Friday, April 2, 2010

lost.

Unsettled mind.
Hassled.
Clawing to reach that certain period.
Beyond the spectrum of "happiness" or "sadness".
Lacking basic human emotions.
Mind spiraling over uncomprehendable questions.
Ardent need for peace.
Phases of Paranoia.
Caged. Breathless.
Eyes witness haphazard images.
Desperate attempt at peace.
Deep breath, lungs choke.
Oxygen.. I need.
Oxygen.. I plead.
Blocked senses.


Finally.
Blackness.
Stillness.
Peace.

point of view.

Who can be the judge?
when God is himself in the Game..
On one hand lie meagre hopes..
on the other, excruciating Pain.
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Thoughts are like the tumbling waves in the sea
the more one nears the end,
the more one is pulled right back to where it was born..
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Shadows..
Shadows are the Dark side of ourselves,
only a mind that receives ample Light can see
that they follow us to our graves.
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I do not understand Destiny.
I refuse to understand her,
she gets to me.
Perhaps its a generation gap
'cuz she definitely doesn't belong to our gen.
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On the victory stand,
the winner is not judged by how tall he stands..
but by where his feet are grounded.
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