thwart

I hold in my hands the last ounce of candor, the intention to liberate, mar…
I turn my gaze to meet the blaze of outlines and sketches in the being, trying, remembering not remembering how faces were plastered on before. It was all a happenstance of the mind. Hazy flashes of yellow and orange, warm colours of familiarity. Ringing laughter’s of ghosts in recollections.The pursuit for a believable spot in reality and humanity, misplaced. With preference now not to be implicit; since similarity is in the consequence. Are we not humans governed by sentiment and stance?

God... you know... my heart.

revelation

I won't be sorry with regards to what I write, wouldn't I be a hypocrite if I did?
I am thankful to the people that understands.
It is time to move on.

remix

Of the past: Why?

Your inner eye has clouded over so much that it's impossible for you to see.
Does any emotion still reside within the depths of your heart?

Having the entire world at your fingertips is that what you consider happiness?

Why? Why do you look up into the lonely heavens

Why? Can't u laugh a little?
I understand this character of you, this disposition that is incapabale of putting anything into words.
What was it that came to be in your sequestered past?

These eyes of yours they refuse to meet the world.

All alone with only the lonely night to cradle you

Is this the warmth that you have come to know?
Why? Why are you so concerned with the way you look?

Why cant you not open your heart a little?
You've been taxed by this heavy burden for so long.

It's time that you learn to accept yourself, have more faith in yourself.
It is those who are free that are stumbling.

It is those who are free that are insecure.
Why? Why do you look up at the lonely sky?

Why can you not laugh even slightly?

I can appreciate this reticent character of yours

You only have to try to believe.

inside my mind

I have absolutely forgotten about my poems I have published on poetry.com, till I received a mail from that site. Looking back... reading back...brings back memories of adolescences. I seem to dig the pessimistic side of things, look beyond sadness for even more sadness… Shakespeare was gay, I’m just grey. As years go by you realize that the definition of things you have given has been constantly changing. What I perceive and wrote about love, life, people and self-invented theories have all become a past. And presently, I have not been writing much. Presently, I am a mess. I don’t have a solid plan to the next step in life, I am petrified, that I do not have any form of precautionary measures if something like this were to come up (again or not). We all know the classic of; “In case of fire, break glass”, but how about “In case of unemployment, break self?” I need something to happen. But the funny thing is I don't know exactly what. I can't shake off this haunting feeling I get. On a side note, I miss Jo. I don't say it but I do. Knowing at night there will be another soul awake, blasting away monsters, raiding the fridge, etc… I guess it is the knowing that makes me feel secure… safe… less alone? He is an alter ego of me (that I silently want to be), he is my pride… knowing that if I don’t make it anywhere in life in this household, he has done it all.
I don’t like me now.

dream within

Free the dream within

The stars are crying a tear

A sigh escapes from heaven

And the world's end

Breathe the dream within

The mystifying

We tremble and spin

Suspended within

Look beyond where hearts can see

Dream in peace

Trust, love, believe

Free the dream within

The voices calling, a song

A prayer from deep inside you

To guide you

Be the dream within

The light is shining

A flame on the wind

Salvation begins