You say you like pain, addicted even. Does tolerance come that easy? If it did, why are we even alive? You say you feel pain everyday, that it’s killing you; but what if I tell you that it’s pain that keeps you alive, pull you away from death, stops you at the brink? You say…
Times
“God has a plan for you” So I’ve heard. Whatever path you take, it’s for good. Bad days pave way for good days. Do they? Is that what you tell yourself? Hard times test you; make you a better person. Tell me this, o honest denizen, do they make you better or broken? Broken isn’t…
A thought.
I don’t know if eyes can talk, I don’t care about words and their meaning but if you walk with me in silence, you’ll understand what I’m saying. The road is long, as is time; days are short and so is life.
Motivation.
We only got one life. Everything that you have or had won’t matter sooner or later; the ones that looked and felt so important to you will become obsolete. The constant pressure of making a living and a will to survive robs us off of the life in the present moment. Can we stop for…
Love.
“When you’re in love, you’re born anew” they say, those romantics whose hearts wandered astray; but who knew? It’s suicide and then you come back to life and there’s repetition, until you die.
Escape
In the corners of my mind, along the borders undefined hide the thoughts as my consciousness slowly dies. Whatever cries inside, whatever lives despite, when nothing goes right, wait for tonight and I try; try to run out of sight.
Im just scribbling
They lined them up against the wall, the truth is out and now they fall. All of those bullets, all of those brains, could make the man a corpse with little to care. But the word was out before their blood; the crowd ran out, the anger! The flood! Life goes faster than the truth…
Of cakes and death.
I ate cake today. I tell my friend that. His face lightens up and lips part, revealing incisors. He’s happy or at least he pretends to be. He thinks I’m happy. I see no point. Someone I know had died. I was quiet just like I was when I ate the cake. I see frown…
Dear you
If I took your name, would it save me from shame? My sins laugh at me when I kneel and pray. When convictions suppress conscience, the only solace is faith. Tell me, what sanctifies you? I try to understand and fail. Sometimes, existence is belief and I choose to disbelieve. My wrong questions, their right…
We.
Why are we born? I know how but not why and I know sometimes how is why. Birth can’t be asked for and death shouldn’t be, we’re anomalies.
I am.
I am a biological sculpture drenched in sensory activities, capable of exhibiting emotions. My mind hides words and my talks become stories. I live a life of metaphors and ironies; change faces, cover my skin and masquerade. What I tread becomes my path, where I stand is my land; What I breathe is what I…
Unrelated.
Life sometimes gets so hopeless that there’s nothing else one can do but laugh and Tears don’t taste good anymore. Emotions have abandoned me a long time ago, these are the days of apathy. Crises give meaning to existence. My soul encompasses the universe and scars are galaxies with stories hidden in plain sight. There…
Boat
Life to me is a boat that’s leaking; It’s always been that way. You sail into the waters and float until you drown. The water is all you got, the water is what keeps you afloat and the water is what drowns you. Destination is not where you reach; it is where you stop.
Hellos and byes – collab post.
"Your forgot to turn the lights off," you'd scream, making it a big deal. But checking it twice, isn't a big deal either. So, I made sure all the switches are off, grabbed my keys and locked the door. I played your favourite song in the car. I love it but I won't admit it.…
Favour
Would you take a life if I asked you to? Don’t worry, don’t do it for free; make sure it’s painless, if you can’t, let it be quick and clean. Does it take long? Talk; spend some time with me. I’ll tell you stories of life, death and everything in between. Tell me. Would you…
I ponder.
I was dreaming looking out the window, eyes wide open. I struggled to sleep lying in my bed, eyes closed, demons wide awake. I searched for answers without asking a question; whatever questioned faded without an answer. I live my life, dead inside; Would being dead keep me alive? Is there a cure to this…
My condolences.
Everything has an end. Your favourite music, the book that got you hooked, delicious food, heck! Even life itself. What do we do when we hear of someone’s death? Offer condolences? What good are condolences for? They’re just momentary, fleeting sympathies forgotten with time. The best thing we can do for the dead is to…
1 AM thoughts.
I wish I could die; I wish I had the will To live But neither seem possible So I dream.
Psst…
I’d put you in the trunk but I don’t have a car; I’d dump you in the trash but I’m too lazy to get the bags. Chopping sounds like chore; Poison!? Takes too long, I’d get bored. Hang yourself, write a note; Or jump off a bridge, you won’t be found. Death is certain, so…
Now and never.
Oh you don’t have to remember my name nor come, pay respects to my decaying mane; Don’t bother, memories shall fade; don’t cry, tears only come in vain; What I am is what shall remain, what I was is a disappearing stain. Life goes on, death lives on.
Run, dog! Run!
It’s raining and the roads are flooded with traffic, cars going bumper to bumper. There’s a dog trying to get to the other side; the light is sometimes green and sometimes red. He ran across. He goes haywire, he’s blinded by lights and reflections in the water. Within a blink, he’s in the middle of…
Bittersweet.
Now that I leapt, I’d enjoy the fall; It’s a flatline, I know When I hit the ground. Anushka: No matter where you go,You might fall;Be insistent and resilient to make sure,For in all this and moreThe past is long gone..!! (Her spontaneity is astonishing)
Sleep.
If I slept yesterday, Wake me up today; If I don’t, put me to sleep tomorrow.
Memory
Carved on trees, is my name; papers carry my words, the life has been shallow, haven’t tasted fame; you will forget my voice, when have we last talked? Come atop the mountain, sit by the little red rock; say my name, you will see me walk To you, I sing this song, Let me die…
Home.
The blood on my hand is now graffiti on the floor; the tattoos are red, skin stained with gore. There’s butterfly on my lips, sore eyes staring at the wrists. Limping across the hall, I cover the wounds with tape; the music sounds morbid as I watch out the window, clinging onto the wall. There…
Abyss.
You ask me why I lay here all day, staring into nothingness ? ‘Cuz darling, when everything you believed in loses its meaning, your bleeding heart and shattered faith tell you that this is the closest you can get to dying before you go out and the cycle repeats. It’s a beginning and an ending…
Light.
In these perilous times, We don’t look for eternal light; All we need is a lamp Enough to last through the night.
Leave me.
Lay me down, put me to rest; The time is now, easy and slow. Under the skies, warm and clear; In the muddy ground, devoid of snow; Six feet under, leave me alone.
Words.
Do you see tears? Do you see blood? Do you sense fears? Do you smell death? Words are how I bleed, through these words I cry, In these Words I lie, long after I die.