I love cryptic sentences
That make me seem profound
When sometimes I am clueless
to empty words all matched by sound.
My mind to me is ambiguous:
Is it brilliance or pretense?
For all I know my insight could be
- a load of great nonsense.
Intelligence or creativity?
Much too confused to judge
No interest in it's dichotamy
I'd rather have some fudge.
To me it's all insanity
for not everything requires definition.
The end comes faster than the answers
So, indulge in the nonsense that is written.
Our world's enigmatic afterall
This mysterious creation - holds our presence
All that matters could be what you enjoy
So what's life without some ~ Nonsense.

You'll never be this young again

That youthful bliss slowly fades away

You won't see miraculous things the same

Will my eyes glisten when I listen,
       to The Strokes on replay?


Your skin'll alter & your heart grows faint

Wisdom replaces & it chases
silly thoughts to grey

No, nothing will eternally remain..

An inevitable reality
     that drives me insane.


So don't let these days go to waste

Do what you couldn't do yesterday

Do what you can't do in a decade

No matter how old you are at this stage

That invincible feeling that neverends
         is ending as the sand of your hourglass descends.

& Though things are changing without your consent

You have the choice of forever remaining content :)

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.

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.

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.