the-haywire
Indian
I'm The Haywire. I'm a teenager who's confused out of her senses about everything and that is the truth. I have mood swings all the time ranging from overly happy about anything to mildly depressed about nothing. I'm also an avid reader and my current obsession is with Ayn Rand whose books have made me emotionally vested in them like no other. / Also I'm a blogger. / / http://theeternallyhaywire.blogspot.in / / Oh and obviously a part time poet. :D
In the night
Of the stormy shade
Came the sound
Of my unnerving calm
The sound so loud
Yet none at all
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
I can't love you
I have no love to give
Realize before
I break you further
I'm the abominable fear
I once had in my head
Please stop
Before I hurt you
Go away
No Don't
Stay
But stay away from me.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
Let's not believe in anything
For a moment let's not think
In this instant let's quiet down
For a while lets just all be one
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
He called her the setting sun of his day
The only one whose demure would lead to his demise.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
With a swish of his hands
And a tussle with his life
Came the unnerving sound
Of his own demise
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
As I thwated the ladybird aside, it never occurred to me that I just cost a beautiful creature its life. My motive in no way was to **** it, rather my irritation got the better of me and a thing more beautiful than I lay lifeless on the floor. For a moment I hoped it would get up and crawl up the marble staircase, alas my conscience had to accept the fate the ladybug got was on me and not nature. It was my need to feel powerful, being a superior organism with intellect none but my species acquired. What different does it make me from the ruthless murderers or serial killers. I murdered a creature of the nature whereas they just **** their own species. They do it for the power or maybe the lust for blood and I perhaps did it in vain.
I leaned next to the upside down ladybird whose beautiful red polka dotted body was obscured by the ground. I whispered a quite "I'm sorry". I don't think she heard me but at least I felt the remorse I should have.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Don't hold my hand
Don't touch my neck
Don't brush your leg against mine
Kiss me on the forehead
Call me naive
Put your hand on my waist
Don't call me beautiful
Call me Smart
Don't say I'm yours
Say you're mine
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
Hey dear stranger
I'm sorry
I'm too harsh
You professed your love
I dissed you
Hey dear stranger
I'm too proud
I deemed you unworthy
It's my hamartia
Hey dear stranger
I hope you find her
Someone who's not me
Someone who adores you too
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Sitting cross legged
Middle of the ground
Dust and Mud and Stones
Feeling at home.
Watch the sun go down
Hear the birds chirp
Sense the unspoken words.
The pebble in hand
Like a writer's tool
Tells stories.
And you Smile
And you Weep
And you feel free
Sitting cross legged
Middle of the ground.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC