My face is the mosaic of time.
Recognisable but filled with defining lines.
I am motionless but watch as you stand on me.
Point, click, stare at my wonder.
I am everywhere but I am everywhere only where you are.
We are the same, but you cannot see from your perspective.
Colours bold but still faded over time, faded by feet, bared by tourists. Of my face.
So many lights by day, but night I can reflect.
On my own light.
I have seen how world's have changed.
But where I remain. I am untouched by history.
The mosaic is my mirror.
And it is yours too.
Mine imprinted in the ground, yours is just printed.
Are we different?
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC
I have stabbed the moon.
My world, plunged into darkness.
I am not blind; but here; I am made to be so.
The clouds of misery distort my hopes.
Surrounded by what I cannot reach.
I am not broken; but here; I am made to be so.
The hollow emptiness from each breath.
The voices of millions sound viciously cold.
I am not defeated; but here; I am made to be so.
The wooden shell rots and decays like flesh.
I am nothingness that lingers like cancer.
I am not dead; but here; I am made to be so.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
The God's cry for us when the rain pours.
The droplets for each and everyone of us.
They are tears that the God's cannot hold any longer.
They are tears that the God's need to release.
So haunting; so beautiful when the sky opens.
And drowns our hearts in loneliness and woe.
Clear water cleanses and refreshes the soul.
I could watch for hours all the pebbles of rain.
The representation of us, so small and to eye so unimportant.
But watch the rain.
Smell the rain.
The pungent smell of rain. The smell that makes us embrace each other. Watch the rain and see the tears the God's care about. You.
We run in the rain. We dance in the rain. We hide in the rain.
The God's tears spark individual emotions. Like sharp steel cutting through skin, stinging and permanent.
The rain leaves water scars on the skin.
The rain ruins faces so we can see clearer.
The rain falls so we shouldn't have too.
But that is why the God's eyes flood the ground.
For the ones who shouldn't have fell.
The rain touches everywhere.
At any time, in any place it sees fit.
There is no time on the rain, it should fall for however long it needs too.
The trees sway to the motion, the cars frantically wipe windows clear.
But the rain persists; the memory you would rather ignore.
Be thankful for persistence, it means the God's haven't stopped caring.
Watching the rain attack the window pane from the bedroom.
Being soaking wet through clothing when the rain catches us unexpectedly.
Watching the sun peak out of clouds, slowly clearing the rain.
Do not think of the rain and see misery.
See the rain to embrace the world, remember the fallen and to thankful that the rain still falls.
The God's cry for us, so we can be strong.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
You should not give advice.
You ignore the advice we give, yet you lecture those who do not follow what we say to you.
Hypocrisy in its finest hour.
You moan in your monastery of life.
Yet freely dish out words of wisdom like your a God.
It's people like you, it's people like you.
Afraid to change; yet first to judge.
I sigh.
All I can do is watch and bite my tongue
Until it bleeds.
Because your words are like bile in the throat.
It's people like you. All the answers are in front of you but too lazy to do anything.
You are the insult to those who work.
You are the insult to those who try.
I can see words dribble out your mouth, like a leaky pipe.
Too bad I can't hear you...
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder when you'll stop moaning.
Sometimes I wonder if your lips can actually shut.
Then I block you out. The moaning ceases.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
Do not negotiate with the terrorists of your heart.
For they are malicious and do not understand the anguish you experience day to day. Your heart is not to be played with, nor is it fair you play with hearts that don't belong to you.
Do not negotiate with argumentive terrorists known as individuals. They thrive on your will to break and snap like a sugar stick. Remain calm and smile, it kills them inside.
Do not negotiate with pessimistic terrorists known as your mind. You are beautiful, you are not fat, you do not have a stupid laugh and 99.9% of the time, it's going to work out in the end.
Do not negotiate with passive terrorists who will not take a stand. If they choose to live their live like that, that is their choice, do not hang up on the worries of others. Do what makes you happy first and foremost.
Do not negotiate with spineless terrorists who hide in the shadows of others. One day they will realise, but you cannot tell them. So let them be.
Do not negotiate with emotional terrorists who hide many secrets. They will tell you when they are ready. Do not force information out. You are not a terrorist.
Remember that you are everything different to the terrorists.
Remember free thought is your greatest gift.
Do not negotiate with terrorists who use the misery of others for profit. Help the unfortunate, you will never know when you'll make someone's day. 20p can change the world.
Do not negotiate with the children of terrorists. Children can be cruel. Yes. But should the opinion of one child make a difference to you. No.
Do not negotiate with the terrorists of your soul. Do not let them guide you into unhappiness. Those who have, you can read the lines in their faces; they're permanent scars. Be brave, be bold.
Finally. Do not negotiate with yourself. You know what you want, who you are, what makes you tick, what makes you cry. Do not question yourself.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
Love is the foundation of the universe.
Force so powerful we simple immerse.
Ourselves into its awe and beauty
Love is our calling, our highest duty.
In this life, Love stands on its own feet.
And destined to show us the place we meet.
We fall so fast we don't expect to be caught
That we question everything, every thought.
But love surprises us in a golden fashion.
Such vibrant colours, such vivid passion.
With each love offers something different.
Each one with its special moment.
There is one type of love which changes you.
It takes all the bad away and comes to your rescue.
They are out there waiting to be found.
That this love is perfect, all round.
Love
Opens
Vibrant
Experiences
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
I am the child stuck in the mud.
Motionless and watching as time passes.
I am the star-shape surrounded by colourful blurs.
Waiting for the one to set me free.
Close my eyes and await for small hands, to embrace me.
I am the child playing hide and seek.
But I am the one who must seek.
30, 31, 32, 33
The numbers signify my time alone; the bitter reminder.
Search deep using the spy-glass of eyes to search.
Do not resist in finding them, the control set by the bourgeoisie,
Realise the only one who can find them, is me.
Duck, Duck, Duck but I am the Goose.
And now I run, desperate for the approval of others.
Big eyed and determined for all the wrong reasons.
Walk.
Why not be different, stand tall and be gutsy.
Dig deep and be bold, the only one who can is me.
The intense battle of rock, paper, scissors.
Predicting the enemies moves, reading their faces for the slight notion.
Rock? Scissors? But does winning even matter.
Enjoy the game. You may never know when you will play again.
Dive deep into the glorious deep blue sea.
The only one who can take a chance, is me.
Take over your life, your the one with the master key.
The only one who can change is me.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
I am the zombie that cries.
My eyes flood,
Blood pools grow in an infectious style.
I scrape along the floor, my knees are flaking.
I am the zombie, who is alone.
How paradoxical.
I am the zombie with no other to turn.
The dead brain stuck in my skull is telling me,
telling me to feed.
But my urge has gone, to feed is pointless.
The zombie with no purpose, no conviction.
Oh zombie with dertmination and purpose.
How do I return to you?
How to infect again, bite into another to feel
As I do.
How do I crawl among the other zombies,
For them to understand.
I must infect myself once again.
I am the zombie that cries tears for ******
They are the tears of the ******
Listen to them weep.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
I am naked.
My body covered in colours. Vibrant in disguise.
If cut me back, you'll see I bleed shapes.
Triangles above your head.
The squares of my world.
The prisim trapped inside a prison.
I am the font print you never use.
But I am document you always open.
Where do you stand?
I can't hide the roadblocks anymore.
The open road needs to be free.
I can smell the sweat of you stuck between my skin.
Moulding with mine.
You have seen me.
And now I am stained in you.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC