The whole is equal to the some of its parts
and my parts are ****
the rest of me could only follow suit
as the law--the theory--the timeline--the cosmically known universe
insert bigger word here
consumes, consumes--
bites down on me.

If part one fights to be what I hope is to be good and part two fights to become the character foil do the parts equal nothing?
If a tree falls in the woods and--
no one is around to hear your stupid lies?
If one plus one equals two
then that's me, and you, and
Who is that?

If the whole can't be whole without its parts
can space be space if we haven't seen the whole of space
bars at night close in the morning
and the more I ponder and ponder and think
about it
You are no more better than me
Than I am of you

Its weird how small things in life,
Will give you so much pleasure.
The fact that another person remembers you,
When you have been trying to forget that world.

That she took out time,
Lowered her ego and called you asked you if you were fine.
With mischeif or malice or sinister intend.

Thats flattering. Thats so ghastly over whelming
For all she wanted to know about were how badly my boats were burning down.

After all the effort I kept
I tried so hard to let her know,
let her understand how I feel
And she was kind, yet showing interest
She made me fall deep, deeper, deep, deeper

When all she really wanted is friendship
Yet she kept it a secret
I'm sure she was unaware this could hurt me in future
Not until when I left her with no choice but to utter something

If I knew I wouldn't have pushed,  
but I was convinced we are walking the very same paths
Surely her answer caused me nothing but trauma

And I realised she can't even consider my feelings
How can I stand beside her?
Will I ever hug friendly greetings?
will I ever shake hands without intending to kiss goodbye?
This gonna be hard to just ignore and adapt to friendship

How can I be friends with a girl I bearly love?
Love sometimes is so stupid and selfish
How can it be such a lier?
Sometimes I wish love can just be saying I love you,  
but it is more than that.

The moment I set my eyes on her and she stare back
The first time we conversed
I was so convinced she's in love too
I was convinced the only thing left is nothing but consensus

But then it turned out with disapointment
"I'm not ready for love friendship of course is great to meditate" (she said)
Just for console, when I realise I'm stuck in these feelings
I pitched, you can take all the time you need to be true with yourself,
simply like I'm fine by it when I really am touched.

I lie down up my head
I breath becalmed, yet I crumble
How I kept my trust?
You crippled my thoughts,

Of being a lovely darling,
Of being a humbled sweetheart
I remember that day
How pleasant it was?

To require you a break through
enter my sincere heart
How I proposed you to be my destiny,
destiny of my sincere fragile heart

mmmh! how delicately sensitive it was?
A victory of your fluffy heart
My dearly first and last chance
to strike you, tell at once

In heart, I found love
Where is it now? all gone!
How disappointed I am?
The thoughts of being, you were mine

We were happy all together
How I was? blind to see
How you pretend? Yes you can!
I'm miserable how I lost you

How fastidious it was,
by your smile
you blinded me.

I wake up, its morning, the window pails are covered with frost,
I look up, it’s Monday, I ask myself why I feel so lost,
I settle on the fact that it’s my passion to always come first
I sigh, shake my head and ask what success costs
It wasn’t easy; diligence, hardwork and discipline: is all these a must?

I wake up, its Tuesday, had the same question I had yesterday,
Must I always have a singleness of purpose, a goal every day?
Yes, came the reply, yes and please my son don’t you go astray
Patience is a virtue, needed amidst a world of delay
11 pm, on my bed I lay, with a tiny bit of dismay

I wake up; it’s the 3rd day of the week
I’m still searching, although I know not what I seek
All I know is life should be more than a clock going tick tock tick
‘What I wanted’ was an obsessive mission making me sick
Many answers to my question, why couldn’t I pick?

Thursday it is, vibrant I am, this day will be the best
I feel I have enough strength to withstand any test
I walk head high, everywhere; chin up, with a protruded chest
At the end of the day, I’m back on my bed, my safe haven, my bird’s nest
All the while, while I drift off to sleep, I ask ‘was all my enthusiasm just fake zest?”

It’s Friday, the end of a tough week, opening of the weekend
I’m happy, it’s a chance to relax, time to straighten out the bends
Your laughter, your smile, your everything, I think it’s all pretence
I’m a pessimist some say. Sorry that wasn’t my intent
Friday rolls away, still not a day well spent!

9am. Its Saturday, wow, 5 days gone with the wind
Today will be special, yes I am quite determined
Hour goes after hour, and yet again I have sinned
The sin of expecting too much; this life what does it even mean?
I sleep when all mankind goes to sleep, just like my next of kin.

Sunday, the day God rested from all HIS toil
A day of blessing surely, free of all turmoil
I go about my business, my work on this Earth soil
It’s an ok day I conclude, life is like an aluminum foil
Use it in the right way, or be sure your food will spoil

So in retrospect, I sigh and I look back
7 days of the weeks, all gone, all looks dark
Everyone rushing to ‘God-knows-where’, just following the pack
No one question the destination of the race, wow, all have missed the mark

So today on a great journey I embark
I called today the 8th day, I’m getting rid of all this slack
I look to God, I ask him to please get me back on track
Tired of all this wandering, my fear of attack
I’ll take on each day, with renewed vigor, like how I feel after eating a good snack
Away with all the questions, I thank God I’m back.

Have we met?

Maybe yes, maybe no

But in your head

There must be an image of me.

Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination

To some a rare gem

To others is a beautiful devil

And to you...

maybe just a facebook friend.




Maybe it’s the smiling girl

In my profile picture,

Who got your attention...

Or maybe it was that awkward update

That got you thinking.

Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,

Or is it the long slender legs

In that party dress as she walks across the street?

Mhhh... Just maybe








You must be wondering

Why am writing all this

I would love to answer you

But I really don’t know

What my last line will be like.

So, will keep writing...





Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?

Today she is in love

Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,

One minute she is your friend

The other minute you are a stranger

I think i know why...

She is like you, she is human!



She may not live long enough

To defend all her flaws

Or brag about her perfections

But I can tell you a few things about her...

Some she isn’t proud of

But others she wouldn’t change

Just to please a crowd


She has a beautiful heart

To complement her warm smile

But she has a temper too

Which beats that of a betrayed woman

She is opinionated

But still a good listener.

But an insensitive word...

Hurts her like a sharp sword.





So, if you haven’t met her,

Now you know something about her

Do I need write more?

Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after

Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees

Everyday I will write.







C@P2013   September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm