We are proved wrong
Time and time again
of what we think is correct .
There is limit to the expansion
of our minds dimension
We do not have knowledge out of box
We keep ourself in
We learn the only the lesson life teaches us
but the lessons do not end there
The life doesn't halts there
Many mysteries still remain unsolved
and the world moves on
Once in a while , a new discovery is made
previous theories do not hold the same weight
and it shocks you awake ,in a process of change
and the world moves on ahead
Defining everything anew
to understand the rights and wrongs
I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow
You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else
Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.
Oh, how we practiced our rehearsals and rehearsed
Our every line. We studied every night,
Your skin molding into mine, so painful, so bright
All things leading to this final fight.
I kept you, a petal, too long in these letters
Stain touch every poem and my words act as the fetters
And I begged and I cried
But the show must go on.
Cut to our scene. Hear my breath low and heavy.
Your hands on my neck, your voice low and steady.
Now, the audience are waiting, held high in suspense
And my tears are forming from your sticky breath
And the curtains are falling, try remember your lines
But when the curtains fall open
I'm the only one left behind.
How does it feel?
A new feeling has taken over.
You've been reborn in a way,
feeling like you've left to a different city.
Did you do it? Did you succeed in
leaving your troubles back home?
Do you now have something you didn't?
A rhythm that you've never had before?
That "home" has always been a mindset
that kept me trapped in my own head.
It gets the best of us,
but I couldn't tell you how change is
even if my life depended on it.
I'll stay inside this shelter
built to mask my sinful life
but what you speak of,
it sounds like heaven on terrible earth.
I have to be the one to deliver the bad news,
I don't know a thing about that.
These different words talk of a beautiful change
but it's only really beautiful if it happens.
The outlook is bleak.
My compilation of confusion
I don’t know anything anymore,
I’ve lost myself in a life filled with faces,
I’m all around the place….
My heart is hidden, my soul is crushed and my eyes are closed,
My mind is confused of all these unknown feelings and wanting’s…
Who am I? What do I do? Who are you? Do I love you?
I don’t even know if I like you… let alone myself.
I’m lost in a place filled with time,
Just too little of it
I only see the obstacles and not the opportunities…
I feel like a failure, how can I achieve anything?
You can achieve, but I can’t
Too afraid to try, too afraid to fly, too afraid to live,
At the same time afraid to die,
What does this mean?
Nothing makes sense,
We people just walk around here doing what society tells us to do,
I don’t feel happiness, I only feel emptiness and anger
Where is the justice? Little kids are starving and dying,
While we starve to be beautiful
Looks are everything, brains mean nothing
You dress to impress, not to be warm
Sometimes I wish everything could change,
I don’t know to what,
But to something else,
Why make things so complicated…
Don’t we have the resources to help?
The resources to change the ways of the world,
What society finds important,
And how people interact?
I just give up, like I always do,
Give up on everything and myself,
But most of all…
I just give up on mankind.
Have you ever had that feeling of being inadequate?
Feeling like nothing is ever going to change? Same old, same old.
You want things to change, but they never do.
It makes you sicker and sicker for each passing minute.
That's exactly how I feel, and how do you keep you hopes up, your mood or anything for that matter?
Of course there is a lot to be grateful for, but when you are feeling so down, so hopeless, so alone and like such a failure... it's hard to appreciate anything at all.
It's all my faulth, because there is so much more I can do.
I just feel like I don't have the energy, guts or confidence to try, and feeling like that only backfires on me.
How do I get the strength to be who I am, do what I want and live as I lust, in a world that tells us who we should be, how we should look, how we should think and tells us how we should live?
People who are able to do that, are one of the courageous people in the world.
We're lucky enough to be able to live as good as we do, and then we make stress for ourselves on things that don't really matter.
You have to do this or that to look pretty and stay young as long as possible.
We create needs that weren't even there to begin with.
We make them life essentials, when they're really far from it.
It's a fucked up world that kills the freespirited mind and makes us all live in cages.
Cages where everything is already decided, and if you don't measure up, then you fail as a humanbeing.
The truth is you fail more following the norm. You fail more not following you heart.
You fail more not seeing the world as it is, and doing what you can to make a difference.
You fail yourself being a coward. You fail your life. You fail the world.
If you really feel like a failure, reflect upon how you are living your life and analyze if you are living for you, or for those who want to hold you captive...
The minute you stop just blindly following the crowd, is the minute you stop failing and start succeeding.
I want to make a difference;
Not in the lives of many but in the life of one.
I want to change somebody so deeply
That they’d like to change somebody too.
I wan’t to love somebody so fully and so genuinely
That one day somebody I’ve never met-
From all the way across the world will have experienced my love.
That’s the kind of person I strive to be.
I don’t need to change the world,
I just need to change one persons world
And that will be enough for me
When we went to university,
There still was a you and me.
Then autumn came.
Nothing ever stays the same.
All I can think about is how
I never deserved you at all.
The care for you should not have followed
The surplus of pills I swallowed.
It’s my fault…
My heart tends to sink,
When those autumn leaves fall.