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Kenshō Aug 2014
Another week passed.
Could I wait long
enough for the past?
Would it pass me by?
I could hold it and try.

To work through
something
as hollow as a sigh.
I'd be fine for now-
Confined by a lie.
hi
  Aug 2014 Kenshō
The Unbeliever
Who would shrug off being alone
Like rain
Is that the difference between
Having a father and not?
Or just being able to ignore it?
Kenshō Aug 2014
When a war goes on for too long,
Of what started it,
the parties will forget about.

This is an excellent time to figure out.
Why the hell you are fighting.

If the mind has proceeded,
Passed a certain point,
Realize that there wasn't
a point..
hi
  Aug 2014 Kenshō
Ilakiya Kasinathan
Yesterday
I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
But today,
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Francis.
Because,
Today
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
For
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!

- A Withered Yellow Rose.
  Aug 2014 Kenshō
Shruti Atri
To be beautiful
Is to be almost dead,
Is it not?

Your voice is never heard,
'Cause your face talks too loud...


I hate who they think I am,
And as a result, I hate them.
That's why I don't like a lot of people--
*You see, it's their fault!
Inspired by Penny Dreadful. A dialogue read...'To be beautiful is to be almost dead, isn't it? The lassitude of the perfect woman, the languid ease. The obeisance. Spirit trained, anemic, pale as ivory and weak as a kitten.'
This had me thinking...
Kenshō Aug 2014
When you think you know, that’s you losing it.
When you write this down, that’s you erasing it.
Moments pass empty like the wind.
Oscillations are left.

People fear base oscillation.
They fear the quiet of the world.
If it gets too quiet during the night, we might just slip away.
If you are too loud in the morning, you won’t know what to say.

So the prophet sits alone.
On a mountain top and is shown
A larger picture
Reflecting his own.

Walking towards the mountains are saints
Unified sacrifices are made.
The God’s blood is paid,
As the Devil digs the grave.
hi
Kenshō Aug 2014
I'm not sure I'm convinced
That this world makes
Any ******* sense.

Look, I've seen it, been
There before. Again
Here we go.

How could I ever convey?
Life is like a chance
of dream

With some spice
of no-go.
hi
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