.

But the most important thing is: I’m trying again. Looking for “it” again. Please bare with me. You’ve been here for a while and the fact that you’re reading this brings me great joy. I’m going to start writing again. Let me to tell you my story and the story of a few others, because I’ve left you in the dark for some time and I’m sorry for that. I’ve brought a new light and an old dream. Lend me your ears.

I have to tell you about this blank year on the blog and all that’s gone on. Welcome to the Student Writer’s Mind, again.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

A Mental Snack (60)

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"So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them." ~ Stephen Chbosky

Do you believe in Destiny? Would you say that the only constant in life is change? What is your current path or something you want to do with your life? And how was it forged?

Song: "Perfect Situation" by Weezer

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Monday, July 4, 2011

The Fourth of July

There will be no post today in honor of the Fourth of July. Happy Independence Day, everyone!!! Watch out for where you stick those fireworks! :3

Saturday, July 2, 2011

"Convenience Stores" by Buddy Wakefield

I just watched this video on a friend's facebook wall and had to share it. It's a spoken word about a truck driver, a gas station convenience store worker, and how their lives are alike. I think this video deserves a post for itself. It amazes me at some of the metaphors and similes Buddy Wakefield uses in his poetry. Try to take a gander at this video and if you want, write out your thoughts in the comment section. Thank you!

Spoken Word: Convenience Stores by Buddy Wakefield
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Song of the Day: "Paris Nights/ New York Mornings" by Corinne Bailey Rae
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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

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"The first time someone shows you who they are, believe them." ~ Maya Angelou

What's your opinion on first impressions? Does your first impression of a person always stick or does it change as you get to know the person?

Song: "Iron" by Woodkid

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Monday, June 27, 2011

Performing "19" at the Uncultivated Rabbits Open-Mic

Here's a video of me performing "19" at the Uncultivated Rabbits final open-mic of the year. It was held outside because we couldn't fit our audience in the tiny little Ring Room that we usually acquire for open-mics. Yeah, it was that big of a crowd. Over a hundred people showed up! Enjoy! :)

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Song: "Never Gonna Leave This Bed" by Maroon 5

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Saturday, June 25, 2011

19: A Spoken Word Piece

(This poem was performed at the last open mic for Uncultivated Rabbits, at the Sierra Banquet, and Delta Sigma Talent Show.)

This poem is about the man on the microphone,
Who spits and admits that he has no home
Except in those buildings that he creates in people’s minds
Tension as the sweat drips from his forehead onto the wooden floors of his stage,
Which he has graced with not only his presence but his stories,
Standing tall as the mic absorbs all that he speaks
And he whispers to the people who listen to why he doesn’t have a place to stay.

I do not have a physical home,
I am a tenant in people’s hearts and souls
My vehicle into getting inside is this thing that stands before me—
This microphone
Which phones people’s psyches
My voice rides into people’s ears on sound waves
Splashes them with my thoughts, stories, and opinions
Can you hear them?
Telling you something that you  always wanted to hear
Or needed to hear
But couldn’t find it anywhere else.
I want to tell you some things that I’ve learned from only living nineteen years,
You probably know some or all, but it doesn’t hurt to remember again.

One.  Every time a person is born in this universe, a star is born in the sky. And when that person dies, the star still survives and that’s where their soul goes. Living in the night sky and watching those people that he or she remembered while they are living.

Two. Love can never be defined. Liking someone is not really love, it’s just a crush, infatuation, or obsession. At least, that’s how I’ve learned to see it. But seeing isn’t the same thing as defining.

Three. Hate shouldn’t exist, but it does.  And it consumes some people.  Don’t let it eat you and turn your insides as black as a furnace.

Four. I’m not a poet. I’m not God. I’m not even a man yet. I’m just a boy.

Five. Don’t let time stop you from anything even though you feel as though you are trapped in that hourglass that’s filling up with sand. Make time, for your friends by hanging out with them and having a few drinks and a couple of laughs. Put some things aside for your family, because they were the people who were closest to you first and cared for you the second you were conceived.

Six. Remember you are human.

Seven. Luckiest number of them all. And how many wishes did we make together? How many wishes actually came true? On genies, fairy godparents, lit birthday candles, eleven-eleven’s, and prayers. How many times did we wish we can go back home again? Go back to a time we had before. A time machine to revisit our happiest of memories, but knowing that we were trapped in the present and the clock’s hands seemed to grab us and never ever could let us go.

Eight. It’s never too late to right a wrong. Forgiving is difficult. Sorry is just one of those words that you can’t help but say, but make it count with your actions.

Nine. They say that three hugs a day makes a happier person. Hug someone as much as you can and never let go. Imagine how many times you wished someone back alive just to feel their touch again. Embrace those that are still there, while they are still there. You don’t have to limit yourself to hugs either. Hug. Kiss. Hold hands. Put your head on their shoulders and let their heads rest on yours.

Ten. Writing is not easy when you strip yourself in front of an audience that watches you, judges you, for what you say. So,

Eleven. Take criticism as long as it’s constructive. Know that some people will just criticize for the sake of criticizing.

Twelve. Believe in yourself.

Thirteen. Believe in yourself even more. It has to be repeated to really sink into that mind of yours.

Fourteen. Don’t let the media be the thing that creates what is successful and what is not. You don’t need six-pack abs, a tan, to be skinny, wear certain clothes, to be a lawyer, doctor, or engineer, to be successful.

Fifteen. My definition of success is happiness. So, smile for me and I’ll know you’re doing something right.

Sixteen. As these years go by and the going gets tough, learn to wipe the dirt off your knees like when you were a baby and learning how to crawl before you knew how to walk. If you fall, just get up. Easier said than done and actions speak louder than words, so scream out your actions as you do them.

Seventeen. You will get lost. Guaranteed once, but it doesn’t have to be a lifetime guarantee. So, find your way out by yourself or with the help of others. Never be shy to snatch that other person’s hand. There is a reason why it’s there.

Eighteen. Know that being sensitive, doesn’t mean you are weak.

Nineteen. The number of years that it took for me to know most of this, but I still have a lot to go. An endless road, a path, a journey, where the destination doesn’t matter and only that I’m happy. So, now I’ll take a deep breath, breathe, and believe.

I look back and notice all those homes that I built along the way
Inside of people’s hearts,
And how I became a part of them
By putting myself out there
And walking on these streets for years,
I’ve learned to do all of this, share my stories, and even though those are the things that I passed,
I still look back
And grin
Knowing what I have accomplished and take another step forward, into another year.”

The man on the microphone walks off stage,
But his story, his rhymes, his words still remain.

Song: "The Best of Times" by Sage Francis

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Mental Snack (58)

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"Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are." ~ Markus Zusak

What defines beauty for you? Who are some of the beautiful people in your lives?

Song: "Closer" by Corinne Bailey Rae

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Monday, June 20, 2011

The Return

I’m back.

A lot has changed since the last time you probably saw me (or heard from me, in this case). I’ve changed physically, mentally, emotionally, and any other way possible. But I think I’ve told you all before, change is the only constant in life, right?

I have been through a lot of things and a few personal battles within myself. It took me a lot of courage to start writing again, so sorry if I’m a bit rusty. I’m trying to pick up the pen again and write those stories, but it’s going to take some time. I’ve been writing in my journal though, but that doesn’t really count as creative writing in my mind. I’m just cataloging the events that go on in my life every few days, so I don’t forget what happened. Little by little, one word at a time, I’ll write my stories down.

I’ve crossed over—in a fraternity, that is! It’s a brand, spankin’ new fraternity on the Irvine campus known as Delta Sigma and I pledged for ten weeks. I wanted to try something new and branch out from Sierra, because I knew that my hall was soon going to disperse. I took the advice of several Sierran alumni and chose to branch out by pledging to this multicultural fraternity. It’s different from the party fraternities that you see on television and it’s not Greek. D-Sig is a co-ed and doesn’t have a “little” system like other fraternities, but a family system. We’ve done several fun events like tight-rope walking, a retreat to San Pedro, and salsa dancing. I’ve made new friends and hope to be a bigger part of Delta Sigma in the near future.

(Picture of Delta Sigma taken by Steve Nasser) 

Because of Delta Sigma, I’ve also have a new girlfriend as well. She is beautiful, smart, funny, cute, adorable, wise, and this big bundle of joy that you just want to take home with you. I wrote several poems about her and she has become my muse. She’s one of the people that helps me write this today.

School, school, school. A big part of my life, especially since I was living on campus. The Sierra class of 2010-2011 has been dispersed all throughout campus. Some have remained behind as S.P.’s (Sierra Programmers) and others have gone to do better things, but still keep in contact with everyone else.  A new batch of Sierrans are going to come in the fall and we’ll all meet up again, as many of us as we can muster, to greet the new Sierrans and tell them all the good times we had in the hall. Sierra lives on in all our hearts and memories, even though we don’t live physically in the building anymore. 

(Picture of Sierra taken by Alex Kim)

Also, my grades have kind of suffered though because of this quarter. I’ve had trouble keeping up with some of the more difficult classes and am now pursuing a second major in Psychology and Social Behavior along with my English degree. It’s become tough to juggle classes, social life, and my health but I’m going to pull myself out of this rut someway, somehow!

Speaking of health, I need to get back into shape. I’ve remained the same weight, but I want to lose some more chub-chub, gain a few muscles, and try to tone my body. So, I’ll be working on that as well this summer.

Besides all of this, I want to add a new addition to the blog. After every post, I’m going to post a video of a song from Youtube that I really enjoy. Music has always been a part of our lives since we’ve been born, especially to me, since I’ve been in college. Hearing a sweet voice at times, that knows how you feel at that very same moment, singing in those headphones, has really helped me throughout the year. So, I want to post a video after every piece now to share some of my favorite songs with you, my dear readers. Let me know your favorites by that same artist or bands that are similar. Maybe we can discuss topics about lyrics or beats and start a conversation going?

Lastly, I would like to thank all those who have stuck by me for this hiatus and didn’t leave me behind. So, thank you friends, family, followers, and everyone else. I love you all and I thank you for the support. It’s good to be back! :3

Song of the Day: "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel "IZ" Kamakawiwo'ole

Monday, April 18, 2011


I've been going through some personal problems and the level of stress right now it's reaching it's peak. I have decided that for right now, I need to go on a bit of a hiatus with my posts. I'm sorry and I hope you understand. Thank you.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Concrete Streets Performance

Here's my performance of Concrete Streets at an event at UCI with Nghiem, the vice president of the Uncultivated Rabbits, which was before a Blue Scholars concert on campus. Let me know what you think!


Wednesday, April 13, 2011

A Mental Snack (57)

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"Dare to step out of your comfort zone today." ~ Joel Olsteen

What's one time you stepped out of your comfort zone, good or bad?

Monday, April 11, 2011

Boogeyman: A Spoken Word Piece

(This is a small piece I wrote for Take Back the Night on campus, but since I didn't get a time slot with the Uncultivated Rabbits for the event, I'll just share the piece on here. It relates the men, who sexually assault women, to the boogeyman.)

Let me tell you something that you would've never guessed,
The boogeyman exists
Just as much as shadows
He crawls up behind you
Wearing human skin
Has sincere eyes but they are placed in his skull to shine like jewels to deceive because they are fake.
He tricks women into falling into bed with him
You think there is nothing up his sleeves
He hypnotizes and stuns them with fear
He has these long hands that are as cold as the dead’s
He whispers the things girls love to hear but they all mean nothing to him
He steals more than their hearts
He burglarizes their bodies
Taking away their passion, their feelings, and leaving them with nothing
Except in the dark and wanting to go back home or time way before they ever saw the beast.

The boogeyman exists,
He lives even after he disappears
Inside your head
Infecting your mind
Repeating those memories, those nightmares, and that night,
He is a monster come to life--
And you begin to see him everywhere
Across the streets or behind you in the mirror
There waiting for another round
Smiling and licking his mouth
Can’t help but try and forget that night and the sounds of screams
And the powerful wishing for it to stop,
And how everything went all wrong.
Breathing is heavier than it ever was before,
Lungs feel like they are about to explode like dynamite inside,
Your mind swallows all that has just occurred
Because you just saw a real-life monster.

