Yesterday, you were once a child
Who was innocent and mild
Your genuine smile was a sign of happiness
And every act you did had a touch of gentleness
Your room had everything you were after
And the outside world didn't ever matter
You knew completely where you belong
And it seemed like nothing could go wrong
Today, you have to accept that you have grown up
Must know when to speak and when to shut up
Smile if you should, whether you mean it or not
And when life knocks you out, just take another shot
Realize that your room was just a tiny box
It was never the reality full of cottons and rocks
Lucky if you find your place in this world so strange
And if not, it will always be you who will have to change
Tomorrow, it may not be of value who you were yesterday
Should have to make a stand, no matter what others will say
But there will always be an exception to every rule
Wisely choose your beliefs so as to avoid creating a fool
However, if a circumstance dictates that fooling yourself is a must
Then cope with it and gain yourself a trust
Besides, change being inevitable means everything can vanish
But still, leave a mark at least, which your ascendants will cherish
slow escalation
of tension
unhappy mediums
avoidance
lines
almost crossed
pulling back
pushing boundaries
running away
heightened
a w a r e n e s s
of every flaw
imperfections
I saw it coming
felt it rise
tried
and failed
to turn the tide
I could not
prevent
the inevitable
crash
I stand on the edge,
the drop so long
that I can't see the bottom.
All I can see is
nothing.
No mist, no darkness, just
nothing.
I know I have to jump
but I am afraid.
Will I land gently?
Or will I be bruised and broken?
The nothing holds no answers,
no comfort.
And I know I have to jump.
The nothing looms,
waiting for the inevitable moment
when knowledge becomes action.
I stand on the edge,
the drop so long
that I can't see the bottom.
All I can see is
nothing.
No mist, no darkness, just
nothing.
I know I have to jump
but I am afraid.
Will I land gently?
Or will I be bruised and broken?
The nothing holds no answers,
no comfort.
And I know I have to jump.
The nothing looms,
waiting for the inevitable moment
when knowledge becomes action.
Hope is dangerous
When you have hope
Disappointment is inevitable.
An unavoidable
Unfortunate
Truth.
If you remain
Hopeless
You remain
In control
Of your emotions.
Hope
Destroys your ability
To be happy
If you don't get your hopes up
Nothing, and no one can let you down
We know this crowd will hate us.
Yet we know this is our sound.
A sound for gods and daughters,
nuclear bombs, and hatred brothers.
We will endure incoming roses,
because this world is inevitable.
Our future is non existent,
and even this can’t be original.
This circus will start now,
and despite you thought you've stopped me.
Girl, you will never understand this,
i will not cease, my precious darling.
may twenty-third
nobody remembered
nobody bothered to notice
a birthday without bliss
unlit numbers of candles
i'm fine it's not that i can't handle
inevitable
yet unendurable
popped balloons
within the soul of a dark cold room
laughs giggles shouts
greetings from all the way throughout
but not a single hi or hello
not a single birthday greeting though
"you die a day near your birthday"
each legends always say
and that's what i look forward to every may
it's still may twenty-third
and if it wasn't me someone might've cared
-djs
we have become
misread glances
silent arguments
over analyzed messages
inevitable encounters and
bitter reminiscence
I guess
you and I will always be
unfinished business
The Aces check their sleeves,
Hearts rippling across the breeze.
The Queen arises
Slowly,
Torn dress ripped at the knees.
The Jack saw his fill
And quickly took his leave.
Stood trembling in a doorway,
Mind struggling to believe...
The King was an alcoholic,
It was widely known to be so,
Each eve he would sit solemn,
Wine in hand and sword on show,
Clapping to the Jokers' japes
As he danced and sang
About love and fate.
But how was the King to know?
Not two rooms away
His wife had lain,
With a smile and a spade.
Creating a cuckold and a fool...
The Jack had had enough
And promptly marched
Into his room.
Armed with only knowledge,
To unleash the inevitable typhoon.
The winds will rise,
This house shall succumb,
Imploding inwards
Till the house is done.
And all that remains
Among ash and decay,
Broken hearts and broken spades,
Is the Jokers last laugh.
A mockingbirds call as daylight fades.
3.30
A countdown to another countdown
4-6 hours
13 floors.
A riddle
to solve
so
little time
Time.
The more we think
The more we find
it leads
to
a
countdown
Im just going round and round
avoiding everything
because time
reveals
as
it
ticks away
A second at a time
It may seem fast
or
slow
but its steady
Steadily gaining on us
and robbing us of everything
Which is why
only man alone
measures time
And man alone
worries
and
worries
and
worries
about time running out.
Burdened by this gift of time
is a flaw of mankind
inevitable
So you may
ask
what is the answer
to the riddle.
Ask the riddler
the answer
may just be
"goodbye"
