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they say the brain
has billions of cells.

i'm locked in
every

last

one

of

them



SoulSurvivor
Mind freaking again
Don't mind me

It's 12:30 and I can't sleep
 Oct 2014 MalisterMikey
ryn
Are we fated to dance to the same tune alone in our separate universes?
Is it true that we must silently keep to our preordained curses?

Are we destined to swoon at the beauty of the moon at differing time slots?
Why were we given invisible ink to connect our lives' dots?

Must it be that our lives revolve around the whims of the sun?
Isn't it ludicrous that we won't see the intricate webs we've spun?

Was it the plan that we exist only in our minds and hearts?
Why do we have to tolerate starting when the other's ending and end at the other's starts?

Has it been written that we can only afford to infinitely chase each others heartbeats?
Was it foretold that we're trapped in a singular notion that never really fits?

Is the game set as such that we can never emerge as winners?
How is it that the ocean was made out of our tears that flowed from rivers?

Why is it that with our entirety we believe but do not know?
What's the reason for the path made clear but we're too afraid to go?

What does it entail to possess the very least but yet you covet it the most?
How do you pride yourself in something but not allowed to boast?

Why do we frantically scramble to piece together jagged shards?
Can't we just play this blasted deck of lousy cards?

Is it destiny or cruelty to have found then lost?
Why does it seem absurd that we have all its takes but can't afford the cost?

Is it the thoughts that **** or the emotions that debilitate?
Is it the challenges we take on or the curveballs we anticipate?

Why bother when sheer folly is all it seems to be?
Why tarry when the heart is free and the mind is ready?

Is it ridiculous to have found myself still very bothered?
Is it wrong to question fate that had always bound us tethered?

Why is the good always bad and the bad becomes worse?
Is it true that the harder we fight, the deeper we immerse?

Has life turned to be but sad little rhetorics?
Are we but performers on stages coerced into theatrics?

Is it time for me to surface this one-man submarine?
Will it be so that if I do, my journey would then begin...?
A host of rhetorical questions from my older writes...

"Surface this one-man submarine"  isn't mine... It's Brandon Boyd's.
Taken off Incubus' " Love Hurts"
I spoke to my soul about love
She said, do not question it
Do not ignore it.
I resorted to my heart,
Guess what happened.
It skipped a beat
And I was reborn.
I asked scientists and doctors
And people who knew drugs
They said, it's all chemicals
I shouldn't bother myself with
They said I'm too strong
To let it ruin me.
But when you and I
Got under your blankets
And I told you I loved you
You said nothing.


F.Z.N
She got my heart
Inflamed
But won’t arrest the fire.
despite having stolen my heart
am thus 'heart - less' and she **heartless*
 Sep 2014 MalisterMikey
Jen Jo
You.

You remind me of my dreams and visions that have you included.
Now they're just there.
Part of the air I breathe into everyday.

It hurts to tear them off.
It hurts, too, to breathe them in.
In my dreams, you're gentle and sweet.
 Sep 2014 MalisterMikey
Jen Jo
Can you please lend me your eyes?
Don't be long, I promise.

Please, let me show you what I see in you.
Let me show you [you].
 Sep 2014 MalisterMikey
Jen Jo
Are you an overachiever?

They call us the cool kids.
But they look straight into our eyes with that stare.

That stare.
Smells like jealousy. But sympathy it is.
Please don't sympathize overachievers.
 Sep 2014 MalisterMikey
Jen Jo
I wonder how it feels like - to die young.

To carry the weight of secrets.
To carry the abundance of high hopes and beautiful desires.
And disappear.

Is Heaven now your listener?
In remembrance of an old friend who recently passed on..
 Sep 2014 MalisterMikey
Jen Jo
Yes, you're beautiful.
Yes, you're beautiful.
Even if the whole world denies it. Yes, you're beautiful.

Everyday, I remind myself.
And the cycle continues.
We're all wonderfully and fearfully made. Remember that.
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