31/12/13

Dear you,
Here's what I never plan of telling you.
I love you and I like you then after a while I end up hating you, I

don't understand how it's possible to feel so much love yet so much

hatred for just one person.

You’re fascinating yet so ridiculous, and oh so heavenly it's as if God

had sent you so I get a taste how heaven feels like and I am never to

sin again. They say it's the imperfections that make a person perfect,

well you must have a sack full of imperfections because you are

beyond flawless.

It pains me to see you hurting over a girl who doesn't feel even lightly

the same way you do towards her; you've been lingering on the

memories for so long that you haven't realised it's already been two

years. She’s just being friendly yet you’re letting her tug your heart

strings like you’re an old guitar in the attic.
I guess I could say the same to myself though.

I like it when you laugh, I like it when you tease me about the silliest

things, I like it when you just say simple things. I like it when you ask

me questions, I like it when I realise you know me so well. I like it

when you play the song you hate on the guitar just because you

know that I love it. I'm just about in love with every little thing there

is about you. Even when you’re not talking to me I realise a simple

“hi” means a lot to me.

Just as I'm completing my daily routine you suddenly appear in my

mind. It’s all so cliche it makes me giggle yet hurl. The girl who

ended up falling for her bestfriend.

You know that I love reading and it’s funny the stories I read they're

all overused and predictable but I still loved reading them because

I'm a sucker for a good old fairytale ending.

The quiet, shy girl has a bestfriend who knew her since childhood

he's the popular attractive guy everyone seems to love. He's had

many girlfriends who in the end broke his heart, throughout all of that

his bestfriend has stuck by his side. In the end the two friends end up

together happily in love and realising what they had was special and

forever.

That’s when I remember life isn't a fairytale nothing’s ever that easy

or predicable in real life; that’s when I also realised we’re so different

honestly I don’t understand how we even talk to each other. It's

strange we hardly have any common interests, other than the fact we

both love music but even our taste is completely different.

It's four am in the morning and here I am writing about only a quarter

of things I'll never tell you, maybe you'll find out one day or maybe

you won't. Lifes unpredictable isn't it?

( n.a )

I can feel my slimy beet colored heart pulsing
beating at its height through my perfect left ******
My left your right as we are chest against chest
Nothing tastes as good as the leftover heartbreak on my lips
Or as bitter as the bad decisions left upon your own
No one can predict the bottomless mess of human emotions
But we are ever too fluid to care
More like fire than fluid
Mindless flames burn everyone equally without pity; ever-changing and depthless
Beautifully tragic, unpredictable at best and has a violent fluidity all it's own
The beat travels up my shoulder and down my spine unto the very center of my womanhood
I feel a craving for you and it is border-lining madness
I am teetering on a edge of hysteria that I thought I could ne'er again succumb to
I am being driven wild with an unasked-for passion
Alas - it all must remain internal for there are proper politics to be remembered
That of a taken man and secret so deadly that it entitles me to feel a certain power of having a precious life in my hands
I may be a forebearer of evilness - but at least I am the only one BEING HONEST

Roses aren't always red
& voilets aren't exactly blue,
The society we live in
Never seems to speak the truth.

Smiles aren't always happy
& frowns aren't always upset,
People judge too quickly
our feeling are what they forget.

dead bodies floating
in our oceans
from the Asian Pacific
to the Mediterranean

crumpled corpses lying
on our beaches
thousands drowned unknown

overcrowded detention centers
not unlike concentration camps
behind barbed wires
guarded by police and snarling dogs

nobody feels responsible

not  those who started wars
destroyed whole cities
made millions homeless
and into refugees

not those who take advantage
of the chaos for their own gain
abusing the names of their gods
or some ancient figurehead
to excuse their atrocities and greed

not those who live
in comfortable homes
and wish the desperate crowds
would just stay on the TV screen
and not come close

nor those who pretend
to be the guardians
of our great humanitarian heritage
but show no backbone
against nationalist fanatics

it is the shame of the world
to sit and talk and watch
and not do enough

those who turn away
the needy and homeless
could also
      quite suddenly
lose their homes

forced to rely
on the kindness of strangers