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 Jan 2016
ryn
I was a shape in my cosy little shell,
I stayed...
I nestled.
My cookie-cutter thoughts would
occasionally rebel...
And stray to the windows.
But still they were imprisoned by the
walls that surrounded.

I would steal bashful peeks
out a window.
I'd let my senses take unrestricted flights,
as I stared into the grandeur of the carnival
that seemed to have sprouted overnight...

Just beyond the confines of my home.

"What a marvellous circus!" I'd think...
I'd gawk with child-like adoration
and never blink.

The universe lay sprawled
in a celebration of systematic chaos.
It stretched far into the horizon...
A delight to the senses,
perceived through such young eyes.
The world had told me stories.
They were like fireworks
that speared up to the sky.

I wanted to be a part of the jubilee...
I longed for the validation of my existence.
I wished to claim the gift of life bestowed upon me.
I'd resent being held hostage by my indoctrinated ignorance.

I was a shape.
I knew I was a square.
I knew I had a home...
But not within those four walls.
Simply because...
My heart wasn't there.
 Jan 2016
NvrMnd
~

I see Neon lights flashing in the City at night
I feel the rush tugging my heart to beat fast
There’s a noise of Yellow, the invincible sound of growth
I feel the pressure of growing old and be exactly in time
And a flaming Red struck my weak senses
I feel the lust of having more than I need


For a while beauty leaves me
And gone with the wind are the colors that glow freely
Suddenly it was grey that’s left of me, and it drowned me



And I swear I don't want to feel envious
But I do, cause I see more than thirty six colors in Silver and Gold
Glowing loudly in places I thought love would go
And I feel left behind with mud and stones
Crawling and breathing heavily
Chasing colors that supposed to be free to all


I know there's something wrong
It’s Black, the thin air that slowly killing every living organism
And surely the absence of hue will take the life I was fighting to live



I shut the windows and listen to the Rhythm of Colors
I let the rush go, take slow and feel the softness of Blue
Turned the sounds into music and hear the sweet whisper of Indigo
The fiery lights into hope and see the brushed of Orange horizon
Everything is beautiful in slow motion stroke
I got the chance to capture the subtle hues


Because I closed my eyes for a moment
And silently listen to the Music of Colors, now I see more
Hundred, thousand, million hues, vivid and beautiful



There's nothing to be jealous of
Beauty was never be in one place, it’s everywhere
We’re not color coded, we are infinite more than Silver and Gold
Oh, I know we're not the same but we’re equally pigmented
Often travelled the odd road where colors are screaming
But Colors are Music, we have to see it without an eye to deceive.
 Jan 2016
solEmn oaSis
B
it
was
like "a"
mirror!
what you
see, is what
you get about my*
Behavior!But sometimes
there are some "c" whose
*
reflections were so true lies!
if i were a thing...
I am a life-size mirror!
you can cover my Behavior
but not my cHARACTER!

#shapeofapparition101
those fun times we had
quickly turned to memories
like water through our hands
notice time began slipping
and if only we had caught ourselves
then maybe we wouldn't be here
where we are now.

maybe we'd be somewhere completely different
somewhere on the other side where the grass is greener.
random//deleting later//enjoy
 Jan 2016
ryn
I was once a shape...
Equally jointed,
at four opposite points.

I was a square...
I never knew the way of the world.
Never open to new experiences,
even when they presented themselves bare...
Even when the shrouds of uncertainty
were wiped away leaving the future unfurled.

I grew up...
Huddled under the roof set above me,
with four walls that kept me safe and sheltered.
That was the entire universe.
That was all I saw...
Views so narrow and uneventful...
A life so bland with the fun bits all sheared.

Never brought up to question...
Never given the time and space to think.
There was always a yardstick upon which I was measured.
The sea of expectations was vast but shallow...
So I could wade forever,
but never sink.

I was once a shape...
No one then expected me to be other than a square.
I had everything I needed,
all within the confines of imposing cordons and tapes.
But the world would constantly rap on the windows.
Peddling its fantastical ware.
It would entice with its secrets and mysteries.
Boasting the wonderful stories it'd like to share.
 Jan 2016
rootsbudsflowers
That feelin's coming back again
But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Any.

You knew this day was coming.

That thought of slowly losing

Of falling
Failing
Choosing

Between one life and another

You knew this day would come.

But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry
Not your pretty little heart.
Not you.

You knew this day was coming
So
Baby
Baby
Don't you
Worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Worry
Any
More.
 Jan 2016
Carolin
Everyone's love has
faded from my heart
starting with family
and ending with
friends.

Your arms are the
ones that i'll chose
to run in when drunk.
Your chest is the one
that i'll hide in. Your
collar bones is where
i'll bury my face in.

For it's you that will
wash me clean
from sin.

And wash my body
from the alcohol
drenching it from
within in order to
make me sober
once again.

It's you darling.

My mind and heart
will always chose
you even if in a
room with a
hundred or
a billion
standing* ~
Every bad has some good in it
like silver line round the cloud
a bad isn't bad every bit
has something to make feel proud.

One night on a rainy day
out on my aimless roam
saw a koi that lost its way
caught it and brought it home.

In a bucket it lived two years
no way I would ever regret that
had I on that day chosen to stay clear
it would have been taken by a cat.

Once she bought a bird cheap
back home we soon found out
surely it wasn't a prized keep
was lame in one leg no doubt.

But be sure we chose not at all a wrong
the foot though not cured healed a lot
the budgie would not have lasted long
had its lameness prevented to be bought.
People
who hold to be sacred
different Values
may indeed be
of comparable Worth.

In-groups
and out-groups
are lousy and petty excuses by which
humans seem to like to justify
inhumane injustice.

Yet, I dare to argue
that, as conscious beings,
Consciousness itself
is the only true in-group;
all other schisms are artificial;
artificial lines drawn
upon beaches of our Godselves
by fingers of our own Devilselves.

All things;
potential and manifest,
named and unnamed;
are equal in the dynamic, flowing balance of the Tao.
Talk about idealism! Jeez.
If you disagree, *******. ;)

.
 Jan 2016
Babu kandula
Cold winds
Stacked up snow layers
Watery nostrils
Freezing bones

Lazy eyes
Painful muscles
Snoozing alarms in cellphones
Inactive ears

Energy captured
And stored like rock salt
Crack it and crush it
And finally get it

Time to do work
 Jan 2016
Mikaila
I cry missing you, too, you know.
I never know how
To tell you.
Because it is always when you're
Happy
And I just
Can't
Ruin it.
It's when you're out somewhere laughing
And I wait for you to come back
That I feel how far away you are.
Or days
Just days when I am alone and silent
And maybe I just don't feel you through your words
Like I usually can.
And eventually I can't do it anymore
And I sit down
Head in hands
And cry because I can't touch you
Because I can't look at you.
It breaks my heart in a new way
One I've never felt before
And have never grown strong against.
My only real strength is in anger, and
There can be no anger in it
Because you are still mine, and I yours.
There is nothing to be strong against, just the waiting, and some days I can't bury it deep enough
And tears well up.
I miss your skin.
I miss your eyes and your soft hair.
I miss your voice in my ear.
I miss holding your hand.
And I don't hide it from you,
Far from, I tell you every day as you tell me.
But this...
This sadness.
I don't want it.
It cloys at me.
And I don't want it
Cloying at you.
And so sometimes I still sit in it and cry
Because you aren't angry with me
And you love me
And you speak to me every day
And you're the most wonderful person
I've ever met
And you're
So far
Away.
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