Dead eyes

Oh to have lived!

Can’t you see, we are nothing

Life is fleeting,

Right before your dead eyes.

Won’t you wake up?!

Spring has sprung, the flowers are pretty again.

Even harsh waves still makes an exquisite picture.

Speak to me

You are barely living

Tell me you want more

This too shall pass, I promise.

Hold on to what you believed, just like you told me.

Remember when we lived life

The feeling of youthful bliss, cascading.

This sadness is a chore, my friend

there are holes in all of us,

but we must carry on.

I wanna stand here and whisper

As I should.

Go that way,

I will take the long way down

I will find my way around.

I saw a glimpse and I don’t like what I see,

The dissonance is draining, so

Am going back in, into myself

Basking in my solitude, sublime!

It takes a while to come back out,

So don’t hold your breath.

If i was a writer, i would write tragedies!

“This world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.”

Horace Walpole

In a dark room with surround sound music, playing alternative/indie music. Sitting in your favorite spot, relaxed, eyes closed and a little tipsy.

Peace/Torture

Why?

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” Oscar Wilde

Was it because I stood up to the man in the mirror,

I thought it get better from there.

Was it because I stop listening to the voices,

it was unfriendly.

Was it because I started smiling,

sadness is a chore.

 

Tell me why, I deserve to know

or do you just miss sipping from the cup of broken me?

Why take it away?

Now Piper does of babel,

and you fucking ibis’s take note!

Middle Ground

“I never liked the middle ground-the most boring place in the world.”

Louise Berliawsky Nevelson

I have fallen in love with the middle ground

my soul paid the price,

not by choice, I must say

the pressure of just being.

I reckon, I have heard someone say “the middle is the best.

The safest, at-least

right?!

What a coward I have become,

twisting the definition of brave to liberate myself.

Hoping some positives comes from this chaos,

thank God for small miracles, and move on.

Some people have it worse, I hear

So, be thankful for the middle ground.

Ahh, damn it

damn it all to hell, am taking that step

Am holding a banner for me,

its upside down, but look past that

as i peacefully wait to be pulled swiftly,

right into the dissonance.