He is beautiful,
In daylight and when darkness awakens.

He leaves me breathless
Every time he beckons.

I don't understand why
It has progressed so fast.
He's changed my mind.
My feelings growing vast.

I rush to my slumber to speed up time,
So I no longer have to count down till I can hold what's mine.

What is this illness?
No ailment explained.
Symptoms of ecstasy,
Misplaced consciousness,
My heart to blame.

He is like candy,
of the venomous array.
He spreads inside me,
constricting my veins.
One mere incident,
was all it took.

To fall in love, with just one look.

What are you thinking about?

At what point does something that means nothing turn into something important?
Are we aware when such instances are in progress and when they start taking place?


Is it invited?
Is it expected?
Is there a chance of being disappointed?

Do we take the risk, just to find the answers?
Or, is it because we're addicted to the emotional rush?


Are your eyes open?
Can you perceive this?
Do you understand why I'm making you ponder?

The idle belief of don't over-think , don't give it much thought has been pushed, and pushed and pushed
to the point where there no longer is a point.
Because now, your average thinker no longer thinks.
Those that exercise the mind to destructive extremes feel solitary in their over-thought.
And those that don't think at all fit in with all the idle minds that exist.

*Now, is this mindset/belief/lifestyle what triggers the lack of common sense?
Because for the extreme thinkers, common sense is obviously no longer common.
Majority of people no longer think unless the thought process is required to better their self-imploring success to strive and survive in civilization.

Dedicated to my friend Zeina

once upon a time....
in a far away land....
there was a pretty, lovely girl who sold her heart to a very manipulative man.
He told her things she wanted to hear
he temporary relieved her of all her fears....
But when the time came,
to prove his worth.
No action was taken,
until despair gave birth.
For all she ever wanted
was to be loved in exchange,
to be treated like his queen,
to be his aim.

Alas,
this is but a tale of a lover's demise,
the consequences of loving full-hearted,
but with closed eyes.

Oh captain, my captain
Where shall we sail today?
Oh captain, my captain
Are we to wander aimlessly, and come what may?

How long will it last,
How long will you be thinking of me?
How long will it be,
Till I'm nothing but a memory?

To the void
To your sins
To the emptiness within.
What does it take?
To make it stop
To not give up
To find a good mistake.
Why do I fall?
For the nonsense
For it all.
How do they cope?
Living in ignorance
With no significant importance.

Why does it aggravate me
To see so many solitary.
Complaining and idle.