The boogeyman exists
But now instead of living in the outside world
He takes residence inside of you
And will forever be there until you vanquish him
Like the way you did when you were a little kid
By taking it one step at a time
Hiding underneath the blankets won’t protect you this time
Turning on the lights might help,
But the only real way to stop him
The only real way of keeping him away
Is to beat him at his own game,
Make him frightened of you
By being stronger than him
You have to stop hiding underneath those sheets
Have to stop wishing
And start doing
By becoming stronger and fighting off the monster
Admit you were defeated once,
But know that you will thrive again
Like a blossoming flower against the snow, the wind, and everything else
You will eventually bloom
You will outstand all those others
By speaking your mind
By letting go of the monster on your back
In your mind and in your eyes,
All it takes is to move your lips, breathe, and speak
Tell others your stories
Warn them of the boogeyman
Because he exists,
But not underneath the bed or in your closet anymore
He lives on the streets
Disguised as us,
Real human beings.

Who is the boogeyman for you?

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Untitled: Cute, Innocent Love Poem

(Lately, I haven't been one for cute, lovey-dovey poems or just love in general because I'm still trying to figure out what that means, but here's one from a while back that I wrote about some random girl that I met and had a few good times with.)

I want to write a love poem for you,
But I don’t think every word in this language and every language in the world is enough
To describe how much I really like you.

How about a picture then,
They say a picture is a thousand words,
But to describe you for what you really are,
For who you truly are,
I would have to take a billion of a million pictures with a trillion photographers and painters,
Just to describe one side of you
And for those of you wondering,
That’s a lot of zeros.

But I’m not good at painting or photography,
So I have to stick with just words for right now
And might as well start with those words that I know
And I’ll start with English,
Move my way into Armenian,
Learn all the romantic tongues
And work my way down to the dead languages, like Latin
So, here it goes—

Your eyes are gentle and are like dark lakes that have a glimmer of light as if the moon was reflecting in the darkest of night,
Your eyes seem like that they can pull anyone in and they ripple every time you see a familiar friend,
They shake and you open the door to your soul whenever you have your eyes meet someone else’s
You invite them into your mind.
You took me in one time—
But I never got out.

You know how to write, you know how to paint, you create music for everyone to hear
You want to make a noise
So people can hear you,
But you don’t like all the attention
Because you’re shy
And I find it funny every time
That you burst out into laughter
And turn as red as the beautiful rose that you are,
And the way that you crinkle your nose
When you think something is up between the two of us,
Especially on my side
Because you know I always want to surprise you with something new.

And I love how you stand up
And always want to try something new
Like really exciting and spontaneous things that actually kind of scare me,
But it’s okay as long as I’m with you,
But do we really have to go bungee jumping or wave riding?
Sky diving is cool with me as long as I can share my parachute with you.
And you know how to listen,
Your ears point up as soon as you hear a voice
You take all their words into memory
Imagine the stories that they are telling you
Give them advice and make them find their way again through the dark
All they have to see are those glimmering whites in your black eyes
And they’ll find their way out of the shadows
Because your eyes are like lanterns.

Your hands are not soft, but rough
From all those battle-scars you hold,
And when they grasp mine they are warm
But I didn’t mind holding them
And dancing with you.
Oh, and dancing,
That’s another thing you just so happen to be good at too,
So passionate that even though the guy is supposed to lead,
You started to lead me,
I was about to do some twirls and spins,
But you stopped me with a smile
And said that you will follow me.

You think you are weird,
But I think that we are all a little bit kooky on the inside,
I’m especially crazy around you
But that’s just my normal self,
Because I know that I can trust you enough to see the real me.

And we do have those endless talks,
But they are always about something new
And something deep to think about,
And sometimes I end up running my mouth
But I love how I got to know you
And you got to know me
And yet there is still that hint of mystery behind each of our histories,
But there is still time
To figure out all the pieces of each other and
All the secrets between us
So just give it more time.

Every time I’m around you I’m nervous,
And after all of this,
I still haven’t admitted a single word
Of how much I really want us to date,
How much I want us to be together,
But right now, let’s just keep it like this,
Because I don’t want to screw anything up,
But yeah, this is only the first part of the story
And I have a few more languages to continue it in,
So now, onto Armenian!

What is love to you? It can be a symbol, action, sign, something that happened in your life, anything.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

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"The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world. You can change the way people live their lives. That's the only lasting thing you can create." Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

What do you think is immortal? What is something you've done that you think will last a very long time, whether it is an action, piece of art, etc?

