Disappointments and let downs, pains, storms, battles… I’ve come to learn, are part of life. Someone or something will bring you down once in a while. Life is not a bed of roses, not filled with goodies all year round… I mean, everyday can’t be Christmas and therefore, disappointments should be seen as part of life, part of becoming who you are meant to be, a section of a bigger picture. See disappointments as stepping stones, not obstacles. Continue reading “Solace”
The thought of being ordinary scares me; thinking like everyone, cliché moves and comments…ordinary and common. Makes me strive to be unique and distinct, my own man. Some may call it weird, others eccentric…. I call it ‘different’. Continue reading “Something Different”
There is a kind of quiet that unnerves you. When you ask a question out loud and demand a response but none seems to be forthcoming, or when you require an assistance but the other end seems to be just dead. That silence, that kind of quiet fazes you, makes you anxious and possibly perturbed. Or perhaps, you ask yourself, “what next?”, “what do I do now” or “where do I go from here. And you look to the universe to give a sign…just anything to assure you that you’re not lost, that you’re not without purpose, but it seems like the universe and all its resources turns it back to you, and there is no response. Continue reading “Silence”
Wayward thoughts and system failure
total nightmare and perfect recall
memories once banished, now resurfaces
ideas killed in embryo suddenly spring back to life…
Lies told in secret are now brought to the light of truth
Throw in the towel, give up and quit
Voices scream in my head as I stare in guilt
Take the easy way out
And save yourself a life of misery and doubts
Throw in the towel, they say and stop fighting to stay
You’re better off, everyone really is,
You’ll be free, like a feather on the open sea. Continue reading “Quit Like a Coward”
Time, a fragile concept, a figment of one’s imagination, an important notion it is and yet is out of control. Keeps ticking and passing by with no certainty of what it holds in store; its past is history, its present is considered to many, a gift, and its future, a mystery.
Continue reading “Time, Reality and Dreams”
Random voices in my head
Whispers in the night as I lay in bed
Memories coming back in flashes
Beyong is a light I long to reach…
It happened or will happen…?
I’m confused for all is jumbled in my mind
Continue reading “An End Must Come”
