When men stop believing in God, it isn’t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.
UMBERTO ECO, Foucault’s Pendulum
There is one and the other,
but the one is the other.
It is known that the one created
the other
Hence, the other is part of the one.
Yet, there are tales of believes in the one
but not the other.
In fact, the believe in the one is stronger
than the believe in the other.
It is best to know that there is the other in everyone of us,
but the one keeps us from the other.
Knowing the one and the other, brings understanding to chaos.
You can’t see clearly if you don’t stop crying.
It’s 2:00am, and am still up,
happens most times, so am not surprised.
It getting more frequent, and am getting worried!
every time I close my eyes, I play the same scene
over and over.
The weird part of this mess,
It hasn’t happened yet.
I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know this people.
Am I to blame for this disaster to come, I wonder.
Oxygen reminds me of what’s to come.
Woke up, took a shower.
Dressed up, pampered the object of attraction.
Today is the day, am going to do it!
Reflection in the mirror looks good, deceiving, but let’s ignore it.
Made breakfast, had breakfast.
Wore shoes,
alright, this is it. I am strong!
They are just words, nothing else to them.
Hands on knob, open door
Stand and stare for a while,
thinking, how the mind works in magical ways.
My little piece of the “five sentence story” competition.
Don’t let me show happiness, the delusion never last.
Don’t let me show weakness, I might like the feel.
Don’t let me show evil, though, I know i can hate.
Lover, I am worried, am fading fast.
Could you love me more just a little, I hope I haven’t burdened you!
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 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.
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
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.
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.
She tried to drown the darkness, but it turns out they swim perfectly!
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