‘Look around,
Where are you?’
I can’t remember, I ran too far away
In hope of something true
This place
It is bright
It is calm, it is comfort
It panders to those in plight
I shall stay here
For a while, maybe evermore
I am now new
Purity to adore
The sun sets
I remember in pain
And go back to reality
Home again
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC
There once lived a girl who liked to drift away
Sail through the winds, the seas, the land
Weightless, as light as sand
An escape from everyday
There once lived a girl whose favourite drift of all
Was manned by that as sharp as a knife
As brutal as my life
In skin it made neat scrawls
There once lived a girl who could make wounds speak
How they screamed and shouted and wailed
And rebuked her for having failed
At not giving in to weak
There one lived a girl who asked the stars stop
Cease to twinkle and stare to sigh
Look in pity, helpless up high
Her eyes up, only to drop
There once lived a girl so broken yet so whole
Shattered hope, built-in dreams
Tear of the heart, flowing streams
An abyss, an endless soul
There once lived a girl who stood confused
Love for pain, pain for truth
Life for lesson, lesson for youth
Dilemmas that were gifts to the bruised
But, there once lived a girl who stood still
The blood flowing down clotted
A glimmering hope spotted
Changed the ‘can’ to ‘will’
So, ‘girl who once lived’
Wasn't it your dream
To fly one day?
To swim one day?
To run one day?
Wasn't it your wish
To breathe one day?
To leave one day?
To live one day?
Well, guess what?
You have.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
I, who have yet to see all
Stand in awe of peace, of tranquillity
I, who have not found my dreams,
Stand in hope of peace, of tranquillity
I, who have not loved my life,
Stand in wait of peace, of tranquillity
I, who have but wandered endlessly,
Stand here, in resolute quest of
Ataraxia
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
The mirror hangs on the walls of hope
Hope of a pretty face
Hope of a mask that hides the truth
A picture of perfect grace
But the mirror does naught but show true skin
A pimple here, a scar there
It is us who try to obscure our flaws
And build a sheath of beauty so fair
Some trust the mirror to trust themselves
When they say that they hold no lies
But what can mere countenance prove?
The vanity of pride, or the betrayal of guise?
Alas! The mirror shows only a face
The glow of a soul it sweetly hides
Our reflection is what our faces say
Not the true beauty of our inside
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC