out of your sight I shall go,
out of your mind I shall flow.
to forget the fun we had,
to forget the love we had.
you do not know how much I cried,
or how much I truly died
to see you happy inside,
to see you feel free
the sadness runs through my body
to know that I am out of sight and
out of your mind
do you know how much it hurts
to feel my heart that once held love,
start to burn then turn to ice

Stranger than death is life
Full of chaos, full of strife
Honesty is hard to come by
Trouble brewing 'round every corner

Like a glass of milk upon a counter
Our lives are rotting away
Under the illusion of newness
Brought about each passing day

Hard to live with both eyes open
Tossed about and hurled
Moving about like puppets
We're living in a dying world

February 10, 2014

When their was no reason to live.
Life was useless, better to give.

You were frustrated and pumped.
From top of roof you jumped.

It was just a matter of second
yet enough to live whole life in this errand.

Ups and downs of life passed through your eyes.
You wished to give your life another try.

But now it was too late.
Worldly life had already closed its gate.

Your delicate body crashed into the ground.
It all ended with a dull and feeble sound.

Unit, like Death for Whom?
True, like the Tomb,
Who tells  no secret
Told him-
The Grave is strict-
Tickets admit
Just two-the  Bearer-
And the Borne-
And seat- Just One-
The Living- tell-
The Dying- but a Syllable
The Coy Dead-None
No chatter-here- no tea
so Babbler, and Bohea- stay there
But Gravity-and Expectation-and Fear
a tremor just, that All's not sure.

405

It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness—
I’m so accustomed to my Fate—
Perhaps the Other—Peace—

Would interrupt the Dark—
And crowd the little Room—
Too scant—by Cubits—to contain
The Sacrament—of Him—

I am not used to Hope—
It might intrude upon—
Its sweet parade—blaspheme the place—
Ordained to Suffering—

It might be easier
To fail—with Land in Sight—
Than gain—My Blue Peninsula—
To perish—of Delight—

in life
there will be times
where we will make
stupid mistakes but
we must learn from those
mistakes so we can grow from them
if we never made the stupid mistakes
we made, we would never be who we are today

1485

Love is done when Love’s begun,
Sages say,
But have Sages known?
Truth adjourn your Boon
Without Day.