I walk into this endless void
Wondering why am I even here
I've turned entirely different
This carefree, chilling guy is me now
I'm dancing my way through this
I'm way more happy than I ever was
The monotony of this void excites me
By every minute, I am being absorbed
Into this never ending nightmare
There's no end to this
But I'm becoming a part of this
Fragments of my soul are getting
Embedded into this vagueness
Now, I'm nothing
Just like the void
There's so much on your mind
So many thoughts
You don't realize
There's not a sound in the air
Yet in your mind
There was sound everywhere
Could not bring you to despair
Because you never heard it
In the first place
Those times your so absorbed in thoughts you don't realize not a sound came out. Or that awkward moment where you realise you had not said a word to someone you were with because it was quite loud, in your mind.
an all consuming love*
took hold of the narcissist
his great admiration for self
was the everlasting gist
in front of the mirror he stood
kissing his own reflection
whilst at it saying I'm so deserving
of my steadfast affection
yes he was absorbed
in a love profound of pond
this being the love he'd
keep fervently fond
no one else could love him
with such a richness of care
cause he was unable to
the love he did bear inside
his indulgent infantile heart
would never be completely
My eyes only focus
on my regrets of the past.
My fingers only touch
my scars that never heal.
My ears only hear
my own vitriol.
My words only mention
me, myself, and I.
Self-absorbed in pain.
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We are absorbed
From one click of a button
To 5 hours of life
Reliving a cycle every day
Thinking it can’t get any better
The more followers
The better life
Only posting what you want
And not letting them see the other sides
Pictures only there for a moment
Then washed away never to be seen again
When moments could be spent better
Long lasting moments
With no worry of a time limit
Instead we are made robots
Dependant on 5 inches
Missing what life has to offer
Too afraid to leave them at home
Because you you may miss a notification
You never cared about anyway
Making life easier every generation
Thinking the only way to make friends
Is by chatting online
Getting a reply
But waiting 5 minutes
Because we are too afraid of seeming desperate
Walking right past someone
Who you could have shared your life with
But instead your head was faced to the floor
But of course
The floor is more important than a person
But this item smaller than your hands
Somehow gained a power to control us
Hooked us into this trap
That is too late to run away from
Forgetting the date and saying it didn’t remind me
Will be the only excuse
And family, friends, and people
Will no longer be an option
Soon we will all walk around with tubes in our ears
And goggles over our eyes
Seeing a virtual world that must be greater than what we were given
Meeting people but never seeing them
But it’s fine
Because we have all we need between 5 inches
Everything in the present is somewhere, somehow connected to what happened in the past.
Over a period of time it’s realized,
a thing of past is a thing of past,
will remain in past,
no matter even when efforts are made to bring it to life in the present,
even then it will remain in past,
from where it came,
to where it belongs.
Definitely a thing of past is a thing of past and it will always remain in the past.
The good thing is what happened in past cannot be changed,
either ways whether right or wrong,
over a period of time it does not make any difference in the present.
Better way is to accept the present in it’s present form,
then move ahead with the same in mind.
Best way is to be a part of the present moment in time in the present,
move ahead along with the same in mind with regards to how everything needs to be done in the present.
One of the best way is to get involved and remains absorbed with regards to what is there that's going on in the mind.
Desire and dreams remain in a contrast, play hide-n-seek.
However, dreams and desire must not affect the mind with regards to what’s going on in the mind at the present moment in time.
A time will come when it will be realized that efforts made till now have got something to do with regards to future and time now is to ascertain future.
Who do you call when there is no one to call?
Your last friend that catches your sense of humour, dies without a sense of humour
The friend that generally made up all of your contacts
Calls beforehand of daily progress always went answered to a mother who no longer exists
They were followed by a friend who absorbed everything said
These absorptions poisoned the well of humour and goodwill that you befriended in the first place
Your contacts list might grow in the days ahead
But the optimism that that idea requires to believe in and the failed rate of your previous confidants make you feel you should protect all
Keep everything within, never explode.
Lost is the present moment in time
Lost in thoughts of my own.
Absorbed is the mind
Absorbed in thoughts of my own.
Engaged is the mind
Engaged in thoughts of my own.
Involved is the mind
Involved in designing, discussing and deciding about an uncertain future.
Involved in thoughts of my own.
Very soon it will be realized that all the efforts which have been made up until now,
all of them were made,
sepcifically to reach a point of conclusion,
so as to make a definite decision.
Interesting are the ways of life,
interesting seems life,
even as of now,
it's life and life continues along with the passing moment in time.
When thought of something at the present moment in time.
Close to you
I was filled inside
of a words divine.
Close to you
and new melody founds
O ~ my souls want to sing.
Close to you
and new days begins
To be filled inside
deep embrace and love.
written in May 1, 2015 @ Tagbibinta Falls
Cry me a river,
Cry me two.
I am sick of hearing,
All about you.
You never once stopped
To ask about me.
While I sat and listened
To all your sob stories.
I love you,
But I need you to know.
I can't listen to you.
You are self-absorbed.
And I can't help you.
Even if I wanted to.
— The End —