We go on through many curves,
But keep moving on, Is in my nerves;
I never stop looking for something,
I may even end with a ding!
My destiny is prewritten,
And it can never be rewritten;
I pray that love which I share today and tomorrow,
May even mean more to you without any sorrow;
I am used to obstacles in my way,
But they can't be ignored everyday;
Some obstacles teach me how to survive,
While others help me in coming up high;
I learned that the person who treats everybody nice,
Usually ends up treated like a MICE;
Some people can't understand what it takes to put this fake smile up,
But they just care about their coffee cup;
It's fine it'll soon come to an end,
I guess I have to lie this till my dead-end.
On the day that I lost my name
I took a nice long walk
To the edge of infinity,
Searching for it
You know, they say the earth is round
And as I leaned to peer over the side of it
There, lay a vast blanket of outer space
No continuous ground— like they said
No path to move on from
Dead-end roads and deadened feet
Had led me to this edge, where
I cut myself on contemplative thorns
“At what point did he stop loving me?”
“My friends are gone”
“Rehab couldn’t fix me”
“I don’t want to wake up tomorrow”
No, the world isn’t round
My thoughts are round
And so are my vices
Always spinning and falling
Into a perpetual mental cycle
So when I looked beyond the cliffs of my flat Earth
Into the depths of nothingness
I pondered what it would feel like
my way over
To lose myself forever
If I never wake up tomorrow
Would they remember my name?
Rumor has it one takes pictures of stuff
that one is afraid of losing.
The girl who captures moments with her camera
seeking the company of entangled dwellings
beneath the womb of nightfall
for the city is silent
in this witching hour of her heart;
her misbegotten heart which,
with - step by step - every beating
also grabs, in her own way, fragments of reality.
So, she wanders through the whisper-lighted streets
by taking pictures and immortalizing shapes,
searching for a dead-end for finding a living door,
a door, which she may be able to preserve,
to his sorrow-sealed soul.
these walls are crashing down,
along with my tears.
with all the strength within me
i tried to hold it in,
but truth is,
you can't be there for me anymore.
this is long overdue,
and this feeling inside has started to rot.
i hate to break your heart,
but mine is already broken.
still want to hold you close,
but i can't keep holding you,
while you hold someone else.
breaking up with a friend
I've only ever relied on someone else for my happiness.
Looked to them to answer any question i had.
Until the moment they were no longer there to guide me out of my perceived darkness.
But i was stuck.
I waited on you but you only walked away.
So thank you, because i believe I've figured it out.
How to be happy and not dependent on you.
You're the one that has gone and replaced the role i used to play in your life.
So i guess you can ultimately say that you have done this to yourself.
And I'm not really sorry.
I am focusing on me and you are now playing an insignificant minor role in the way my life develops.
I love you my best friend.
Things i will never say to my best friend; the one that tore me apart and walked away.
Life will one day
reach to the dead end
Writing empty lines
Filling them with enough spaces
Fitting them on an entire page
lines reflecting my thoughts
Pen curves at the end
dance around the beginning
blue blots of ink
a pattern on the paper
Deciphering the hidden meaning
it counts up to zero
it is but to pass the hour
but time is not really passing
My mind leaves my mind
reaches a full stop .
It starts again
to reach an another dead end .
Words leave , as they come
They began just to stop
I cannot rely on them
where are they right now?
These empty lines
so clear and careful
better than the image in my head
Says more than that can be said .