hink. my time is near this time the end, I do not fear the whispers that i hear, I am calm, my breathing, it is breaking. hey, I still care If you'd care I exist no more I am that vain even in pain, I'd seek more as my mind connects back to you. The rain has stopped my heart will too, it is all part of nature, the destiny, we met, but so unclear we'd go as destined to. So here it is, my last thought, it will be a fragment of you. And here it is, it is the final goodbye, fare well, you
for instance, I felt the yearn to feel love
an arm surrounds an unclear path of blue, rejuvenating it is; I’m above, yet unanswered questions linger; seek clue, art thou afraid to love like juliet? hands unclasped; bent knees and silent prayers.
I wish I knew what you were thinking
It's killing me to be so unclear Never able to catch up, I'm sinking In a sea of gray, and you're nowhere near Grabbing desperately at clouds That were only ever in my head Pleading, wishing, shouting out loud Wishing to be natant - I can only tread Won't you shed a little light? The waters are deep and I cannot swim.. Won't you tell me if I'm right? Aching all over, my chances look slim Don't you know I need a little rest? You've grabbed my heart, left your mark And even when I'm trying my best.. Don't you know I'm afraid of the dark?
It's been a while
since I've felt her felt tip scratch through the surface Deep into my soul to take me out of hiding -x- I remember how we parted I regret not saying goodbye And in a text back to a midnight apology She had promised that she would write She left an empty canvas and a naive head full of dreams and thoughts she never coloured that festered deep within I tried to draw her contours, the little hat she used to wear and beneath it, to recollect the texture of her hair But her pencils betray me They don't want me to tell her tale or mine if ever I was part of it So I chose these words instead Reams of paper in my cabinet Meant for her delicate brushes Black and blue stains of poetry adorn them Like scars of sin on skin, permanent. A million Gods to pray to You'd think I was spoilt for choice For my devotion was never aimed at them, perhaps they do not heed my voice -x- It's been a while since I've felt a felt tip scratch through the surface That provoked my senses to come start fighting I'm hanging on.. I'm hanging on.. But for how long?
The mind is fragile. Thoughts start yet do not finish before others come take their place.
It's chaos. It's wonderful. But just not as wonderful as she.
This clouded mass
mess seems stuck in my head riddling my thoughts
The weight of your head,
like the whole globe on your shoulders, the world on one neck, the ache of one body. I’m tired, like all of the stress simply sits on my dreams
while I’m trying to sleep it away, but I don’t get a break- not even one day. At least the bowl isn’t red anymore, at least the sun is alight. But I’ve ached for a year now, and it’s still so unclear how I will heal, or if ever I will. Keep sunny, keep yellow, like the lilies in bloom which sit on the drawers at the end of my room. The weight of my head, like the whole globe on my shoulders, the world on one neck, the ache of one body.
The hope, that I am hoping is so unclear
The mirage that I am seeing is not here. This is a hope or this is a mirage, I can not recognise Hope is nothing as it seems, Is this all are lies? But hopes are unbreakable! Hopes are just unbreakable!
Do you afraid of hoping? Very rarely hope comes true so what one goes another comes and it is not necessary that every time you have to be disappointed. This time you won't be disappointed just hope!
Vague, a word used for uncertainity
Vague, a word used for unclarity Vague, a word used for your sincerity You know why your sincerity? Because your love for me is uncertain Even a telescope cant see it clearly For it possess so much unclarity You should accept me Not because i accept you Accept me Because you accept me Love me Not because i love you Love me Because you love me
Loving you is making me crazy.
Some days all I have is a head full of maybe. Unconditional fits in my mouth like your hand does in mine. Alone, my hands search through your puzzles trying to find peace of mind.