Would it be too much to ask
For a break from the drama that's called
life?

Would it be stupid of me
To think that there is something called
Happiness?

Would it be senseless of me
To hope for anything better than
This?

Would it be too much to ask
For a break from the drama that's called
Life?

I held my breathe
You touched my heart
I was optimistic
But frightened to the bone
So i let you go
How i wish i had held your hand
Assured you of my ever flowing love
Now i search for you earnestly
I hold my breathe time and again
But my heart remains untouched, unfeeling
Were you my last?

This is not a poem, it is an outcry.
A friend, a mentor, a shield, that's what she was.
Now, i feel i am under scrutiny under her gaze.
No longer a friend but a foe, how did that happen?
I wish it was because of something real, but no, it is not.
Its about ego, mine, hers and everyone's.
When did we (i) become so self centered?
Now, i let go of whatever it was that was causing this.
I want to be free, and free indeed.
From my bitter self, from my other half.

A web of sadness surrounds me
Dread, fear, loneliness, death
How much can one body take?

Fists of pain and heartbreak
Kicks of reality and truth
Caged, alive, dying, dead and gone
When will it ever stop?

As the sun made love to the hills,
The tenderness in her touch caressed the wilderness soft,
The wetness of her gaze,
Aroused the dead man’s soul,
Her beauty untainted,
She stood out one in a million,
Short of being shy,
She hid her face behind the veil of clouds,
Winking at the night,
She smiled her last smile,
A shade of darkness creeped up,
Eyes adjusting, a new visitor comes forth,
A little lighter, she illuminates fondly,
Smiling knowingly, she erupts at ******.

“I rather be alone, than in the arms of someone who does not have the ability to comprehend the true essence of me. I want the type of love that is on fire; true passion engulfing my existence like a sixth degree burn.” —Awakened Vibrations

I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that i am not. I write to explore all the things i am afraid of. - Joss Whedon

Why is it that
when my heart breaks
words form in my mouth
like saliva does for hard corns?

When happy
they peel back the back of my mind
laying bear my soul

When non feeling
**NOTHING

“Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.” —Unknown

I always wonder why
birds stay
in the same place
when they can fly
anywhere on the earth.
Then i ask myself
the same question.

By
Harun Yahya

“And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened.” —Douglas Coupland