Still 16 and flushed with life
Anticipating both glory & strife
In a safe haven, yet under wing
Magenta feelings & a freedom sting
Edgy thoughts, urges to be cool
Plenty of time to act like a fool
the paradigm of imperfection
Awaiting my great resurrection
Isn't youth the most beautiful phase?
Oblivious to reality, in an exuberant daze  

But, even Crimson roses will lose their petals
Shrivel up & as charred ashes settle
On the dulling ground, too far from the sky
of azure hues that now stare down to patronize
the once young spirit, who thought it was eternal
being so free & silly, with an unfinished journal
of my life that'll oneday come to an end
as the setting sun will inevitably descend.

a landfill of memories
at times seem grotesque &
sombre
life's alright- not electrifying
for my fluctuating moods in ombre
desolate human connections,
expectations that start to swell
fatigued like insomniacs
but we've been sleeping well.
a murmur of malaise
that has no sole origin
& console myself with the sad riff-
of a guitar that's lost ambition.

To never let my inner child die
or take responsibility
To never live a routine life
or let seriousness seep into me
To hold onto your childish thoughts
& let your childish desires flourish
honestly, seeking wisdom is the worst
when memes & pizza keeps me nourished!

The mind misunderstands
what's feign & what's the truth
reality keeps contradicting
awaited promises  - so uncouth
stirring melancholia-
Once a place of aspiration
replaced  by gerascophobia
residing in despondent contemplation.

Suddenly
the system
lacks in exhilaration
a desperate crave
for a joyful sensation-
begins to eat you up inside.
Your skin that 'once had been'
was so under-appreciated-
loses elasticity
& regretfully deflated-
becomes that youthful thrill.
& in the dark & loathsome
dusk of your life
you truly feel lonesome
a forgotten solitaire in the night.
And though we melt-
& take anomly forms
I hope we stick
with those lucid norms
that keeps us human
& merely sane
To still see the bliss
in this existential game.

Whimsical thoughts & feelings, sentimental
Memories that a heart holds, reverential

The perfect mix of joy and sorrow
A feeling light, yet heavy & mellow
Like lying under a weeping willow

From sights so distinct but unrecognizable
Scents that remind you of a memory,  seizable
A taste that lingers, so indescribable
A feeling that's longed for &  undeniable.

we're phantoms lingering through,
lone streets at twilight

lost and decieved of what's perceived
to be life in hindsight

oblivious and unrehearsed,
sprinting through thick mist at midnight

deafened under blankets of white noise,
searching for the obscure insight.

waiting for the sole conclusion,
a purpose for this enigmatic life

where ecstacy inevitably,
ends in melancholy
at most times.

Born into a world
that defines the great reality
Endless hope takes us to stars , 
 while we're held by gravity
We reside in our delusions , 
 to escape depravity
Expectations exceed fate ,
  when we hope for quantity
Destroying our creation ,
  the purpose of our entity
Our existence - better dead , 
 unless we change our quality.