April 2011
15 posts
Finding people like you pretty much makes my day.
Just had to say that.
Happy Easter!
That’s very sweet of you :)
I’m glad you enjoyed my post!
Burying the Key
Deny the truth -
It’s easier to pretend
When intricacies come complexing within…
Filter out your words and
Conceal the truth:
It is what we eventually learn to do best.
Now that the years have passed;
Sing a song
Because those melodic lies
Are what the others are
Wanting to hear.
Because no one wants to be around
A damned fool
Who wears the faded smile
Upside down
Or even speaks of it -
Because no one really cares
About who died and who is dying anymore:
So superficial and impersonal,
Why are our hearts so invisible?
Only reaching out
When the days are bright,
Leaving when its not;
It’s a pattern observed
Over and over -
Sickened by the apathy -
Only to leave what
Amplifies your pain, and
Cuts on your wounds even deeper,
Leaving one more scar that never heals,
This time even deeper -
You add one more layer to the
Barricades that surround your heart.
As time ticks and tocks,
And puts one more
Onto the cake,
We blow away
Our emotions
As we blow out
One more candle
Of youth and innocence.
Call this the epiphany of maturity:
To be abandoned
To become accepted…
We all learn to wear
Layers of armories
Around our hearts -
No longer soft and warm
Now, merely a hardened black coal
That trusts none to avoid getting hurt
and rather,
Be fake to all.
This is the
Absurdity within
These empty gaps
We hold between
The silences we hold
Beneath our breaths as
It slowly kills us on the inside.
As you bury
Your emotions
Deeper and deeper under the ground,
They eventually suffocate and die, and
You finally lose yourself beyond repair,
That you lose the key to your own heart.
Alas!
Another soul lost,
Another dead-alive.
Will we ever unfold?
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Stagnant and unchanging days.
My body yearns for vitality
to flow once more through these
fragile purple veins enclosed
in the slimness of my weak wrists.
If blood should gush out from
these tiny vessels enclosing
what is left of my dull life,
then I shall allow it to spurt out
It's confusing when you don't know what you are to a person and where you stand in their life.
Reset
Keep your head held high
and let the tears dry as you
create a new life.
@dailydigressions makes my day, again :)
“What are we doing here, and why are our hearts invisible?”
—Anne Carson, Kinds of Water (via invisiblestories)
Never On Time
The hands have turned
sand has dropped
Pushing the hours
Reaching the limits
Punctuality
disappearing
from her vocabulary
She waits,
procrastinates,
pounces right before
it’s all too late
Cramming
Scrunching
workloads in her desk
Procrastination
an illness
that remains uncured
uncontrollable
inevitable
Tick-tock!
Time is up!
Deadline’s here
You’ve reached the dead-end
The story of my life….. Lol.
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