Why is there a need for me to not be like the the rest of the world?
Why should I not be like them to them?
I am insignificant compared to the world...
Why must I try to change it?
Why must I embody the better of them?
Why can't I go and be cruel and selfish and ignorant like them?
I might as well end up being their superlative....
Answer me..... Why can't I give up?
Why am I wired like this?
This world is beyond saving... The belief I had that I'm like this cause someday I might end up showing them that my path is the righteous one...
No.
The world isn't finite nor is it infinite... It's meaningless.... So i might as well be the best at being selfish cause that's what I'm searching for... "my self".... How else does one find it??
If you have answers... Answer me. Else...
Fade away.... Like everything and nothing.
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
Tick a hundred places,
You wanna be..
Mark one too many people,
To prove wrong..
Note down each rule,
You wanna break free..
Have so many dreams,
You wanna see, come alive..
..that even depression can't inspire suicide..
..and instead, find pleasure in offending life.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
It feels easy to you,
Me, drinking my troubles each night,
Try sometime, to gulp a day's worth of pain in a shot,
Let me too hear the reminiscences of the time..
When you'd swallowed your tears and i never found out.
It feels simple enough to you,
Me, intoxicating my crashing heart,
The whiskey is indeed bitter and hard to swallow,
Try sometime to go one more, just one more,
Feel the pain of subduing your pain, that follows.
You say, being honest is hard,
I'm wrong when i lie, when i said I'm alright,
Standing up straight to hold you, when I'm falling is exhausting,
Hold up when you're falling one time,
Know it is never easy my way.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Solitary nights,
Inebriated writings.
Words, Poorly strung together,
oft forced to rhyme.
*Alcohol, is it a sin?
Truth, is it divine? *
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
You just cannot deny,
A fallen pain in the eyes of hunger,
One that hurts you to look at,
But feel the truth in you,
The uplifting peace in feeding a child of the streets,
You're what not to him, just feel that.
I've thought for long,
That there wasn't a greater sorrow,
Than to see a dream murdered not once but twice,
But now I've somehow come to realize,
There ain't simpler happiness, than to feel,
Having someone to share those tears in my eyes.
Forsaken were those, I feel,
With no guardian or angel,
To watch over their tiny feet;
But bravery it is, and rewardedly so,
To depend & survive,
On the benevolence of the world,
That so kindly obliges.
To not be loved back, or simply unloved,
Isn't fair, ethereal or humane,
Undoubtedly so..
But to finally be able to heal,
And live on,
Is a miracle in itself.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 6:28 AM UTC
When the brandy and *** can't **** enough memory cells,
The soul melts and bleeds through life,
Lies and apologies, when begin to define,
And every morning weaker you get and weaker your strife,
The cigarettes you smoke, no matter how many,
Cannot calm down, the thumping of your heart,
A sniveling thought, beats all rationale out of your mind,
And enough blood flows into the head's unworthy parts,
Cynicism they call it, a little realistic you want it to seem,
The days simply blur together, not one good thing can just heal,
All of the pitiness you feel for yourself,
Losing it all to your own weakness, rewinding life's reel,
Nothing feels right, everything is just wrong,
A new life you want, a brighter daylight that's all,
You pain is belittled by that of the world,
Your suffering suffers from a mighty imaginary fall,
The next day is afar it seems,
This night is yours to steal,
But for how long will you be a theif, a liar, an escapist inside,
Truth you don't speak, for hurtful it is with every stride,
All defences are now lost,
The string is now taught,
Breaking and splitting,
Is all you got,
Freedom has a price,
And the price is your head,
Goodbyes are one too many,
All is too little to be said,
Me it is and me it was,
Not enough, never strong,
Couldn't walk by myself,
Limp and stumble, never jog,
This is it, is this the end,
Of me as I knew I was,
Better I don't know,
But a quitter not at all.
I'll see you again, tomorrow,
If not with hope, at least with resolve,
To be a man, just another man,
With miles to walk,
And problems to solve.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
When you're all heart..
You'll always be cracked but never shattered,
Never broken for the heart is brittle but yet it is strong.
You'll always be fun but never ecstatic,
Never happy for the heart is fickle, for the heart is petulant.
You'll always want but never get,
Not what you asked for, 'cause the heart is generous, for the heart is a giver.
They'll wanna listen to you but you'll never be heard,
Never taken seriously for they listen with their minds, they're deaf to the cadence of the heart.
You'll never be alone but always lonely,
You'll fight a solitary battle even in crowds cause the heart is secretive, it's a dungeon with vaults.
When you're all heart, you'll be in pain always and always healing,
When you're all heart, you'll never be understood and always taken for granted,
When you're all heart, you'll love all, always.
When you're all heart, find me. We'll go off together to find love.
Cause when you're all heart.. You Will find your love. One day.
Because, that's the only reason why the heart.. Beats.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Jokes on life played one too many,
Some big some small,
For I tried laughing with Him,
Ended up being sorry for the joke is all.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:04 PM UTC
She saw..
The greed for peace, unsated forever,
The need for love, unabated however,
Emptying vast emptiness,
She saw in me..
I write, you paint, they sing,
She..
She cried,
Sat there, with me in her eyes,
She cries..
She told..
Tol' me of the hollow hollows,
She had to tell..
A piece of my heart,
She had to take..
To make it right,
she took the left..
Kissed my fingertips,
she cried and left;
Left a hole in me, where her tears fell..
She left.. and..
The Greed for Peace, abated forever,
The Need for Love, unsated.. still... however..
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
The first sign would be, the way she'd glance,
No no, cancel that! It would most certainly be her smile;
Or... Maybe her hair, flowing in waves like no other,
But would it be that dreamy he wonders, all the while!!
Once he might've been there, but missed it quite by chance,
Young and foolish he thought he was,
Mistook, mistaking crushes for romance,
Had he not chosen to act older, probably would have been younger in love;
Perhaps, this time there'll be some indicators, some pole star guiding him to her, he Hopes,
For all he knows is friendship, care and loyalty for those,
Few people whose faces bring light,
but she, he imagines would stand out,
gleaming more bright, wrapped as if in white
Older and wiser, he thinks he is,
None too shabby in love he'll fare.
It might be the twinkle in her eye, or the way she plays her moves a lil' coy,
In his gut he knows this time around he'll get it right,
But how much could a simpleton know,
Of the matters of the heart,
He who has a history of ignorance,
But better and brighter he seems,
For her, more prepared to bend down on his knee,
He just knows that when they meet,
A shooting star would be seen,
Blazing and dazzling through the sky,
Wandering and meandering as if drunk with with her pulchritude,
But isn't it too far fetched a dream to live by,
It feels like he's sure not to miss it,
In a way, desperate to kiss her,
But falling in love, is an idiot he's feared,
He'd rather tread softly, none too eager,
trying not too hard,
seeming too casual to appear,
Dreamer or dreamier does he sound,
for the affections, Of a lovely lass, in fields afar.
What he doesn't think of, is just to be himself,
Not strut or stutter, but feel free,
Not look for grins, eyes hair or her stance,
There would be no signs but just an inward smile, a silent glee.
For too blind the eyes make, every man with light,
Love, love oh love, is over-rated perhaps,
Ephemeral are the fables, maybe is its just chance,
So hope should he? To meet his destiny?
Shall he take her hand, kiss her forehead, caress her cheek?
OH, my love, sit with me, and let's wait and see....
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC