February 2010
8 posts
to be human.
here’s the philosophy lesson for the day; what does it mean to be human? does it mean to live? to thrive? or does it mean to just go through the motions day after day after day? the line between these two is blurred - it has been for a long time - and we have forgotten what it truly meanest to live. admits our world of occupations and money and taxes and hell, we focus on what we think is...
fictional? but real.
separated by the façade of death, she was barely hanging on. with the only thing left being that sliver of hope that he was still alive. he was being controlled in a realm outside our world where no one could hear him scream. but he held onto those vague memories of a woman he knew not the name but still loved. and when their worlds collided, and when it all came crashing down, the truth was...
my baby shot me down.
maybe I should’ve feigned sickness that day. I should just have listened to the signs that the world had been projecting. or perhaps someone shouldn’t have bit their tongue and turned away. there was a colliding sign that ached in my heart. something that contradicted everything else around me. he had already made up his mind. how he was going to ruin my world and shatter my glass...
to the sixth station, please.
once I dreamt of a train station that could take me away to the world I always wanted. I would fall asleep every night, drowned by the worries of the world. when I opened my eyes, my dreams would be like water; looking into the dirty reflection I wanted to escape from. but one night, I stepped outside into the cold winter air and something was different. something was new. something that...
goodnight, sweet Queen.
such a foolish mistake to drink from the chalice. you were dead from the moment your precious lips touched the cold and ghastly cup. you should’ve heeded the warning that your lord had set high, even though he did nothing to stop you when you wanted that one taste. no, but you tested your chances. you drank the nectar squeezed from the forbidden fruit. though if its bitter taste hadn’t...
and she has no soul!
heart and head pounding. she’s got me again, ensnarled in another trap, like the monster that she is. she got me so suddenly, like falling in love, with that repulsive taste in my mouth soon turning to a compulsion. I must, I say to myself, I must, with the playlist on repeat. another one to add to the collection. again and again and again. the addiction sets in. the poison she’ll...
the fakeness of relations.
drama. a word that goes hand in hand with teenager. for some reason, we’re wired to think that everything is a big deal and that everything is a crisis. for some more than others they intentionally look for and cause this “dreaded” drama so they can piss and moan about it later on. but drama doesn’t mean a damned thing. it has nothing to do with social standings or what you...
true rumors.
you know what? fuck it. I can feel the burdens that weigh me down - hanging by my shoulders, tugging at my composure - tear at me. that burning want to whisper few secrets over the things I’ve seen? that ache that compels me, almost bringing me to stand atop the roof top and scream it all out to the world? it hurts. because deep down I know that I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t tell a...