Mansion

Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.

Temple One & katty Heath;

I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.

Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.

No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.

Then I heard it.

 

A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.

It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.

Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;

Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide

 

“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,

just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.

Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.

A thump to remind me there is a world outside,

Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion

The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.

It still goes on.

What I Learn

What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.

 -Colette

 

I will smile,

Whatever it takes to fool this town

I will give everything I have,

But my freedom

 

As I grew up,

My problems aged as well

The story of the poor boy on the news

Was another tale of c’est la vie!

 

I will learn, I promise

Perfect is the enemy of good, they say

I put it out of my mind,

Long enough to call it courage

 

I will believe, I promise

How rare and beautiful it is

That I exist,

That’s the chorus to my song.

Command

sol·dier
ˈsōljər/
noun
1.
a person who serves in an army.

Signed our last name to history

Plastered on the wheels of uncertainty

Full of live, full of strength

Was the motto in our mind.

 

No one warned us of the hallow

No one warned us of the hereafter

We marched in head first.

Armatures at war, strangers to everything

 

We promised we will be back,

Another lie from the front line.

Back deep in the sand, hands pleading out,

We are surrounded by the soldiers aiming down

Our life’s now in the hands of those we sought to take.

 

As life flashes before our eyes,

We heard a voice proclaim, “lay your weapons down, there calling off the war”.

On the grounds of winning streak

Of those that have laid, hands pleading out.

 

Hereafter, the suffering viciously begins

What is left of the body, is brought back for repairs,

But the mind forever tainted from the horror of uncertainty

The good in a broken man, gives the bad a place to hid.

different

Resistance

we squandered our resistance,

for a pocket full of mumbled promises

only hearing what we want to hear,

and disregard the rest.

Our story seldom told,

Till one day we had enough

we break patterns and breakdown

dig, dig, and dig

as we swear out revolution to the earth

to reclaim promises once made

Better to burn out than fade way, we proclaimed.

‘bon courage’, they hailed

uncertain of the part ahead, we march on.

God damn, and God bless for small favors.

 

 

Given Odds

Unfairness is everywhere.
Parvathy

As the leaves lay on the ground

all hope crushed beyond recognition,

they bear no resemblance

to the blossoming sunshine they once were seasons past.

betrayed by trees that once held their hope.

Who are you to lay your burden on another man

to place such hardened guilt on a heavy soul

You forget, his’ just a man like you

If you can’t shine bright, what are the odds he will shine brighter

like the tree and the leaves, man wither’s away

in your very presence

whilst you place blame’s

Have you tried pulling apart the darkness?

when does personal responsibility comes into play,

your mistake, is thinking the world owe’s you for your contributions.

when in reality, your heirlooms and theirs are uneven odds.

Give me a mention

Give me a mention, please.

This is the starting of my greatest

the still air, like we are frozen in time

and every sound a loud echo.

Holding my breath,

his walking, step of confident exhumes him.

One after the other. How? I ask myself

I stretch my hand, I just wanna ask

maybe, he will give me a mention

to whatever source the strength pours from.

Outlaws

I would say love your flaws, and

live for your mistakes if they weren’t coming

If i wasn’t comatose in pain

baby, Run

They found the evidence

My love, Run

Because they saw the evidence you didn’t bother to hide

Run,

because your pride is a demon in disguise

And my love is a true example of broken glass

Run, my pride

For, when it is all done i will still be out here waiting to be outlaws

There are no winners when the die is cast.

 

Author

Do not mistake my quite for dunce

for every second a new thought is formed

in my brain, it is stored

yes, just twist the dagger in a little more

as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears

just a little air Oh just a tiny space

in there, a method to my madness

draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor

they call it revenge but I call it Revenge

the author of your pain, will I be

and trust me I know how it ends

I wrote the book.

 

 

 

Void

Like a swirling black hole

that turns into a hallucination

It sucks, and just keeps sucking

It demands, outrageous but committing

It presence, yielding yet terminable

the feeling, melancholy yet content

we all have that thing, they say

that reduces us to nothing when offered

slaves to our needs

yet, you judge me for mine

I know, i know what i have

don’t try to understand my void, if you don’t know the story