Monday, April 4, 2011

Concrete Streets: Spoken Word

“What do you believe?”
A girl asked me
One time
In a moment of my life
When most of my beliefs disappeared like the way the dust disperses in the wind
And I didn’t know how to respond or answer
So, I hesitated and gave myself some time to think about the question by asking her what it was that she meant,
And she said to answer the question as I see fit,
“So, what do you believe in, Stitch?”

I thought of a lot of things while I stared at my own two feet
I told her that I believed in concrete streets
Things that I can touch and that I can see,
Things like human beings and their capabilities
To do both good and bad
I believe in the angels that live on these streets,
Because angels are people like you and me,
They don’t live in the sky,
They live and they die,
Perform miracles almost every day
By smiling and saying the right thing to the right person and giving a hug when it’s needed.
They take their time and make it someone else’s
Sacrifice themselves but not for God but for you and I,
And they don’t have wings or halos that we can see,
Their wings are not made out of feathers but out of the hands behind their backs from all those people that they helped and touched,
Those hands are things that lift them up
Higher than the sky,
And they fly into people’s memories and swim through people’s minds,
Where they can live forever,
See those hands on their backs are the things that make them more divine,
They have the support of all those that they never left behind,
Their halos are bigger than their heads and it is the circle of people in their lives that encompass them,
These angels are greater than you ever imagined.
And the more that you believe, the more you begin to see what their halos and wings look like and what makes them so divine and so different from you and I.

And then I told her, “You know there’s a chance that we can become street angels too,
All we have to do is smile and press our own hands against people’s backs
Help support them and become their crutch when they need us,
Do things like offer our place in line or sacrifice our time to help others,”
But the girl stopped me there,
Shook her head and said,
“What about the devils of the streets?”

And I told her that just as much as angels exist, devils do too,
They live to kill and to destroy all those things that human beings and street angels create,
They rather solve problems with violence and guns,
Rather sacrifice others than themselves,
And their horns are made from all those bones that they broke,
And their tongues are cut into two from all those lies that that they spoke,
Their tails are those chains that they carry in the back of their pockets that don’t hold wallets but are used to choke people’s throats,
Their eyes are bloodshot and yellow from all those injections that they took filling themselves with all sorts of drugs that cloud their minds and make them think they are flying when they are not,
Their skin is the color of red painted by all the blood that they spread on those very same streets that they live in,
They call themselves kings and sit on make believe thrones,
But if you live there, it really isn’t a place you can call home,
But a nightmarish hell even the devil wouldn’t want.

And then the girl asked me,
“Who will win between the two?”
I told her that it isn’t a competition or a game,
Because people’s lives are at stake,
And just as much as angels can live and die,
Devils aren’t immortal-
They make mistakes and they can fall,
Everyone sheds blood and tears
And they all know the true meaning of fear,
They know how to feel, how to love, and how to hate
They just strayed down the wrong path and it’s never too late, because they can always come back from where they are
And switch sides as soon as they want,
Because they have that choice
To start building those wings made out of hands
And break off those horns and make them into halos,
Sew that tongue of two with a thread of truth,
Wash off the blood that colors their skin
And break those chains of punishment.

The girl stopped me again,
And asked me, “Can street angels become devils too?”
I sighed and said it works for both sides.
And that she just needs to realize what’s right.
Maybe not until we die
And maybe a few more generations later
When they all see how much of the streets actually bled
And see how many bodies were lined in chalk,
How many of their friends would actually fall,
How many graves they would count until it even outnumbered the stars
And wishing that they would’ve done something sooner,
And then, only then, they will notice it all,
They will notice their horns and their tails,
They will notice their wings and halos,
They will put their differences aside
And make it a fight
But not against each other or one another
But fixing what they had done and start cleaning up those streets
At least, that’s what I believe.

I believe that the only things immortal are those streets and its history,
I believe that angels and devils can coexist,
But they have to understand each other’s differences
And comprehend that they can all do right and all do wrong
I believe that we need to stop all the fighting and crying
I believe that we need to stand tall like those street lights that illuminate these streets at night,
Rise up against all the hate and discrimination across the streets of the nation
And build a better future for tomorrow
By starting today.
I believe in sharing these beliefs not between you and me
But with the entire world
And that’s what I believe.
And I also believe that you, you can share this story too
So start singing, whispering, talking, laughing, and screaming in the streets for what you believe in.
Because, I believe in peace.”

What do you believe?