Having more faith, bigger dreams and designing minds to be happy as we would like them to be. These things aren't impossible. That line we draw in the sand for ourselves that we’re so skeptical of crossing is the only thing that’s holding us back. Our reflection can be our biggest enemy in which we have to overcome.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Silently obsessing over things I can't have.
Silently obsessing over things I want to p-o-s-s-e-s-s.
Anxiously numb.
Anxiously numb.
This is only a temporary tantrum.
Obscene objects mess with the balance beams of direct thoughts.
Hello & Farewell.
Anxiously numb.
Anxiously numb.
This is only a temporary tantrum.
Obscene objects mess with the balance beams of direct thoughts.
Hello & Farewell.
Friday, February 25, 2011
cloudy.
Cloudy brain filled with clotted veins
why doesn't anyone want to dance slow in the rain?
Cotton mouth when there's not much to say
confused and dazed on this cloudy day.
Woke up staring at the ceiling with
tidal waves running throughout my memories.
That soothing rush of pleasure
knocking over scabs that start to fester.
Some unholy war that we're fighting
a bunch of black knights,
loaded with darker hearts, eyes and fist.
And so fighting began with the flick of a wrist.
Cupids were gutted and hung
while enlightened folks lost their tongues.
What was this great cloud that hung above the world?
Are we beneath or above?
Transcending h-u-m-a-n-s -
Look up in the sky, awaiting the multicolored dove to fly by
and then they'll say their last goodbyes.
Will anyone notice?
I doubt self absorbed greedy monkeys will
so that cloudy feeling they'll contiune to feel.
Friday, February 11, 2011
sulking.
I see I must the one that suffers the most within this optical lens.
I see I'm the one always on the outside of the inside jokes.
I see I'm not meant to have anyone or anything.
I see that I'm doomed to myself.
As my birth, my reincarnation shall be alone.
I wish there was someone to walk with as I take this journey
But there is no one to hold my hand. (people tend to let go)
Wait! There is this energy that I can't see or feel but it's there.
Something I must believe in, in order to feel wholesome.
Questionable existence constantly floods my mind.
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